He opened his eyes slowly, trying hard to focus as he felt his body restricted, registered the tight cuffs around his wrists, the chains which bound him face down to the bed in the almost familiar room, the collar which pressed into his throat, struggling to focus his eyes and his mind and clear the fog from his consciousness.
As his vision cleared he felt her presence at the foot of the bed, and managed to lift his head, turning enough to see her standing there, surrounded by swirls of smoke, smouldering it seemed, as candle light reflected from her glossy corset and dark hair. . He winced as pain registered in his back and the back of his legs but mostly his ass, which tingled and ached, his stomach was sticky with dried come and he began to realize now there was no escape. He had surrendered. Now he belonged to her.
Almost fully conscious but feeling dizzy from the drug she had administered, he heard footsteps ascending the stairs and felt fear begin to dawn as he realized someone else was approaching. The steps drew nearer, long confident strides, the sound of heels echoing along the wooden floor.
The footfalls entered the room and came to a halt at the foot of the bed. He heard the sound of liquid being poured and felt her approach him. She lifted his head from the pillow and held his chin as she poured more of the clear fluid into his mouth leaving no choice but to swallow. He felt movement and a third presence at the end of the bed, heard the rattle of the chains at his feet and felt them loosen and watched as his mistress's hands worked his wrists out of the cuffs and rolled his body over onto his back. Feeling his head cloud once again, he caught a glimpse of a tall, unfamiliar, female figure standing at the other end of the bed. She wore a dark hood over her face and seemed like a shadow, black, yet glinting in the half-light, covered completely in a tight, liquid bodysuit.
His mistress forced a hand firmly round his mouth and as his eyes began to close involuntarily, he was plunged into sudden darkness, feeling the tight rubber of the hood as it was forced over his face and head. She left his mouth free of the hood and removed her hand and he now felt cold, wet glass as the dildo was pushed between his lips. He felt his cock swell and lift to a right angle, the blood pounding from into it from every part of him, hearing his pulse rushing around his head.