The room is dark, floors are bare but for a square carpet in the middle.... it is this, most likely oriental. Your steps echo across the room.
You travel the walls, lighting fat candles as you go, and soon the room is bathed in a flickering light. Simple, but you don't need much to do your work.A knock at the door and a girl, short, tan skin, short dark hair and begging brown eyes is dragged in by her collar. You gaze down as she is thrown to your feel... her words and pleas muffled by the cloth gag at her mouth. As she lays on the floor, looking up at you, expectantly, nervously, pleading... a slow smile crosses your face... you know it is time to begin.
Tipping her head up you place a finger under her chin and coax her to her feet, staring deep into her eyes.... there is trust, and fear reflecting the fire and steel in yours. Slowly you bend to her lips, taking them gently and softly, then roughly grabbing her by the hands bound in thick cuffs at her back you shove her face down onto the bed in front of you. Taking new cuffs from your box of toys you bind her ankles, then hogtie them to her wrists... she is bound before you, ready and ripe and waiting to be used and her cunt, damp, glistens in the candle light you ponder your options.