Megan found herself standing alone in a long bright white hallway without any doors. As she looked back and forth she couldn't see anything other than white walls, ceiling, and floors. Turning left, then right searching for any thing that could lead her out of there she became slightly panicked.
Megan looked down to the floor and notice she was wearing plain black silk pajamas. Her top buttoned down with six black shinny balls, her pants flowed down to her feet with just her toes sticking out in front.
When she looked up a white wall was now ten feet away closing off the hallway in front of her. Turning around to check the other direction she saw a black door about fifty feet down the hallway on her left.
Slowly she approached the door with hesitant steps until she stood directly in front. Megan paused for a moment unsure what was happening but she had an uncontrollable urge to open the door. Reaching out, her hand gently wrapped around the knob and turn.
The door clicked and then cracked open. Megan put her other hand on the door and pushed; it was heavy and took some effort to open enough for her to see in.
The room was pitch black and she could feel a cool rush of air escape as she stood in the doorway. She didn't know why but she had to go in. Stepping in she walked about five feet when the door closed behind her slow and quietly drowning out any light that may have entered in from the hall.
Frozen like a scared little girl Megan closed her eyes in an attempt to remove herself from the situation like she was trying to forget a bad dream.
When she opened her eyes again a faint light shown down on a large wooden straight back armchair in the middle of the room; Megan couldn't explain why but she had a desire to move to the chair and sit down.
Once in the chair she sat with her legs closed and her hands clasped tightly in her lap. A dim glow appeared on the dark wall in front of her as her breathing became quicker. It was a TV screen warming up and was full of static and snow. The size of the screen was rather large just like the massive plasma TVs in the electronic stores.
The picture finally came up on the screen showing a large white room similar to the hallway outside. The picture was in black and white like the security video one would see at the convenience stores. The quality of the picture was crystal clear; she could detect every minor detail of the room.
On the far left of the screen two people enter the room side-by-side dressed in dark hooded robes that resembled Druid monks. The taller of the two held a hand out in front as the other one held on to it with both hands as if they were being lead by the taller one. When they reached the center of the room the taller one reached up with both hands and pulled back the hood of the shorter one. As the figures face became visible Megan was able to recognize the person being lead into the room. It was she.
Megan gasped at the site of herself on the screen. What could this be, she had never been in a room like that before and she surely had never been dressed in that fashion as far as she recollected.
Standing still the image of herself on the screen allowed the other individual to untie the rope that closed the robe and remove it from her body.
She was completely nude from head to toe accept for black straps around each wrist, each ankle, and a black strap around her neck. The image was so clear that Megan could see a shiny metal ring attached to the center of the collar, and shiny metal clasps on each of the cuffs around her wrist and ankles.
Megan looked closely at the face of the woman in the picture and observed that she had a calm look about her. She looked as if she had an anxious anticipation about her, that is what the smile on her face depicted. Megan noticed that her likeness had her long blonde hair slicked back fashioned in a French braid. Without thinking she raised her hand up to her head and found her hair also was shaped in the same manner. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Could this be her or was this a really back joke.
At that moment the tall individual spoke to the woman calling her by the name of Lacy. Lacy, that was Megan's pet name when she felt naughty and adventures. His voice was very familiar and comforting. He asked her, "Lacy are you comfortable with what is going on?" It was her husband's voice she would know it anywhere.
Lacy responded that she was indeed comfortable and eagerly awaited the events of the evening. At that point the male removed his hood and there he was, it was her husband standing there I front of herself with a calm reassuring look on his face.
Suddenly below the screen a panel light up with a dim blue lighting. On the panel was a black blindfold like a sleeping mask used by so many people. Just as fast as the panel light up it dimmed again.
Megan returned her attention to the screen were she witnessed her husband place the mask over the yes of Lacy taking away her ability to see what was going on. Once he was satisfied that she couldn't see he reached out and took her right arm and stretched it up to the side clipping it to a white rope that hung down from the ceiling. Repeating the process with the left arm her made sure her arms were securely restrained in a V over her head.
