<strong>"Look Mister, I don't even know your name and you've got your hands all over me.  Why the hell would I call you Master?" </strong>Amber said.  Her wrists hurt as she hung there, unable to do a thing about the rubbing and the pinching to her nipples.  They were hard and tender under his cruel touch.  Small sounds escaped her, even as she tried to hold them back.  She growled her frustration, the moving bar between her legs about to make short work of her.  She wouldn't be able to stay like this all night.<strong> "Okay, Okay.  Master."</strong>She glared at him.