Sounds filtered through the fog... Mistress... Obedience... Submission... Obey... Loyalty. Slowly Brad's eyes flickered open, seeing images on the wall accompanied by a soft soothing voice... Relax... Desires... Accept... Be Aroused. His vision became more focused as the fog in his mind began to lift. On the wall was the image of a man on his knees, his hands behind his back, and woman holding a red and black flogger in her hand while a voice soothingly whispered, "Respect." Turning his head, other images on the far wall with similar soothing sexual overtones filled the room. Another image of a woman reclining on a sofa with a man between her spread thighs flickered on a wall while the soothing voice whispered, Devotion... Worship". His eyes shifted to the third wall where a man was kissing a woman's foot before his lips moved up the inside of her silky calf and the comforting words reaching his ears, Relax... Enjoy... Submit... Be Passive."
Brad shook his head, trying to make sense of what he was happening. He thought it might be a dream as he wiped his eyes, trying to become fully conscious. But when he opened them the erotic images changed but the soft voice continued to fill the room. The freedom of moving his arms struck him, realizing his wrists and arms were not bound to anything. Memories of the previous night came back in fragments and now he tried to get his bearings. Then like a thunderbolt, he remembered the auction, the throng of women, a ride in a limousine, someone helping him out of the vehicle and then up some stairs.
Looking at the king sized bed he lay upon, he noticed it was covered with satin sheets. Feeling the silky material on his skin, he threw back the top sheet, seeing his naked body. 'Where in the fuck am I?' he wondered and then felt something around his neck. Reaching up, the soft leather collar with stainless steel spikes greeted his fingertips, remembering it being placed on his neck the previous night.
His mind cleared quickly as he turned his head in each direction taking stock of the room. Video players were mounted at the intersection of the walls and ceilings about twelve feet above the floor. The images they cast on the opposite walls were erotic with a soft sensual voice saying phrases. On the far wall was a door that blended into the surface of the wall.
Getting out of bed, he turned to look at the wall behind him, seeing similar images being cast on that wall too. A man was lying on a bench, a familiar woman dressed in a black bustier, holding a riding crop, was watching four women hovering over him. Brad's eyes widened when he saw the man's face, suddenly realizing the man strapped to the bench was him. Marie Colton was snapping her wrist and his body jerked in response to each hit of the leather tip. A voice was whispering, "Reward... Be Aroused... Obedience is Pleasure... Pleasure is Obedience."
Feeling a sudden urge to run, his eyes darted to each wall, seeing images and words projected onto the surface. The image of Anna and Lisa hovering over his cock along with Sarah and Joanna hovering over his face caused his mouth to drop open and utter, "what the fuck." Memories and sensations flooded his body as he watched them teasing him, enjoying him bound to the wooden bench, getting him aroused until he couldn't hold back his sensual explosion. And then there was the image of Marie Colton, stroking his cock in her gloved hand, women crowded around him, until he shot a large quantity of seed onto his chest and abdomen.
Brad looked at the door and hurried to it wanting to get away from the erotic images. But when he grabbed the handle and pulled it downward, pushing and pulling the wooden door, it didn't budge. He realized he was a prisoner in this bare room that only had a bed, video projections on every wall and windows mounted high above his reach on the outside wall. They were large enough to give the room some natural light but were designed so no one could escape unless they had a stepladder.
Turning his attention to the erotic scenes which were constantly changing along with the messages on the video. He closed his eyes but the sound of the soft sultry voice still penetrated his brain... Discipline... Devotion... Breathe... On your knees... Worship my feet... Please me... Obey. The words were nearly the same, and were being repeated as if someone was trying to brainwash him.
Returning to the bed, he sat down looking at the projectors mounted high near the ceiling, realizing there was no way to shut off the constant barrage of pictures and words. Scanning each wall, he was forced to watch the erotic videos of women and men in various positions while words accompanied each scene. In one scene, a man was shackled to a table while a slave girl sucked his cock. Behind him was a woman dressed in a blue latex body suit using a blue flogger on her and him... Enjoy... Give in to the pleasure... Accept... Be Aroused..." On and on it went with still pictures or videos along with soft demanding words.
He began to wonder if Jacqueline or someone was going to show up or were they going to a keep him locked in this room? The pictures changed to a video of him on his knees by the pool crawling to Marie Colton and Jacqueline Bolivar. "They took videos of our sex," he hissed in a startled incredulous breath. The images of him kissing, licking, and sucking Marie's pussy while Jacqueline massaged Marie's breasts seemed larger than life as they filled the walls. And then the scene changed to him on the exam table with Dr. Brianna Stevens sitting behind him, her hands reaching around his torso, stroking his cock while they watched Joanna and Sarah kissing and pleasuring each other. "They took videos of everything?" he said wondering if he had been videoed other places like the shower when Marie surprised him.
He was still muttering under his breath when the door cracked open and he saw Jacqueline's face peering in at him. Her red hair was pulled back and a pony tail hung over one shoulder. "Ohhh good you're awake Brad." Her voice was soft and as if this was a normal occurrence along with an innocent smile. Her eyes darted from one wall to another and the smile on her face broadened. "I see we have been keeping you entertained."
"Yea... Real entertainment," he responded sarcastically. He saw the two men from the previous night step into the room, standing behind her, arms folded and guarding the door. They kept their eyes glued on Brad, ignoring the images projecting onto the walls. "What... Where am I? What are you going to do?" he stammered.
She watched him with a wary eye when he got up from the bed and approached her. One of the men had a remote control in his hand, placing a thumb on the button, ready to press it if needed. When he got to a few feet from her, she put up her hand. "That's close enough for now Brad." Surveying his nakedness when he stopped a few feet from her, she licked her lips. "Let me start by saying you are at my house and under my control. The collar you are wearing around your neck will give you a shock if you get out of line."
Brad's hand immediately reached up to feel the leather collar with steel spikes.
Jacqueline put up her hand and the man holding the control pressed the button sending a jolt of electricity to the collar. The three of them watched Brad's body stiffen from the sudden shot of electricity. "That was on low voltage Brad and it can be adjusted higher if you misbehave."
