Rod awoke to find himself bound to a chair. The last thing he remembered was enjoying a glass of wine with his life mate and now he was here. She must have drugged him, the minx. The question is now that she had him immobilised what was she going to do with him. He was naked, he could feel the cool metal of the chair on his skin, his arms and feet secured by metal rings. As his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw the room was small and shadowy, the walls covered in screens. He noticed beside him a small bench, with what looked like a helmet on top with a tinted visor.
Suddenly the screens were turned on, the strong white light causing him to blink. Sexy images of a woman flashed up, a different one on each screen. Images of the woman dressed. In various states of undress and even unclothed. Each image designed to arouse, based on his own personal taste. Butts stuck out, turning to look at him with that look that only she could do that well. Her in a pair of jeans, hands in the back pockets, perfectly rounded arse and her in a mini skirt, just short enough to show a small amount of the butt cheeks.
The images caused him to subconsciously tense his body, causing the muscles in her arms to tense, the metal digging into his skin, extra noticeable in his aroused state. Different clothes, different hair styles, but all the same sexy woman. His sexy woman. "Dee, what are you about?" he called out, hoping she would take mercy on him but all there was, was the sound of her raw laughter, each image mimicking the motion.
