Fucktoy
A man is walking home from work... he passes by the diner and tips his hat off to the young lady who passes by him. She acknowledges with a smile. He keeps walking. This corner of the street is dark.
"Excuse me...," he turns around and sees that it is the young lady addressing him. "Yes, my dear?" he is old school, a gentleman. "I'm not from around here and I need to meet my friend who's supposed to be waiting for me near Park No. 9 but I can't seem to find my way... I hate to admit it but I think I'm lost," she said while looking up at him with big doe eyes.
"Do you have a map dear? I can mark the way for you," he offered. "Well actually, if it isn't too much trouble could you just come with me and then after I pick up my friend I can drop you off to wherever you need to be." He hesitated, he needed to get home. His wife was waiting for him and he'd have hell to pay if he was late. But, this pretty young thing needed him and was looking at him with such helpless that he decided to go with her and take his chances with the battle axe waiting for him at home.
"Sure thing, dear, I'll come along if you need. Besides what kind of a gentleman would I be to allow a young thing like yourself to wander about in these here parts so late anyway?"
"Thank you, thank you so much," she grabbed his hand and shook it. "Oh by the way, my name is Dominique."
"Steve," he uttered and followed her to her car.
After they were seated in the car, she offered him a beer from the cooler under the seat. He accepted, and a few sips later realized that something was not right. He was sweating profusely and was having difficulty breathing. His eyes started to glaze over and he noted that the female did not look concerned over his condition. Oddly it seemed like she was... smiling.
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Steve awoke dazed. His head felt heavy like he'd been hit by a ton of bricks. He stood up to move but was startled by an odd clanging sound. He lifted his hands to rub his eyes- his vision was still groggy- his movement was followed by the recurrence of the clanging sound.
He tried to look around and get his bearing but it was too dark to make out anything yet. He staggered to his feet and realized that there was something heavy wound round his wrist... and his ankles. He tried to feel it and realized he was in shackles. The shackles were attached to heavy chains that were long enough to allow movement up to one foot but no more. He pulled at the chains but they didn't give; the chains had been secured.
He heard giggling. It was only then that he realized he was naked. Surely, no one could see him in the dark but the giggling made him aware of his vulnerability.
How did he get here? Last he remembered he was... he was on his way home. No, he was outside the diner... the girl. He was in the van with the girl... What was her name?
"DOMINIQUE?" he said out loud without realizing it.
"You may call me Domina, Steve."
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Here he was, tied up, naked, and this woman wanted him to call him Domina. What the fuck was going on?
"Who are you? What do you want from me?" Steve yelled out his confusion.
"It doesn't matter who I am. Tonight I shall be Domina and you, you dear Steve, are Our Guest," the voice replied.
Our guest, Steve was wondering what she could have meant by that. Was there more than one person? Who were these people? And what did they want with him? As he thought about it he grew certain that the giggles he'd heard earlier were from more than one person. Yet, apart from that there seemed to be no evidence that there was anyone other than him and Domina there.
"Who are you people?" he enquired. "And what do you mean I am your guest?" He was becoming more and more aware of how vulnerable his position really was.
As if in response a spotlight came on. His eyes had just started to get accustomed to the dark, but, he was blinded again by the bright light that was focused on him. He moved around and struggled to shelter his eyes from the harsh light but to no avail. Through squinted eyes was he finally able to catch glimpses of the spectacle spread before him.
It appeared to Steve that he was in some sort of circular brick room (a cellar perhaps). He was in the middle of the room on some kind of stage or platform. All around him were plush seats covered with red velvet. Steve noticed that some of the seats were oddly shaped but his eyes were still adjusting to the light so he couldn't make out things too clearly yet. What was obvious though was the sight of several women in various stages of undress around the platform. His gaze was soon transfixed on one he recognized as the girl he'd met earlier that evening- the angel faced Dominique. She wore leather panties and knee high stiletto-heeled boots. Her hair was pulled back into a harsh ponytail. Her nipples were looked unnaturally red as if they'd been painted with scarlet lipstick, A scowl plastered on her face now, she almost looked unrecognizable standing there playing with the whip in her hand.
"Domina?" asked Steve.
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