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Hatsuharu quickly checked his hair in the mirror as he hurried down the hall. The knock on the door had been so light he wasn't sure that was what he had heard, until the second light rap touched his ears. Straightening the entry rug with his foot he opened the door.

As a cold blast of winter wind caught his breath so did the girl on his front step.

"I wasn't sure you would come," he said, sizing up the bundle of coats, scarfs, mittens and three inch heeled boots standing before him.

"I wasn't sure either," she answered softly. "May I come in?"

Hatsuharu quickly stepped back, offering his hand for support as she stepped into the entryway. Pushing the door closed, Hatsuharu turned in time to watch her shake loose a mass of silky brown hair from the scarf, allowing it to tumble carelessly down her back.

The soft fragrance of her hair touched his senses, and he smiled inwardly as he moved passed her.

"Let me take your coat," he offered, reaching to assist her with the buttons.

Tohru shed her outer garments, and handed them to Hatsuharu.

"I don't remember us agreeing on that as the attire for the evening," Hatsuharu remarked turning to face her.

Tohru looked down at her clothes. She had on a burgundy sweater, very tight black jeans and three inch heeled ankle boots.

"Yes, well, I thought you might like to help me get changed," she replied, as a soft smile touched the edges of her lips. "I have everything right here. You don't seem to be dress for the evening yet either."

"As I said, I wasn't sure if you were going to come."

"Oh," she whispered, her brown eyes sparkling.

Hatsuharu picked up the leather bag at Tohru's feet and led the way to the living room spce in his quarters. The room was oval shaped with a fireplace set into the inner wall, two low backed sofas outlined the area with a wonderfully large tan shag rug accenting the floor. Tohru instantly noticed the interesting shape of the heavy wood coffee table where Hatsuharu had just set her bag.

"Well, the night isn't getting any younger," she sighed. "Shall we begin. The items in my bag are arranged in the order in which I should put them on. So, if you will help me with my sweater," and she stepped within inches of him.

Hatsuharu placed his warm hands on her waist, slowly gliding them upward taking the sweater up and over her head. A shiver went through her, and instantly her crotch was wet. Dropping the sweater on the sofa, Hatsuharu reached around and unfastened her lacy bra. Her nipples were already hard as the covering fell away, but Hatsuharu seemed not to notice.

"Rest your foot on the table," he instructed, and he knelt to unzip her right boot. As the boot slipped off, Tohru wiggled her toes. "Now the other," he said, setting the first aside. Again wiggling her toes, Tohru pranced nervously in place as Hatsuharu skimmed his hands along her outer thighs stopping at the snap of her jeans.

"What are you going to be wearing?" she asked wiggling her bottom out of the tight jeans.

"My things are laid out on the bed," he replied squeezing her calf. "Lift your leg." Hatsuharu worked the material to her ankle and she slipped her foot out and to the floor. Repeating the process, Tohru balanced herself by holding onto his shoulders. With the last item, her lace panties, Tohru quickly slipped her fingers under the waistband and wiggled them down and off.

"Turn around," Hatsuharu requested with a twirling of his finger over her head, "let me look at you."

Tohru could feel her face flush as she began to turn.

"Slowly," he ordered. "Stop, right there a moment."

Tohru stopped with her back to him. She could feel his piercing blue eyes fixed on her bottom. What is he waiting for, she thought. Gently Hatsuharu gathered up her silky hair and draped it over her left shoulder.

"Continue."

Tohru slowly turned to face him, her hair falling just short of her pink nipples. Hatsuharu's grey eyes roamed over her figure, coming to rest on the redish patch of hair left on her neatly shaved pelvis. With an approving smile Hatsuharu unzipped the bag.

The first items he removed were a pair of leather thigh high boots. Hatsuharu looked at the heel.

"Six inch?" he remarked.

"Yes," she replied softly.

Hatsuharu knelt, and gently grasping her right heel guided it into the boot. The boot laced up the front, molding itself to her leg just an inch from her crotch. As Hatsuharu tied off the lacings his finger lightly touched her pussy lips, sending another quick shiver through her.

With both boots in place, Hatsuharu pulled the next item from the bag. A sapphire blue, satin corset with back lacings.

"I like your taste in colors," he complimented, fitting the corset to the tan contours of her body .

"Thank you. You left it up to me, so I picked my favorite color."

Hatsuharu moved to her rear and began lacing her in. The corset started right above her tailbone and ended under her breast. As the corset tighten Tohru nestled her breast comfortably into the half cup openings at the top. Tohru's breath was coming in short pants, and her face was slightly flushed by the time Hatsuharu finished. Then reaching into a side compartment of the bag, Hatsuharu produced a shiny silver D ring which attached near the top of the corset in the back. After securing it, he gave it a little tug, allowing Tohru to know it was in place and reminding her of what it was for.

