About an hour later, which seemed like an eternity to Arynia, Dale walks back into the room.
It doesn’t look like she’s moved or tried to undo her bonds.

Dale is pleased. He walks over to her by the bed and stands near her head.
Stooping down to get a look into her eyes, he sees the smoldering fire there; but for now, she has it in check.
Good.
Dale removes the gag he had put in place.

She moistens her lips every so slightly hoping she isn’t violating some unknown rule.

“Arynia, I think it’s time to move on to the next step.”

Her body tenses as her mind races.

Dale undoes the strap from her wrists.
Untying them. She doesn’t struggle or attempt anything he notices.
Then he reties them behind her back.
She Glares at him but doesn’t say anything.
So, he acts like he doesn’t notice.

Soon she will pay for not letting go totally.
Denying herself of her most basic wants and needs.

With her now resting on her belly, Dale moves around the bed, unhooking her feet from the head board.
Holding her feet by the cord, he watches her.
Then moves her legs back and forth to work out any stiffness or soreness.

Arynia whispers “thank you.”

“Arynia, I am here to take care of you in all things. I wouldn’t neglect your health.”

She wonders at the contradictions of that statement.
Seems she is doomed to be endlessly frustrated now.

Dale takes the strapping from the headboard, hooks one end to her ankle bind and pulls her feet back behind her and over her ass… tying loosely there.

She cries.

“Are you in pain?
Does your back hurt from this?”

“No. I am scared Sir.”

“Trust me Arynia. I will earn it from you.”

She hears noises. Tries to see but it’s outside of her field of vision without moving too far.

Dale has gone to the closet and brought out some more cordage.
He dumps it on the bed, next to her face. She looks at the assorted bunch of new ropes, straps and things she had no idea what they were or were for.

Wonder crosses her face , and apprehension.