Jon, who was stark naked, stood trembling before Sylvie in the anteroom to the dungeon. Sylvie liked the look of this new slave, no question. She liked his thick, dark hair and handsome, aquiline features. She liked his vivid blue eyes, which were covered at present by the black leather blindfold she'd put over them. She liked his sensuous lips, currently held apart by the black ball-gag she'd buckled behind his head. She liked his athletic physique, pale and smooth and muscular. And she liked his great big hard-on. She stroked her hand gently down the musculature of Jon's chest and stomach before grasping hold of his shaft.

'You are giving me mixed messages, slave,' she said. 'You're sporting a truly impressive erection and yet you're also shaking like a leaf. Could it be that you are feeling both excited and afraid?' Jon nodded his head to confirm that this was precisely what he was feeling. 'That is good to know, slave. It means you are in exactly the right condition to be presented to Mistress Helena,' Sylvie said. 'Follow me,' she added, pulling at his erection. After a few steps, Sylvie paused to open the door to the dungeon while continuing to hold onto Jon's shaft. After several more steps, she let go of it.

'Get onto your hands and knees, slave,' she said. 'Make sure that you also dip your back, spread your legs and push your backside out.'.