the wall

She led him forward, her hand tight around his hard cock. He stared down at his bare feet, as instructed, following her, one step behind. She towered above him in her platform boots - a dark, latex clad figure in a dimly lit room.

He strained his wrists against the rope that bound them, but there was no give...

They arrived at the wall...he was afraid to look...but as she loosened the rope from his wrists he heard the chink of chain and the click of a padlock as first one wrist, and then the other was shackled to the wall...then his ankles....then his neck collar...padlocked to a ring bolt in the wall...He felt afraid and uncomfortable, his back against the cold wall, barely able to move...

How long would she leave him?..what would she do next?..what if he never got out?...

but as his worst fears began to play in his mind...she placed a blindfold over his eyes - complete black...no vision at all...

"Tell me your name.." she demanded. He nervously spoke his name...and in an instant felt the slap of her hand across his cheek....it shocked him and his heart began racing.

She repeated her request, her lack of patience telling in her tone of voice...he said his name again, this time adding "Mistress" after he spoke, but again...she slapped his cheek..

Holding his jaw between her fingertips, she verbally despared, "useless".....she leant towards him....he could smell the scent of her perfume...and feel the hot sting on his cheek.....and she whispered, barely audibly, right up close to his ear......

"slave",

and as she walked away, leaving him stood with his back against the wall, heart pounding, wondering what was going to become of him, that single word echoed in his mind.