“What’s that?” Michael made a tutting noise behind her, his deep voice amused. “What do you think it is?”

Wrinkling up her nose, Ellie danced away from him, already knowing she was going to pay for her next sentence. “Well, I’m not sure, see it’s been a long time since I’ve been on one of those things... or really gotten a close look at one... I seem to have forgo-OH!”

The big bad Dom swooped in and Ellie found herself swept up in his arms, giggling madly at the scowling look on his face.

“You know what happens to SAMs, pretty girl?” he asked, using the popular acronym for ‘Smart-Ass Masochist.’

“No, because I don’t think I’ve ever been considered one,” she answered honestly, still giggling as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She really hadn’t been either. It was only with Michael that she’d ever gotten mouthy, even in the beginning - which was a pretty clear indication how much she’d instinctively trusted him.

“They get punished,” he said matter-of-factly, and every nerve ending in Ellie’s body cheered in anticipation.

When he dumped her on the bench, on her back, she was surprised. Not just because he’d put her on her back, but because he’d put her down so her head was on the incline and her ass was lower. Michael chuckled as she blinked at him in surprise, pulling her up just enough to yank her dress off over her head. As usual, she wore nothing underneath, and his eyes drank in the sight of her naked body, filled with appreciation.

“Arms above your head,” he ordered her, and Ellie complied, almost more curious than she was turned on by what was happening.

It turned out the bench had cuffs which secured her wrists just above her head, forcing her elbows to splay outwards in order to be at all comfortable and completely opening her breasts to whatever Michael wanted to do to them. Oh sure, she’d be able to bring her elbows up in a protective position if she really wanted to, but it wouldn’t be comfortable and she wouldn’t be able to hold the position for long.

Michael adjusted the incline of the bench so she was tilted back another inch or so, keeping her from sliding right off the bench, and arousal curled through her as she realized exactly how at his mercy she was. Another strap went over her middle, across her ribs, pinning her down to the bench just under her breasts.

“Is this Andrew’s work?” she asked as Michael attached cuffs to her ankles, turning her head to look at the glossy wood. She was pretty sure the comfortable padding she was laying on was leather. Andrew made a lot of custom pieces of bondage equipment and she’d heard they could be very... versatile.