When he awoke, it was to find his arms stretched above his head, and his legs bound together. From the way he was lying, naked, and the drop away from either side, he realised he was on either a narrow bed, or a bench of some sort. The whole room was dark, and he could see nothing except for a light shifting underneath the doorway, on his right. He could hear a babble of talk coming from above, and as he lay their struggling against the shackles on his wrists, his energy began to drain.
It must have been hours before the voices all died away. In that time, he was able to try and remember the events leading to the time he woke up. He remembered being at a bar, glancing over at a few women. His glance had lingered on one of them, and when he had motioned to her that he would like to buy her a drink, she had sauntered over. He remembered them chatting and laughing, and then she had offered to drive him home. From then on his mind was a blank. He couldn't even remember the name of the girl, or in fact if she had even revealed that to him. He heard a set of tyres squealing on a path, and fell back into sleep.
This time when he woke up, he was lying face down on the floor, with his arms and legs hog-tied behind his back. He started to struggle, but the handcuffs held tightly, and by the noise they made as the clattered against metal, the cuffs were padlocked shut. He twisted his head to try and see, but it was still dark in the room. He was about to scream out, when he heard faint footsteps, coming down steps towards the door. The door opened, and in that split second, he was blinded by the bright light shining from behind the silhouette. Then the door closed again, and he was left to adjust his eyes to the darkness.
The steps circled around him, and suddenly he felt a cooling sensation on his skin. Hands coated in what felt like latex, ran the length of his naked body. Dragging slowly over his shoulders, down his spine, making it tingle. He arched his back and gasped, while the hands slid over his arms, and then over his legs. The X bar was removed from the cuffs, and one hand grabbed his hair and turned him over, so that he was lying on his back. He longed to fight back, but his body felt totally drained, and all he could do was lie there while these hands searched his body. The hands touched gently at his face, then roughly pulled his hands up, and attached a short chain to each wrist, so that he could not separate them.
It was no longer the whole hand caressing his chest, but a single finger. With a gasp, he jerked to a near sitting position, as he felt teeth grasping his nipple, pulling and twisting slightly. The cold air flooded back, shocking him, and he felt his captor moving away from him. There was a slight jangling sound, before he felt two latex covered boots pressing either side of his chest. A hand pulled his head up by his hair, dragging an elastic strap over the back of his head, and fitting a ball gag into his mouth, so that he couldn't make a sound. He heard that jangling again, and felt fingers grasping at his nipple; squeezing it til it was erect. Without warning, cold sharp metal clamps were attached, and he would have screamed out in pain, if the ball gag hadn't been tightly in place. As he felt the fingertips flicking his other nipple, he knew exactly what was about to happen, so when the metal clips were once again attached, it took him to a new level of pain.
Suddenly he felt the weight of a high-heeled foot, between his nipples, which pushed down, causing his breathing to become more difficult. With the foot in place, his captive attached a chain to both nipples and gave it a short sharp tug. He tried to scream in pain, and choked on the gag in his mouth. After a few more testing tugs, the torturer appeared to be satisfied. He felt another chain being attached to handcuffs, and a mechanical sound began. His hands were being used to raise him, up high. His feet only just grazed the floor.
He was left like this for about half an hour, his arms in agony after this time. Without any warning at all, a light was switched on, and he was able to let his eyes adjust to his new surroundings.
To his left was the bench that he had originally awoken upon. Between the bench and the door, (the door was along the wall on his right) was a metal cage. This was empty, except for several set of handcuffs, and some rather daunting chains, all ending with vicious looking clips and various clamps. Beyond that was a wall. Hanging upon the wall was a range of items. All of which he could see would be used for torture of some kind. He shuddered.
"Now now." Came a voice from behind him. He tried to twist himself round to see the speaker, but could not move due to the restraints. "My collection doesn't frighten you does it?" He was about to reply when he realised that the gag was still in his mouth. "That's right. Stay quiet. Any energy you waste now trying to struggle or talk could be useful later." The voice definitely belonged to a woman, but strangely not the woman that he had met in the bar. This voice was distinctly more husky, and he found her words, her pronunciation far more erotic. "Before we start your first lesson, we will begin with a short history. The question you want to ask is, ‘why am I here?' Yes?" He tried to speak but settled just for nodding his head.
"A dear friend of mine met you in a bar, and decided after talking with you for some while that you would be the perfect gift for me…a new toy if you wish. She drugged you and brought you here, where you have been in my care for two days. She also established that you did not have a family or a pressing job that would mean people would miss you. You are quite unmissed, so I believe. I have spent several long hours watching you, finding out whether her assumption that you would make a good slave was correct. If she had been wrong, I would have returned you to the area in which she found you." At these words he began to panic, they weren't near his home? "Fortunately, I have one final test…most don't make it this far I have to tell you." He felt the latex glove move up the inside of his thigh from behind him to squeeze his balls lightly. The woman let them drop and walked around in front of him.
As his head hung with his chin brushing his chest, he was first able to view her feet. These were coated, as he had assumed, with latex boots that ran to just above her knees. The heels of these had a stunningly sharp metal point, which he realised had been pressed against his skin earlier. She was wearing a tight black latex cat suit, and the join from this to her boots was almost invisible. She had beautiful curved hips, which the suit clung to, accentuating her breast, which had silver spiders webs across the nipple area. The outfit had no sleeves, so instead her arms were covered to just above her elbow with latex gloves. ‘God' he thought to himself. He had always asked his previous girlfriends to dress in this kind of outfit for him, but they had all been too self-conscious.
Clutched in one hand was a set of handcuffs that looked larger than a normal set. In the other hand were a group of keys. He raised his head slightly to look at her face.
