Day 1
I snapped awake, roused by some dream I instantly forgot. As my mind registered my surroundings I realized I was not in my comfortable king size bed. Panic filled my gut and adrenaline caused a hyper focus on my surroundings. I was in what appeared to be a normal-ish bedroom on a full size bed. My body covered by a white sheet, naked except for boxer briefs. I was irrationally happy that I possess a well muscled male physique and at least having minimal clothing was not an embarrassment. Old metal creaked as I sat up in bed. As I rotated to the edge I felt something pull at my ankle. I looked down and noticed a shackle attached to braided steel cable that cooled like a viper at the foot of the bed and was anchored to the wall with sizable bolts.
Holy shit, I thought, this is a prison cell.
I walked as far as I could towards the door. No knob or deadbolt was visible in the windowless door. The chain stopped me just short of being able to put a foot to it.
I could not recall how I got here. The last thing I remember was talking to a tall brunette; Laura, Lana, Liz...something like that, at the bar downtown that had the best bourbon selection...
I turned around and examined the small room. Maybe 8 feet by 10 feet. The walls were off white and bare. A toilet and small sink stood in one corner opposite the bed's headboard. A row of narrow windows near the ceiling was letting the morning sunlight in.
Fuck! I exclaimed aloud. I am 6'3, 275 lbs with a 50" chest, with the rest of the physique to match. I am stronger and bigger than 99% of the population. Who the fuck was able to kidnap me? I sat down on the edge of the bed and closed my eyes, still hoping this was a dream.
I wheeled my head towards the door as I heard something latch and the door swung slowly outward. Temporarily blinded by the sudden influx of harsh light, I heard footsteps come in and made out a female silhouette.
"Hello Justin" the new arrival said. "Sleep Well?"
Sarcasm. Really?
My eyes adjusted and before me stood a brunette with short cropped, but still feminine, hair. She was about 6 feet tall. She wore a red corset that showed off the alabaster skin down to her mid sized bust and slimmed her waist. The curve of her hips was covered by a short, black mini skirt. Her long legs were her best feature and she knew it. They were covered in sheer black, thigh high stockings held up by clips attached to the bottom of the skirt with another tease of ivory beneath the hem. On her feet were 3 inch stiletto heels that accentuated all the right places. She was a sight to behold and not at all what I expected (though in hindsight I really had no sense of expectation)
"Remember me?"
Her question pulled me out of my stare and I looked hard at her face, attempting to concentrate but my brain felt fuzzy.
She let the question hang as the moments passed.
I raised an eyebrow "The girl from the bar? Laura?"
"It's Lauren" she corrected. "Actually Mistress Lauren to you now."
What the Fuck?
"How did I get here? I know for sure you didn't drag me here by yourself!" I growled at her as I stood to my full height puffing my chest out at her in a show of idiotic machismo.
"I will have none of that bull" Lauren shot back. I saw her hand press some button on a remote and immediately felt an electric jolt where the shackle contacted the skin.
"Fuck!"
"Watch your language!" Another jolt. I sat down, breathing heavy to recover.
"Calm yourself and I will explain."
"Yes Mistress Lauren".
Why the hell did I say that? Weirdly, it calmed me down.
"That's better" Lauren almost cooed.
"Where do I begin?
We did meet last night at the bar. My...let's say sisters , and I have had our eye on you for awhile though.
Your memory will come back probably later today, but after flirting with you for awhile I slipped a drug that made you quite compliant to my wishes into your whiskey. You willingly got into my car last night and I led you to this room to sleep it off."
"Woah, slow down, you were stalking me?"
"Never mind that. You now belong to us as a submissive pet."
"As in sex slave submissive? I don't think so you crazy Bi..." another shock.
"You will learn, and we can show you levels of pleasure you have never known before. Only if you behave properly though. "
"Behave properly?" I inquired.
"Yes. Your job is to serve and service me and the others as we instruct you to. Complete the job well and be rewarded. Slack off or fail and be punished. "
Lauren had this hypnotic tone to her voice. Somehow my resistance to the situation was slipping away. Either that or I was drugged again.
My body betrayed my mind and I found myself getting hard staring at the beauty in front of me and at the thought of being a pleasure source for her.
It did not escape Lauren's penetrating gaze. "See your body knows this is good for you. Let me show you the way".
Lauren walked over and before I could react snapped something metal around my neck. "This collar has a stronger shock than the shackle and will bring you to the floor if you try anything silly. Do you understand? "
All I could do was nod.
"Good Boy" and Lauren grabbed my hard on through my underwear and stroked expertly.
"Are we learning"
I nodded. "Yes Mistress Lauren"
She undid the shackle on my ankle.
"Follow me."
I did as she asked and followed her out the door. I stared at her beautiful ass that peaked out from under her skirt as she walked.
"Like what you see?"
"You have excellent curves". No sense in hiding the truth.
"Thank you my pet. Compliments are always welcome. Back talk and general bitchiness will be punished. Is that understood?" She turned around to face me.
"Yes. "
My face stung as I felt a light slap.
"Yes what?" Lauren demanded?
"Yes, Mistress."
"Better".
The rest of the walk was in silence and I was led down two flights of stairs. Lauren punched a code on one of those WiFi enabled locks and led me through the dark to the center of a large room.
"Behold my favorite place in the world".
The lights came on and I could hardly believe what I was seeing. The room looked like it housed all the restraints, furniture and implements I had ever seen in BDSM porn.