7

When she awoke she found herself alone in the bedroom. Henry was nowhere in sight. Suddenly she became aware of why she awoke. The double doors that led into the master bedroom were being opened. Willow was surprised to see a woman enter. She was tall, blonde and was wearing a strict grey business suit. She looked to be in her early thirties. Her rather long hair was pulled into a tight bun. She was carrying a purse and a portable computer bag over one shoulder. She didn’t see Willow immediately so Willow got a good look at the woman first. She threw the bags into the armchair Henry had sat in last night when he had observed her naked body. The woman sighed as she peeled of her jacket and threw it over the bags. Then she turned her head and noticed Willow. A quick series of subtle expressions flew over the woman’s face; first surprise, then anger, then consideration and finally a lecherous smile.
– What is this now? Has my master acquired a new plaything? I don’t suppose he’s bored with me because you seem to be quite different from me. In taste, personality and… style, I’d guess. The blonde frowned.

– Oh, I might have some use for you before my master shows you on the door, little one. I have an idea that will please him greatly, I believe.
The woman had a cultured voice with a faint undertone of ethnic accent. Combined with her features Willow guessed she was of Eastern European descent. The woman took a few steps into the room so that she stood at the bedside. She stretched out her hand and Willow took it.

– My name is Liza Polyakova.
Willow noticed that her mouth felt as dry as sand when she quietly responded.

– I’m Willow. Pleased to meet you.
Liza smiled again. Willow did not quite trust her smile and the cold, calculating look in her eyes.

– The pleasure is all mine, I assure you, but perhaps you will find pleasure too…

Willow did not have a chance to consider this strange statement before Liza delivered a sharp blow to her temple. Willow went out like a light.

– And by the way, it’s Mistress Liza to you, little slut.

When Willow awoke again with a groan, she found that that was about everything she was able to do. She was tied up on her stomach in the bed. Her hands were cuffed and a chain fastened her to the head board of the bed. Each leg was tied with silk rope and spread to the bedposts on the left and right lower end of the bed. In her mouth was an unfamiliar object that made anything but a muffled moan impossible to utter. It was fastened round her head with a thick, buckled leather strap. Liza had moved the painting above the bed and replaced it with an angled mirror which allowed her to see what was behind her. In the armchair sitting with her legs crossed was the blonde, Liza. She had changed into a black all-latex outfit that consisted of thigh high stiletto heel boots, a thong, a bra, long gloves and a mask that covered the upper part of her face. She had a crooked smile and her eyes bore a lustful and sadistic look. Her hair now curled long and wide around her neck, almost craning down into her cleavage. Next to her on the wardrobe was a digital video camera that was pointed towards the bed and Willow. The camera was connected to the portable computer which rested in Liza’s lap. When she saw Willow moving she lifted her head to watch her as she strained vainly.