<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: andale mono;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Kat and Dimitri ~ Torture Room</span></span><br/><br/>Silence. It stretched out around her until she wanted to squirm and turn to look at him but she didn't. His command held her as still as any sort of bondage he could have applied to her flesh. She was his for this time, her only job to please him, to obey him, and it pleased him to make her stand still, to make her wait, to test her and see if she truly would rise to his expectations and obey his will.<br/><br/>It was a test she wouldn't fail.<br/><br/>At last he spoke and her body trembled. Heat coursing under her skin and making her cheeks blush with color that he couldn't see from behind her. He didn't tell her to face him, or give her permission to speak and so she simply did as she was told. At her sides her fingers moved, gently rolling the hem of her dress, not bunching it randomly, up and up. She made a show of it for him, slowly revealing the long line of her legs, the bottom curve of her ass and then the panties he'd requested to see.<br/><br/>She didn't know if he'd be surprised or not. Under such a dress, most girls would have worn a thong, or nothing at all. Katherine was wearing a pair of high cut boy short panties in the same color and lace design as her dress. They clung to her flesh like a second skin and were cut high enough that the bottom curve of her ass was revealed, like a taunt, daring anyone that could see them to take advantage of her sweet flesh.<br/><br/>With her panties revealed she went still, her breathing shallow, body quivering with need but held taut and waiting...eager for his next command.