the cinnamon candle in the sink to burn safely for a while longer. After all, cinnamon is the scent for love, isn't it? Who could blame a girl for dreaming? As she walks past him, he reaches out, hand over her mouth and one around her waist,whispering in her ear, "DON'T make a sound, I do NOT want to hurt you." He pauses a few moments to see what she is going to do, and she relaxes in his grip, "Good girl, we are going to play a little game, and when we are finished I will leave, no damage, no harm done, do youunderstand?" She tries desperately to think who would be silly enough to play a game like this with her. Neither the voice, nor the scent is familiar. Tensing slightly, she has a flash of fear, what if it isn't a game? She slowly nods her head that she understands, "good girl, there is no one anywhere near here, any screams will only upset me, and you do NOT want to upset me. I promise that youwill not be harmed if you play along, do you agree?" Not seeing any way out, she nods her head that she agrees and tries to force herself to relax again. He is right, she is alone and no one lives close by. He smiles to himself, caresses her belly with his left hand and drops his right hand to her breast.She shudders at his too familiar touch, but forces herself to stand still He whispers again in her ear, "You are my little slave girl, you will call me Master and youwill do everything I tell you to do, your only desire is to please and be pleasing. Do you think you can handle this simple game? She closes her eyes and feels disoriented. Slave girl?? But, then, she realizes that he is waiting for an answer from her. She stutters out, “ y-yes, Master.” "Good Girl, very proud of you. Do you have other clothes anywhere else in the house?” Clothes? What is he talking about?? Her thoughts are not processing. She shudders again,then manages to tell him, no, Master. Only what is in the bathroom hamper and over there inmy closet "Good, then this room is off limits to you unless I am with you. Your car is disabled and the phone line disconnected, so please do NOT try to run, I really do NOT wish to harm you. Do you understand?"Off limits, Omg, he is going to really hurt me, she thinks. Her mind keeps screaming at her, slave girl? Master? Omg. She tries to control her panic and takes a deep breath in. “Yes, Master.” "Very good, please me and I will leave it up to you if I ever return again. Now do you haveany lingerie?"Lingerie? Return?? Oh, god, no! He wouldn't return, would he?Then again, a deep breath, “Yes, Master. I have a few teddies in the closet, on a shelf in thecloset.” "I would like to see you in something very revealing, very sheer and soft, like you." She nods at him, and then catches herself. "Yes, Master." She goes to the closet and pullsdown a soft shell pink teddy and matching panties. She bought it, but had never worn it because, whom would she wear it for? The panties are just a hint of lace with straps. Thenightie is tied with one string at the breast, where her nipples are. She brings it to him and he examines it, tosses the panties aside and hands her back thenightie, "Yes that will do nicely, do put it on for me, slave."