Everything was fuzzy. There was an ache in her limbs that she couldn't quite understand. She moved to stretch but found she couldn't move. The cool air caressed her body and she realized she must be naked. Slowly, her eyes blinked open revealing a dim light surrounding her. Her face was against a cool leather surface, she craned her neck to see where she was but found she couldn't gather much.
Her breath quickened as she tried to stretch again, panic rising in her chest. Her limbs were fastened down to whatever it was she was laying on. Where was she? She shut her eyes, willing it to be an alcohol induced nightmare. The last thing she remembered was being at a bar. She had gone out alone last night, something she rarely did.
The past month had been bad date, after bad date and she had really wanted to have sex, not with any of her various toys she kept in her bedside table, but with a living breathing man. She had gotten dressed up and gone to a swanky bar near her neighborhood. She had paid special attention to how she looked; choosing a black sleeveless dress that hugged the curves of her petite 5'4" frame. Her pale skin was made luminescent by the deep black, she styled her long blond hair in loose waves around her shoulders, and made sure her makeup was subtle but flawless. Smoky eyes and glossy lips. The bar was beautiful, classic, dark woods and leather, she had chosen it specifically to find the right kind of man; rich, powerful, and a good lay for the night.
Her thoughts snapped back to where she was, looking down as much as she could and she saw her arms beneath her strapped to the legs of whatever she was on. A thin padded plank covered in leather ran from her head down to just below her abdomen, with her breasts spread, one hanging down on each side of the middle plank. Her legs were bent and open wide, strapped in a similar fashion to knee pads situated on either side of the plank. Open, exposed, and vulnerable she felt the panic welling again. She tried to calm her breath reminding herself that she needed to keep a clear head. How had she gotten here?
She had been alone at the bar nursing a mojito, when a very handsome man had approached her. He was exactly the kind of man she had been looking for. Taller than her by almost a foot, broad shouldered, well-dressed, black hair, just the right amount of five o'clock shadow, and piercing green eyes. Her mind searched, willing her to remember his name, but she couldn't. Their conversation had been light, flirty, and when she went to order another mojito, he had laid his hand on hers, and told the bartender to get her a gin and tonic instead. It had ruffled her slightly, but she let it pass. After that, she couldn't remember anything.
She lay on the contraption, willing herself to remain calm, when behind her she heard the creaking of a door.
"Well, well, well, it appears my little beauty has awakened," the voice was low and dangerous.
"Please just let me go, I will give you whatever you want. I won't go to the police, I have money," her voice sounded strangled to her own ears, pleading. She could feel tears pricking her eyes.
"Oh, I have no doubt you will give me whatever I want, you're in no position to do otherwise." his voice was hard, but not cruel.
"Please don't do this, I can give you money, please," she was started to sob now, the tears rolling down her cheeks.
"I am not interested in money, and not that it will quell your fear entirely, but no harm will come to you here, at least no too much harm so long as you are a good girl." He was circling the space behind her and she could feel heat rising in her cheeks as she flushed with embarrassment. He had a completely unobstructed view of her ass and pussy with the way she was bound.
