I slowly opened my eyes and tried to peer through the fog in my mind. My head was pounding, my vision blurred. The glaring light overhead gave no clue as to where I was. The last thing I remembered was having a drink in that bar and talking to the gorgeous redhead. The only thing I knew for sure was that I was on my belly. I tried to roll over, to escape the incessant pounding behind my eyes. But I couldn't move. It was then I realized my hands were tied over my head. I was in a bed. My feet were strapped to the brass bars at the foot of the bed and my hands were strapped to the brass headboard and I was naked as a jay bird.
"Where the hell am I?", I thought to myself. I looked around the room and realized I was in a large bedroom. The furnishings were all antique. The heavy, old, wooden furniture that yuppies like to surround themselves with. The room was luxurious. Thick, teal carpeting covered the floors. A dressing table stood on the other side of the room with an oval mirror and lots of perfumes, lipsticks and other items that a woman would use to pretty herself up, for whatever occasion arose. I was in a woman's bedroom. What the hell is going on here? Then I heard it. Music. Something soft and generic. It was coming from the other side of the door.
I yelled out, "Hello?" Nothing. I yelled again. Still nothing. Suddenly the door opened and in strolled the redhead from the bar. She was wearing a white lace bra and panties with thigh high, white stockings. They left nothing to the imagination. In spite of the predicament I was in, I couldn't help but admire the beauty that stood before me.
"What's going on here," I asked. "What do you think you're doing?"
She looked at me with a sarcastic smirk on her face and replied, "Well sweetie, you and I are going to have a little fun, well I'm going to, but maybe you won't."
"It all depends on what you're into, dear." Then I knew I had been drugged and brought here.
"Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully", she said. "You are going to do whatever I say. If you don't, my little friend here will cut your balls off." With that, she brought her right hand from behind her back, revealing a knife with a long tapered blade. It looked very sharp.
"What is it you want," I asked.
"I want you," she said, "and I want you the way I want you. And when I'm done with you, you will be released and you'll never know where you were, or who I am. Is that understood?" I could not believe this was happening. But, hey what could be so bad? She wanted to have sex with me? Ok. So she's a little kinky, I thought to myself. What's the harm? This could be fun.