(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/75/Matigroves125square.jpg)<br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Mati Groves</span></span><br/><strong>Location</strong>: The Fairmont, Mati's room<br/><strong>With</strong>: Paulette Lisette Saint-Simon<br/><br/>There had been a knock but no answer to his 'Come in!' so he went to the door and there she was: a trussed animal, lying on her side, atop a breakfast trolley.<br/><br/>How delightful.<br/><br/>Dressed only in his loose blue silk robe, he wheeled her in.  Her eyes were a little glazed as she looked up at him.  Some of the local drugs, he assumed.  Her body was beautiful.  Just beautiful: all the tautness and fitness of youth, and good bones, and soft soft skin, enhanced by scars.<br/><br/>It was warm enough, he decided, for breakfast on the balcony.  He kept her on the trolley, wheeling it out there, and removed his breakfast from the level below to place on the table.<br/><br/>He just had to caress her.  She was drooling from her gag, but he didn't ease that for now.  Deep marks were developing at her wrists and ankles where her rope bonds pressed into her.  He liked that.  What had he forgotten?<br/><br/>Ah: the champagne.  He went back in for it.  There was something he particularly liked to do with champagne.  Back out on the balcony, he twisted out of her cunt the dildo that seemed to vibrate of its own volition in her.  He shook the bottle; popped the cork; pushed the neck of the bottle quickly into her cunt so that she would feel the ice-cold liquid surge up inside her.<br/><br/>Enjoying her quivering and the noises she made, he drank a little, then, direct from the bottle, tasting her desire on it.  Then he poured himself a glass, and her a generous saucer.  He undid her ball-gag, leaving it around her throat, and adjust her pretty head a little so that sidelong she could suck up the contents of the saucer.  'Drink as much as you like, Paulette,' he said.  'Welcome to enslavement with me.  No talking for now, please.  Enjoy the view of the sea,' he added wryly.<br/><br/>He settled down to his continental breakfast, and told her a little about himself.  How he'd been in mourning for his slave, who'd made music with him and sung for him.  How even before slavery he'd been used to the companionship and support of a woman.  How he'd enjoyed her, Paulette's, singing.<br/><br/>He refilled her champagne saucer.  'I do enjoy pain,' said Mati.  'You'll need to accustom yourself to that.  Not the rather generalised beatings you may have suffered: very focused pain.  I shall try and train you to enjoy orgasms while undergoing the profoundest pain, if you're not already capable of that.  Now, I daresay you'd like to have your bonds loosened before your extremities start to cramp and tingle.  But just entertain me first please, then your untying will be a reward.  Here are some words for you to learn.  You are to improvise a melody using them.'<br/><br/>He had to touch her.  He just had to touch her.  He took her hair in his left hand, and twisted her right nipple with his right, and said the words to her:<br/><br/><em>Being your slave, what should I do but tend <br/>Upon the hours and times of your desire? <br/>I have no precious time at all to spend, <br/>Nor services to do, till you require...</em><br/><br/>He let go, and went back to his seat, to finish his breakfast.  Was she whimpering a little?  'Need me to repeat the words?  I'll repeat them as often as you like.  Then start singing them for me...'