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.