I pushed open the worn metal door. There was very little light in the warehouse, only a stream of dust mote choked sunlight came in from the skylight window. It formed a pool of dim light in the middle of the room where a metal cage of construction scaffolding rested. It was too dark to see anything beyond that pool of light, but a furtive scuffle tells me something is moving deep within the abandoned building.
Was this the right address? He had called me an hour before, to clear my schedule for the afternoon and meet him here.
"Don't be late," He had instructed, "And be sure to wear your high-heeled sandals."
"Hello?" I call into the darkness. I got no reply. I crossed the threshold, curiosity overpowered fear. This is a bad neighbourhood after all, lots of unsavoury types about. Without thinking, I pushed the door shut behind me. It closed with an echoing clang. I approached the pool of light, my high heels clacked loudly in the empty warehouse.
I stopped at the edge of the light, trying to peer deeper into the darkness on the other side. The hairs on the nape of my neck rose. An almost animalistic instinct warned me that something was staring back at me, even though I couldn't actually see anything. I shook my head, and I was about to turn and leave.
"Stop. Don't turn around." I froze. Perfectly still. It took a moment for me to realise that it was his voice. It was different though, more like a low growl than anything else.
"What are you-" I started to say.
"Silence." He snapped, "Now, take off your shirt."
"What-"
"I will not ask twice!" He yelled, so forcefully that my body shook with fear.
It's okay. I told myself, He's just playing silly-buggers, he won't hurt me. I smiled slightly, fine, I'll play with this kinky little game. The shot of adrenaline from the first fright heightened my senses for a few seconds. The dirty cement on the ground, the dusty air, the rusted scaffolding, the risque location, the scuffling...something; it was all so very sordid.
I unbuttoned my blouse, at first my hands were still shaking from the shock, but then I thought I'd have some fun with this. I slowed down, taking my time on each button. I could sense his eagerness welling up behind me. In any case, a game takes two. I shrugged my shoulders out of the blouse, slipped my arms out of the sleeves and tossed it behind me. I hoped it fell against him, giving him a scent of my perfume. I stood with my back straight and shoulders square, I'll be a good little soldier.
"Drop your skirt." He ordered. I undid the front clasp of my skirt and let it slip off my hips a little. I bent forward, legs straight, ass out and let it slowly caress my thighs as it came down. Oh, he would be eager to start now and drop this game. How could he control himself? My tanned skin, round ass and firm thighs were always my little boy leash. I slowly straightened again, giving him plenty of time to admire me. I flicked my head up, letting my long black hair catch some of the daylight. At last I then stepped out of the crumpled dress. Next, I reached up behind me with my right hand to unclasp my black bra.
"Stop. I did not tell you to do that." I froze for a second. Okay, what are you doing? I stood at attention again, waiting. Paranoia crept into me again. I really couldn't see beyond the pool of light, not with the midday sun shining above me, but I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I blinked the thought away. I was almost naked in an alien place, and he was watching me of course. I heard his heavy footfalls behind me, echoing in the room. Something fairly heavy slapped onto my left shoulder. I glanced down at it. It was a thick leather blindfold.
"Put it on." He said quietly. I hesitated, "Let me explain something. You are alone here. Nobody can hear through these thick walls. Disobey, and be punished. Submit, and be rewarded."
"Wait-" I tried to sound in control, but my voice waivered.
"You are already in trouble for taking your time with your blouse." As he promised, he didn't ask a second time. My hands were starting to tremble again, my heart fluttering in my chest. I took the blindfold off my shoulder and strapped it around my eyes. The ominous pool of light shrouded out of sight. I wanted nothing more than to be able to see it again. Instead, I just had a sea of infinite blackness before me. I was in a cavern, an infinite gallery of darkness and unknowns. What would be waiting for me here?
His footsteps circled me. Despite everything, I swear I could feel my nipples hardening, my cunt almost quivered in anticipation. He had stopped in front of me. I could hear his steady breathing. A cold slip of leather wrapped around my neck and tightened slightly. I felt his fingers pinching at the buckle. The collar was in place. He tugged at the lead, making me follow him forwards, into the light that I couldn't see anymore. My own breathing was quickening as I felt ever more vulnerable, almost bare to the world in broad daylight.
