The room was reminiscent of an old school gymnasium with high ceiling and no windows. Everything had been painted black - the walls, floor and ceiling - and the room was only dimly lit by artificial light. At carefully measured intervals all around the room, shackles were attached to the walls at ankle and wrist height and a steel collar hung from a chain. Each set of shackles was separated from the next by a narrow 7 foot high wall which blinkered left and right vision. There were one hundred of these doorless cells which looked out onto the same, opposite. Centrally, hanging on long chains from the ceiling were six heavy steel collars. They were unattended.
Security guards stood by the only locked door and the room was monitored at all times by cctv.
One man was securely locked into each wall cell; wrists, ankles and collared - one hundred men in total. They wore no clothing. On arrival, all clothing and personal belongings had been removed and were replaced by a tattoo to the right shoulder, each man numbered from one to one hundred.
Some were old, some young. Some had been professionals, others manual workers. Some had arrived thin, others overweight, although now, there was no obesity.
Some would have classed themselves as sexually submissive, others as sexually dominant. Some were aggressive, others passive.
None of them knew they were coming to this.
She had what she wanted. A random sample of the population. One hundred men...
I hope you continue this tale, though I normally prefer not to read such things.
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