Balthazar watched her as she shivered.  But what he gazed at was not how the tremor made her perfect flesh quiver so delightfully, but rather her eyes.  It was always fascinating to watch the eyes as a slave was first collared.  And he enjoyed what he saw pass across those pretty orbs.  He reached to catch one of her tears and bring it to his lips.<br/><br/>"There is no sweeter taste.  There was a time when I would fill a wineglass with my slave's tears and save it to quinch my thirst after taking her virginity."<br/><br/>He turned her to face away from him then, and brought her slender wrists together, latching the cuffs.  Then he placed a hand on her hip and another on her shoulder to guide her towards a narrow beam supported by sturdy ends, set about a foot above waist level.<br/><br/>"This is one horse you shall not be riding side saddle," he chuckled as he moved to grab her waist and lift her up and place her upon the thin top of the beam.