As each arm was stretched out away from Lacy's body Megan's arms moved uncontrollably out onto the chair arm corresponding with the arm moved in the picture.
Next her husband moved Lacy's Right legs out away from her body and attached the cuff on her ankle to a white post that stuck up from the floor. Repeating the same thing with her left leg he checked the restraint of her legs to make sure she couldn't move as she stood there spread eagle in the middle of the room.
Just as before with her arms Megan's legs moved apart without thought to the legs of the chair. Megan looked down at herself sitting I the chair with her arms propped up on the arms of the chair and her legs spread apart as she sat there wondering what was happening.
The panel below the TV came to life again this time there were two items on top of it. On the left side was a square patch of black fur and on the right a black peacock feather lay there. As Megan sat there staring at the items see realized that on the screen Lacy and her husband remained still. Watching herself on the screen Megan was able to see Lacy's chest rise and fall with each breath. Her body showed no signs of apprehension and the smile on her face revealed her pleasure to be in the situation she was in.
After a few seconds of watching the image of herself standing there restrained and unable to escape, Megan's left hand flinched and squeezed the arm of the chair.
Suddenly the blue light of the panel dimmed and on the screen her husband held a stick about three feet long with a square pad of black fur on the end of it. Raising it up he lightly stroked Lacy's cheek as her head tilted towards the black furry pad.
Megan thought she could feel the texture of the fury pad graze her cheek, she wasn't sure but it felt real.
Megan refocused her attention to what was happening on the screen. As she watched her husband rub the pad over Lacy's shoulders and arms she just knew she could feel the sensation of the fur on her skin.
As he moved the pad over Lacy's stomach Megan glanced down at her own stomach to find the silk pajama top she had on was gone leaving only a black bra covering her breast. Megan watched her chest rise and fall in unison with Lacy as the stimulation of the furry pad caressed her body.
On the screen her husband started passing the pad over Lacy's ass and thighs working his way down her legs to her ankles and feet. Megan shifted slightly in the chair as the sensation of the fur seamed so real. Looking down again Megan noticed the silk pants she had on had disappeared. All she had on from the waist down was a black thong. She could feel the coolness of the chair on the back of her legs and ass.
After Lacy's body had been completely covered by the black furry pad her husband set the stick down out of view. Megan's breathing had become deeper and faster with the excitement of seeing her likeness on the screen naked and helpless.
The panel came alive as the action on the screen stopped leaving both individuals standing there as if they were waiting for instruction on what to do next. On the lighted panel was a leather flog on the left and a ridding crop on the right.
Megan glanced down at the items then back at the screen several times. She could see every detail of Lacy's body clearly as she stood there. The perkiness of her breast, the firmness of her nipples, the smoothness of her stomach, the clean hairless shape of her mound, and the tender delicate lips of her pussy dangling down from her womanhood. She was so beautiful and desirable standing there. Megan was becoming aroused by the appearance of her own body. She could feel her own nipples tighten and strain against the bra she was wearing.
Megan looked down at the panel once more and thought about what each item could be used for. Just as before she unexpectedly squeezed an arm of the chair, this time it was the right side.
As the ridding crop appeared on the screen in the hand of her husband Megan realized that she could select which item would by used on Lacy by squeezing the arm of the chair.
Megan jumped slightly as her husband whipped the crop through the air making it whistle. Taking the crop he traced the outline of Lacy's right breast then the left.
Megan felt a cold rush come over her chest as the crop traced Lacy's breast. Looking down see saw her bra was gone leaving her breast exposed to the cool air of the room. As she looked back at the screen she watched him tap the small triangle leather tip of the crop on Lacy's right nipple. The tapping caused Lacy's nipple to harden even more than it was. Megan looked down at her own nipple and could see it tighten up as well. She swore she could feel the repetitive tapping on her nipple but there was no one else there in the room with her. As her own pleasure increased with the visual and
