Was I drugged...? I think to myself, blinking a few times to make sure the image is real. No...I definitely wasn't drugged....
In front of me is an alluring woman, with long brown hair running down my chest. She's completely naked and is lying over me while nothing but her hair touches my skin. Her green eyes pierce me and my mouth hangs open, no words tumbling out as I realize I'm handcuffed to this bed.
Her red colored lips form a seductive smile, as she whispers huskily, "Finally my pet awakens..."
She leans forward and our lips are a whisper away from one another, as my mouth apparently had closed of its own accord. She touches my face with her hand, making me shiver and the cuffs clang against the metal headboard. My eyes widen a touch. She hurriedly draws away and towers over me, my body still bouncy slightly from her movements. She reaches up into the canopy of the bed and grabs something that comes down with a crack, a whip.
I watch in slight fear, and a word comes to mind, Friday. Somehow I know, if I were to utter it, even the slightest, she'd stop. I frown slightly at the thought then clear away the memories to focus on the present.
Her smile shows teeth as she leans down and gently strokes the whip over my package, which starts to awaken from the touch of the leathery strips.
I groan and ask, "Mistress?"
Her eyes flit to mine as the lips form a thin line, and she draws her arm back and violently throws it forward, the whip catching my abdomen as I cry out.
"You will address me as, Master." She says curtly, with vindictiveness, as she watches me writhe, she licks her lips slightly.
I nod, and try again, "M-Master...?"
She stands and looks down at me and I decide that's a cue to forge onward, "Master... How long have I been here?"
She raises an eyebrow and drops to her knees, I bounce against her, as she moans and leans down to whisper, "That doesn't matter, but it does help my ministrations...