Next was a white suede skirt, which zipped up the back. Tohru again balanced herself by holding onto Hatsuharus shoulders as she stepped into the skirt, and wiggled about as he moved the skirt up past her thighs. The skirt, once in place began where the corset ended and ended where her thigh high,six inch heeled boots began. The short tight skirt barely covered her naked bottom and crotch.

The last item out of the bag was an sapphire blue shoulder cape attached to an inch wide leather collar. Hatsuharu regarded it for a moment. Then looked at Tohru and smiled.

"Very nice," he commented. Stepping close Hatsuharu clasped the inch wide collar around Tohru's throat. He then lifted her brown hair and locked it in place with a tiny silver lock. Along with the collar came matching half inch leather wrist collars, which Hatsuharu buckled on and locked in place with a tiny silver lock on each.

Hatsuharu stepped back and looked at her. "Turn please," he said again twirling his finger above her. Tohru made a slow circle, coming to a stop facing him. "Something is missing," he commented tapping his lips with his finger. Then his face brightened. "Wait here."

Hatsuharu returned a minute later with some thin silver chain in his hands.

"Put your foot up on the table," he instructed. Hatsuharu quickly looped the first chain around the back of her heel, over her foot and locked it in place under the arch of her boot. "Now the other."

When he was finished Tohru realized the boots were not coming off until he decided. But for that matter neither was anything else, since he had sent her the other locks in the mail and hadn't enclosed the keys.

"What about the other chains you have in your hand?" Tohru asked hesitantly.

"Those are for later," he informed her, and slipped them into his pocket. "I need to get changed, stand there until I return."

Hatsuharu disappeared down the hall, leaving Tohru alone in the living room. Within minutes she began to wonder if he meant for her to stand still right there, or just to remain standing in the living room. Tohru gazed around the room, shifting her weight from one foot to the other, easing the pressure the six inch heels was putting on her toes. After several minutes of taking in the pictures on the walls, one finally attracted her attention enough for her to wander over and take a closer look.

"That is not where I told you to stand," Hatsuharu stated loudly, startling her.

"I... was just... looking at the... picture," Tohru stuttered, turning to face him.

Hatsuharu strode across the room and took her arm, escorting her firmly back to the place she had been.

"I instructed you to stand here until I returned. We have discussed this together on numberous occasions. I do not like repeating myself and I mean what I say. If you do not understand something-ask. Otherwise, I will assume you do understand and expect you to do as you are told."

Tohru silently allowed him to return her to the exact place where she had been standing. Then turning away he strode back down the hall and disappeared. Tohru stood quietly waiting, wondering what her night with Hatsuharu would be like.

This had all started six months earlier when she had dialed his phone number by mistake. She could still remember that night so vividly.

"Hello," came a rich timbred masculine voice over the lines.

"Hello," she answered. "My I speak with Hana?"

"Tohru?," the male voice questioned.

"Oh Hatsuharu, I'm very sorry" she replied and hung up the phone. Tohru had waited a minute for the line to clear and picked up the receiver to dial again-there was no dial tone.

"Hello?" Tohru questioned into the receiver.

"Yes," Hatsuharu responded. "Now Tohru, did you think I was going to just allow you to disturb me?"

"I... ah...I didn't mean to disturb you. I dialed the number wrong," Tohru tried to explain. "It was a accident."

"I see," he sighed. "Well, as a general rule, I punish those who interrupt me without permission. I don't see why I should not apply this rule to you also."

"P…punish me," Tohru gasped. "But…but…I..it was…I mean I didn't mean to."

"Never the less, if I punish you now, in the future you may be more careful when dialing the phone."

"What?" she cried.

"I assume you were trying to call Hanajima or Arisa, correct ?" he asked abruptly.

"Yes, I was," Tohru answered curtly.

"Well, as punishment for disturbing me, I am going to leave my phone line open. Thus tieing up your line also," he informed her sternly.

"You can't do this," she yelped.

"I already have. Now get a magazine, sit down, lay the receiver beside you, and wait," he ordered.

Stunned, Tohru did as he said, and sat leafing through a cooking magazine. After thirty minutes she silently lifted the receiver to hear ear and listened. He could hear her breathe against the mouthpiece.

"Tohru, I told you to lay the phone beside you and wait," he stated sharply. "Now, do as you're told."

A twinge of excitment caused a moistness between her legs as she compliantly laid the phone back down. The longer she waited the more often she glanced at the phone. She finished her magazine and wanted something else to read, but was afraid to leave the receiver unattended. Unable to see a clock from where she sat, she shifted uncomfortably in the chair causing her jeans to rub against her pussy, sending a chill through her instantly hardening her nipples.