We stopped at what I guessed was the middle of the pool of light, under the metal scaffolding. He grabbed the lead where it connected to the collar and pulled me up to his face. I had to teeter on my toes, my arms flapped out to keep my balance.
"I said that you would be punished if you disobeyed me." He smirked.
"I haven't disobeyed you." I pleaded.
"You were not given permission to remove your bra. And don't you know how to address your master?"
"Uh-ah...sir?" I hazarded a guess.
"'Uh-ah sir'?" He mocked, shaking the leash violently. My balance swung from one foot to the next. I nearly fell over, but he dragged me back up by the lead.
"Sir!" I wailed. He released the lead.
"Raise your arms to your sides." He said, turning to my right. I did so. A few moments later I felt a strap wrap around my right wrist and tighten. My right ankle was strapped and tightened. His footsteps passed in front of me to my left, and strapped in my left arm and leg as well. He walked away from me, behind me, it sounded like he was beyond the pool of light. The sound of leather straps rubbing against rusted pipes resonated in the room. The straps binding my wrists and ankles pulled away from me, opening me up, spread-eagle.
His footsteps approached me again from behind. A short whistle cut the air, and the hot slap of a belt across my back. I yelped in shock, my body contracted in, muscles tensing, but I was going nowhere. I couldn't escape the restraints, I couldn't run, I couldn't shield. I grit my teeth. The belt hurt. I could feel the red warmth flowing up to my skin.
"Ten strokes for acting without my consent and five additional strokes for improper address." He meted out my sentence.
"That's not fair!" I cried, "You didn't tell me so...sir!" I added just in time, I could imagine him on the verge of adding another five for a second infraction.
"Fair? You want fairness?" He laughed, "There is no fairness. No justice. There is just you and me. Powerful and powerless. Use this time to work out which one you are. Additional five strokes for dissent." He picked at the edges of my panties around my ass, pulling them up and out of the way of the flesh, letting them slip into my crack, "Now, count from one." The strokes landed at an even pace. They covered my back and ass in red prickling warmth. After the initial shock of the belt had worn off it didn't seem so painful, a moment's sting and then the pleasurable tingling warm afterglow. But I knew he wasn't using his full strength as this was only my first transgression. I finally counted out the twenty strokes.
The strokes stopped, I heard him breathing behind me. The belt tip drawing circles on the concrete floor. He walked up to me, placed his chin on my shoulder and whispered, his breath brushing strands of my hair over my cheek and ears. I felt the restraints at my ankles give some slack, but I didn't move my feet.
"I will give you a minute to think about what, exactly, your situation is." He walked away. I heard another metal clang open and shut. His footsteps vanished.
I dropped my head and my body sagged against the restraints. My back and ass still tingled. To my surprise, my panties were soaking wet, and my nipples were straining to poke through my thin bra.
It was deathly silent now. No other breathing, no footsteps, I hardly dared to make a sound. He really had left me alone here. I pulled at the restraints, how well could they have been tied on? I pulled with all my might, but after a few minutes I had to give up, it was pointless. I had only hurt my wrists by straining, probably rubbed red by now. I sagged down again.
I had once read about torture. It had been a mild fascination at university. One philosopher had described it as "the two-way battle of attrition that fully revealed a person in their nakedness. The torturer, a beast of voraciousness and devilry. The tortured, a beast of servility and sycophancy. And how easy it is for the roles to be reversed despite mutual revulsion!" I shook my head at the blackness. He wasn't a beast, he wasn't the devil. We had been together for so long. I knew he was the dominant type, and I liked that. I just couldn't believe that this had been lurking inside him for so long.
"What is this?" He suddenly growled right at my ear. I recoiled in terror, but the straps kept me put. "Stand up straight!" I hadn't heard him move or the door open again. I stood up as straight as I could, bringing my legs together, taking up all the slack that was given. My heart hammered in my chest and my legs were shaking with fright. He started circling me again. God, please not the belt again! It still tingles...
"What are you?" He asked. The question caught me by surprise. My mouth open and shut a few times before I answered.
