You are lying in bed, in that state between dream and reality. So relaxed and... what was that? A noise... no it's just your imagination. Then it happened. It was so fast you didn't even have time to scream or fight. A ball gag was strapped in your mouth and your arms forced above your head, each wrist handcuffed to the headboard. You start to struggle with muffled cries as the full reality of the situation dawns on you. I roughly tie your ankles to the corners of the bed and stand back to admire the sight.
There you are spread-eagle on your bed wearing nothing but a silky/shiny purple nightgown. It is cut very low and I can see the tops of your breasts. The fear in your eyes sends a tingle down my spine. I reach into my bag of goodies I brought along and the fear suddenly turns to panic as I pull out a switchblade. The snap of the blade extending seems to echo in your bedroom. I bring the knife down and lay it flush against your skin near your left shoulder. You gasp. I don't know if it's from the ice cold blade against your bare flesh, or the expectation of being cut, but the pain of a cut doesn't come.
"Did you think I was going to cut you? Oh no, I wouldn't do that. I have another kind of pain in store for you," I say, smiling seductively. Then very quickly I cut the spaghetti straps to your nightgown and pull it down and cut it off of you. I look down at your beautiful, naked body that's before me with your legs spread wide. I click the switchblade closed and put it away. I quickly strip and reach back into my bag of goodies.
"Do you know what this is?" I ask. I wait for you to nod or shake your head no, but you just stare at the object in my hand. "This is a taze gun. It can shoot thaousands of volts of electricity and it belongs to me. Let me give you a demonstration."
I pull the trigger and the gun comes clicking to life as I aim it at your open thighs. You buck and jerk as the electric pulse hits you. I can barely hear your muffled screams and cries over the noise of my toy. What seems like an eternity was actually only a few seconds. The tazer falls silent and I look down at you and smile again.
"I wonder, have you been a good girl or a bad girl? I think you've been a bad girl. Bad girls need to be punished." I click the tazer again moving it this time down one leg. You squirm and writhe on your bed as your punishment is carried out. I turn the tazer off again.
"I can't hear you very well with your mouth gagged like that. Here, let me take that off of you." I reach up and remove the ball gag. You try to catch your breath. I move close to your face, close enough where I can feel your hot breath. I put two fingers between your legs and feel your juices. I bring them up to your mouth and you suck your fluids from my fingertips.
"I am going to ask you a question," I say softly, "answer correctly and you get pleasure; answer incorrectly, you get pain. Do you understand?"
"Yes," you say in just more than a whisper.
"My question is, have you been a good girl or a bad girl?"
"I... I've been," your voice trembling, "I've been a good girl." I lean back away from you.