"HUNGH!" He awoke abruptly, shouting in surprise as his face stung from a sharp slap. The pinch of something stiff pressing against his chest was the next thing to enter his awareness, quickly followed by the realization that his arms were awkwardly folded behind his back, each wrist somehow fastened to the opposing forearm. His foggy mind tried to make sense of what he felt, and he realized this was the same way he had positioned...
Lila.
He warily opened his eyes to see her looking down at him, and realized he was kneeling on the floor, leaning back against some curved surface. He tried to sit up and discovered that tight straps around his chest held him back. There was so little slack that he couldn't move more than an inch in any direction.
He looked at Lila again, who now bore almost no resemblance to the demure, weak person he'd taken home. She stood tall and confident, fully dressed in casual, flattering clothes - leggings, ankle boots, and a long sweater, hair up in a messy bun. She could have been going out for coffee, or to pick up her kid at school, but as his eyes landed on her face he realized she wore the same look he'd turned on his own toys so many times. Eager anticipation of the game, tightly controlled to ensure perfect execution and maximum enjoyment. He knew that begging for mercy would only increase this predator's pleasure. So he stared into her eyes and watched silently, pretending indifference as best he could with his body contorted and his heart pounding with shock at this unfathomable change in circumstances that seemed, to him, to have occurred in the blink of an eye.
Lila had hoped for some whimpering or whining that she could viciously silence, but wasn't really surprised that he refrained. She quickly grew bored of the staring contest, and decided to begin.
"Cat got your tongue, Eric?" she asked gently, with a cheerful smile. "You never introduced yourself, but I noticed your name on your license," and she gestured to the right, where his wallet, keys, and phone were set neatly on the floor. She thought seeing the instruments of freedom, so close and yet completely out of reach, would add some poignancy to his experience. Watching him spot the items, and seeing the calculations start in his mind, she knew she'd been right. To someone so obsessed with control, keeping it visible but impossible to access would help him keep going long after he really should give up. And Eric would need his stamina for the activities she had planned.
Lila picked up a pair of heavy metal shears and began cutting quickly down the side of his pants. "I'd have you strip yourself," she confided as she worked, "but I think it's unrealistic to expect that level of cooperation. Not yet, anyway," and she winked at him quickly, before switching to cut down the other side.
Eric had thought to kick out at her as soon as she stepped closer, but when he tried to move his leg, he learned both ankles were fastened behind him somehow..
Lila finished cutting the pants, yanked them off, then picked up the shears again and slid the sharp tip of the shears up the thigh of his boxer briefs, watching his face avidly as the shears slid along his upper thigh. She cut through the leg quickly, then slid the scissors up again, diagonally this time, crossing from his left thigh up towards his right hip. The hard blunt bottom edge now rested directly across his balls. He managed to keep his face still, but couldn't stop the rapid, panicked breaths heaving out, and the desperate inhales flaring his nostrils. Now we're getting somewhere, she thought as she finished cutting off his last article of clothing, then set the shears back on a table across the room. She looked over his nude body, arched back awkwardly over the bolster, exposed and vulnerable. He had a mostly average build, a bit of padding around the middle but quite nice thighs and a surprisingly lovely uncut cock. She was delighted by his intact foreskin, which offered so much opportunity for entertainment. His ass was concealed in this position, but she'd examine that later.
Walking back over to stand between his legs, she gently slid the point of her boot down the top of his thigh, then reached down to playfully tweak his nipple. "Are you sure there's nothing you want to discuss?" she teased. "You might not have the use of your mouth much longer, so now's your chance."
Eric's mind raced, trying to think of any way out, any way to gain some advantage. "Where are we?" he finally asked, keeping his voice as even as possible. Knowledge was power, and anything he could learn about the situation might help him when he was ready to end this farce.
"Very good question," Lila praised, petting his head gently. Like a dog. "We're someplace very private. You like privacy, don't you Eric?" She slid her boot tip down the crevice between his thighs, where he'd pressed his legs together. She was pleased to see his cock plump up, just slightly, at the touch. He was clearly afraid, but his fear didn't seem to block his arousal. It was even better than she'd hoped. "Since you were kind enough to host earlier, I decided it was my turn. Consider yourself my guest for the time being," she explained. "If you don't have any more questions for me, perhaps I'll just let you know what to expect."
"I want to help you learn something that I believe you've forgotten. It's quite a simple lesson, but it's absolutely essential for people like us." She paused to give him another chance to speak, to ask what people like us meant. But he remained silent and still; perhaps he'd already figured out that they were kindred spirits of a sort. She leaned in and whispered next to his ear, just barely loud enough to hear, "Do unto others as you would have them do unto you."
