New Beauty and the Beast

I will name you the beast, she told him, in a loving way. He was enthralled, no one had ever claimed him this way. He watched her walk around the room, swishing her whip. She cracked it loudly, he tried not to flinch. I am your master. A combination of fear and delight entered his soul. He could feel it traveling up his loins. He sat back and admired her. He had never been owned before; he decided he might like it. Put this on, she said, handing him a lion mask with a full mane. He stared at the tiny beauty, wondering what she was going to do. Her lips turned up in an all-knowing style; she was sensual, this one. You are not to ask questions, she told him, just put on the costume. When his mother had set him up with a librarian, he never expected this!