I come into your bedroom. You are sleeping sounding and are laying on top of the sheets of your bed in restless slumber - obviously you have been dreaming erotically since, even in your deep sleep, your hand is buried in your cunt.
I can see your tits rising and falling through the sheer material of your long nightgown and I slip my arms under your shoulders and knees lifting you so as not to awaken you.
I carry you downstairs and from the main floor into the dark heated basement. In the far corner, I step on a hidden petal and the door secreted in the wood paneling swings quietly open wide. As it opens, a soft red light illuminates my playroom beyond. Along the walls are set silken cords and hardened steel chains. Several shelves and cupboards contain an assortment of instruments of pain and pleasure and around the room are various benches and other assorted constructions.
You are still well asleep - the mild sedative I slipped into your wine at dinner has held you there as planned. I prop you up against an X-shaped apparatus that is hinged at its lower extremities to the wall about two feet from the floor. There is a large opening where the two arms cross that shall become evident in its purpose later. I lift first your left hand and then your right and attach the felt lined handcuffs to your wrists. I then bend down and, spreading your legs as wide as possible, cuff your ankles to the bottom arms of the X. Standing up, I examine my handiwork; you are now spread-eagled against the wall with your see-through nightie stretched tight against your body! An amazing sight but now I must away and wait for you to wake. I turn out the lights and go upstairs to change and have some coffee.