  The table was a standard folding banquet table. Master pulled it into the middle of the room and put a few blankets on it to make it into a massage table.
He had soft music playing. Candles. He takes such very good care of me. He spent ages massaging me, and then we snuggled on the sofa for a while. Then, being the horny slut that I am, I begged Master to take me. I had to beg for a while before he indulged me.
He ordered me to bend over the table and restrained my hands behind my back. Then he fucked me from behind. Hard. Very hard. After his soft side being out earlier, he was letting his Beast out to play. And I loved it. Can you see what's coming yet? (Hint: not me or Master! ) One set of table legs folded. We went down. Since my hands were restrained, I couldn't catch myself. Master tried to catch me, but he couldn't prevent the fall--only roll us to the side so he wouldn't crush me.
I could have been very badly injured, but thanks to Master, escaped with nothing more than a hard knock on the chin. You could say it was a little bit of a passion killer. Even for a slut. 
