He has been secured against the wall. Metal cuffs with velvet linings hold him fast. His wrists are a little chafed - yet again he defies us with his attempts to escape. He is furious, naked and cold.
"You tried to escape." I speak to him, and he turns his face towards my voice. He is so very handsome I long to rush to him and shower him with kisses. That will have to wait. He has been foolish, and the others expect me to punish him.
He snarls at me "You have no right to keep me here."
I shake my head sadly. "I told you, you would have been released. Why did you try and escape on your own?"
He sets his lips against me, and shoots me a murderous look. I move towards him. I am wearing a long gown of wine coloured velvet with a tempting slit up the front. He looks down involuntarily and catches a glimpse of my nakedness. He licks his lips, although he shivers in fear. Perhaps we are building a little trust - I was kind before, and he has not been brutalised. But I see the anger cloud his face as he considers how he has been captured and held here.
"You will be punished for your bravery." I sink to my knees before him on the cold stone floor.
"You will tell me when you are close to climax." I order.
He sneers again, but his ankle is fastened to the wall by a short chain, and he is unable to move away as I take his flaccid penis between my hands.
It is soft and cool to touch. Holding it gently, I breathe on it, warming it. I look up to see him watching me in fascination. Gently I lower it, and stroke his thighs. He shivers, and I stroke deeper between them, cupping his buttocks gently, softly touching his balls. He shrinks away, but the wall behind him prevents it. I ignore his reluctance, and push his thighs apart forcefully. This gives me greater access to begin again, stroking, touching, exploring.