"You are helpless. In a very real sense, you are my prisoner."
The words echo in your ears, your sight is gone, something is covering your eyes. You try in vain to reach down and uncover them, a clinking of chains and cold metallic pressure on your wrists the only fruit of your efforts. You try and respond, the words won't come out. Something hard and smooth is pressed between your lips, tied around the back of your head. You try to shuffle your feet, again the cold metallic clink answers as you find your legs spread underneath you. You're standing, your ankles are tied with your legs spread, your arms tied over your head. Helpless, you sag against your bonds, trying to speak through your gag.
"None of that, babe...you will be silent!" the mocking voice responds. You try again to reason, and a sharp burning pain spreads across your ass as thin lines of heat appear. A sharp crack makes you think of a whip, one with many strands. A cool breeze blows across your skin, letting you feel your vulnerability. Your skin pebbles, only your bra and thong seem to be in place. The room smells of candle wax and sweat, mingling together in a teasing aroma of lovemaking and pleasure. Unwillingly, your nipples harden, your breath shortens. Tied up, helpless, at the mercy of this man you are strangely aroused.
"Yes, I can see you realize your situation now," the voice taunts. "There will be no escape, you are my slave now. Be good to your master, and your master shall reward you." another sense, light and smooth as something tickles across your skin. Slowly running over your hip, up the small of your back, tickling as it lightly brushes over you, giving you goosebumps. Your body tingles, your remaining 4 senses heightened by the lack of sight. Slowly, teasingly, the object runs around your ribs, up the middle of your chest, running over the curve of your breast.
"There can be pleasure," the voice continues, "and there can be pain." Suddenly the crack sounds again, as fresh lines of heat and pain mingle across your ass. Thin lines of stinging heat, making you tingle. You gasp as the whip hits you again. Strong, firm, yet not enough to cause real pain, a stinging slap to let you know that it is there. Suddenly you feel hands on your shoulders, caressing your skin as they slide down your sides, running around your back to unclasp your bra. The hands run around, gliding smoothly over you as they cup your breasts, reaching underneath your bra to lift it up and squeeze your nipples. Pulling gently as the fingers roll your nipples between them. Then, suddenly, they are gone. Nothing now but the cool breeze, reaching under your unclasped bra and blowing across your exposed breasts.