"Tohru," Hatsuharu's voice sounded through the receiver. "Pick up the phone."

"Yes," Tohru answered softly.

"You did very well. In the future, I expect you to be more careful of the numbers you are dialing."

"I will."

"You may hang up now," his gentle voice permitted.

"Thank you," Tohru whispered and gently placed the receiver on it's base.

Tohru looked at the clock, it was nearly midnight. She had sat there for three hours. Unbelievable, she thought. Stretching as she yawned, her jeans again tightened against her crotch causing her pussy muscles to throb. Skimming her fingers down her tummy passed the waistband of her jeans, she touched herself.

'I can't believe I got wet just from that!' she thought with a blush.

That night Tohru gently rubbed the pleasure areas along the lips of her pussy. Her thoughts replaying the conversation over the phone, 'if I punish you now you will be more careful.' Within minutes Tohru felt the warm sensations of her orgams, her muscles convulsing as the waves of pleasure shook her, a soft moan escaping her lips as the last hot twinge in her pussy died. Tohru slept sounder that night than she had in months.

Tohru saw a message flashing on her cell phone when she got home the next day.

"Hello Tohru," came Hatsuharu's voice. "I will call you at 6 o'clock sharp, but do not answer until after the third ring."

Tohru stared at her phone, and replayed the message just to make sure she had heard correctly. Then she looked at the clock, it was 5:15. '

I have time to change and fix myself some supper,' she thought.

Ring... Ring... Ring.

"Hello," Tohru said, touching the receiver to her ear.

"Very good, Tohru," praised the gentle voice on the other end, and Tohru's heart skipped a beat. "I trust you had a good day."

"Yes, thank you," she replied. "What was it you needed to speak to me about?"

"I simply wanted to caught up with you," he said. "Since you're always so busy with school and work nowadays."

"Oh," she remarked, kicking herself for neglecting one of her friends. "I'm sorry about that Hatsuharu, so how have you been."

"I've been pretty good," he replied. "Ever since the curse broken the air is less tense here at the estate. Hell, Akito walks around humming and smiling. It's actually kinda creepy."

Tohru laughed at the tone Hatsuharu's voice had taken; he sounded as if he had walked in on his grandmother while she was bathing.

"You have such a beautiful laugh."

Tohru blushed at the compliment, unconsciously twisting a piece of hair around her finger, waiting for him to speak to her again. That night their conversation lasted thirty minutes, and as Hatsuharu said his goodbyes he informed her he would call again the following evening. But not to answer the phone until the third ring.

Hatsuharu took his time dressing, making sure every detail was perfect. Soft leather pants clung to his groin, a wide leather belt about his waist secured the silver silk shirt he had chosen for the evening. His black boots stopped just below his knee, making it hard to tell where the boot stopped and the pants began. The last item on the bed was his vest. The waist length black vest was made of the highest grade leather, and embroidered in silver thread on the right breast was the Sohma ensignina as well as a grazing cow.

Stepping over to the armoire he open the doors to reveal an extensive collection of devices used in the art of thralldom. Remembering the thin chains he had dropped into the pocket of his other trousers, he moved to the bed and retrieved them. Holding them up he pinched the nipple clip of each, testing the tightness of the spring. Satisfied he placed them in his vest pocket. Next he located his twenty two inch stiff leather paddle, which he slid along the side of his boot into its designed sleeve, the tapered grip just inches from his fingers.

He did not plan on being out extremely late, and did not forsee any unusual activities developling, so dropping an extra chain and minature lock into his vest pocket he closed the armoire. Looking in the floor length mirror, Hatsuharu stiffened his collar, straightened his vest and headed for the living room.

Tohru was standing where he had placed her, fidgeting as usual.

"Tohru," Hatsuharu spoke her name from the doorway. She instantly stopped moving about. "Are you having a problem being still?"

"No, my toes were just getting a little tingly," she replied picking up her foot and wiggling it around.

"That was not an appropriate response," Hatsuharu stated coming to stand within inches of her.

"I know, Master," she responded softly. Then looking directly at him, her blue eyes flickered, "I just wanted to be sure you were paying attention."

"Hummm," he sighed, as the narrowing of his eyes gave her a firm but gently warning.

Tohru compliantly cast her gaze to the floor. "May I ask where you are taking me this evening."

"We are going to a play party at the Citadel," Hatsuharu answered, and lightly brushed the back of his hand over her exposed nipples. Tohru's eyes jumped to meet his. "No," he whispered his order, and she looked to the floor. "My Pet, you must be focused tonight," he reminded her.

"Yes Master," Tohru breathed penitently.

Hatsuharu placed his warm lips against her ear, "I will not tolerate any misbehavior."

Tohru moved her head slightly, nestling into his words of warning.