He awoke abruptly with his wrists handcuffed above his head to a wrought-iron bedpost, trying to adjust his eyes to the sudden force of sunlight peering in through the window. He had no memory of the evening before and wondered how much he had drunk to wake up in a strange room bound to a bed.

While he struggled against his bonds he realized that he was indeed handcuffed and there was no way he was able to free himself. Panic took over when he also noticed that his shirt was gone and his pants also gone, ripped from his body and his nether regions were exposed for all to see (or more accurately the person who decided to abduct him and use him against his will) .

Confusion and pain seared through his head as he tried to lift himself off the bed but to no avail. His wrists were cuffed so tightly he thought he would pass out again from the pain and numbness which were surely waiting for him after several hours of being bound. He tried to glance around the room from his vantage point and noticed a door on one side and on the other another door leading to what he assumed to be a closet. The window behind the bed was streaming the late morning sunlight through the black drapes caught back with gold nylon, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to see the window from where he was being held captive.

At that moment the door on the left opened and in walked in a woman who was of average height (made by the shiny black stiletto heels) and had long dark red hair that was flowing down her back. The woman appeared to be in her mid to late twenties but she could have been older for all her victim knew.
“I see you’re awake….that’s good…you didn’t go quietly in the night…although I had my doubts,” the woman said with a sickening smile.
“Can you please unlock me, I promise I won’t hurt you,” the victim pleaded while trying to struggle to gain freedom.
“Oh, I’m not worried about what you are going to do to me,“ the woman replied plaintively. “You should be worried about what I’m going to do to you.” she added.
She then walked over to the side of the bed where her male victim lay helpless and nude, admiring his good looks. Not bad, she thought giving him a once over now that he was completely awake and sober no thanks to the scopolamine she managed to slip into his beer the night before.

Her victim was a tall man, mid thirties, about six feet maybe six one or two at the most, long blond hair and blue/green eyes. Slender in build yet defined with a hint of muscle in his arms which still struggled to get free. Not a chance in Hades, she laughed to herself. He is mine totally til I decide to dispose of him.

“Are those handcuffs too tight for you, Slave?“ she asked , immensely enjoying seeing this gorgeous man bound to her bed and to be used however she saw fit.
He continued to beg, plead and tried to free himself from this calm woman whose green eyes seemed devoid of any emotion except for the gleam of excitement in them.
“Please, let me go, I promise you again I won’t hurt you, I haven’t done anything to you.” he pleaded in vain. “Yes, they’re too tight, they’re hurting my wrists,” the victim complained.
“Good,” She responded without even glancing at him, just irritated by his whining. Only then she decided to take pity on this poor excuse of a man .
“All right! Fine! I’ll loosen the cuffs just a little bit, after all I can’t have you passing out from poor circulation on me, but I’m warning you…if you so much as scream or fight me I will have to sedate you and gag you again,” the woman warned..
“Oh thank you, thank you,” the man breathed a sigh of relief as his beautiful captor strolled over to where he was trapped. He took note of how meticulously she worked over him, loosening his handcuffs ever so slightly but still so tight so he couldn’t escape no matter how hard he struggled and strained.

With a slap across her victim’s beautiful yet astonished face, he was stunned into silence. “That will teach you to be quiet when I tell you to!” She said to him as if he was an unruly child. “You will not speak unless I speak to you first, is that clear, Slave?”
“Y-yes….I understand,” he whispered, now frightened of what this woman was capable of doing now that he was trapped for what seemed like an eternity when in reality it was only for one day.
“Good boy,” The woman replied, now satisfied she had a compliant man in her bed, maybe not so willing to please her at this time but will as soon as she was finished with him.
The woman stood at the foot of the bed watching her captive, all the while admiring her handiwork and the fact that her victim was now bent to her will with no escape plan in sight. She let out an audible sigh then shook her head, keeping her expression calm and unreadable, yet her eyes betrayed her emotion. They were cold and hard and mean.

The slave lay helplessly bound and frightened by his captor’s swing of mood. One moment nasty and cold, the next she was almost gentle and loving with the flick of her green orbs that were staring at him curiously. As if she wasn’t exactly sure why she decided to abduct him in the first place, maybe she made a mistake. After all he was a decent sized guy, over six feet tall, and built to perform (in her eyes, performance is a major feat and must be carried out perfectly). But for now he was her captive, her slave, her victim to use and abuse any way she wanted to.

His mind worked fast, trying to think of a way to escape, but obviously his Mistress already saw this coming, for she left the room for a second to get a high backed chair to sit in while she blocked the door. “Don’t make me gag you again,” she warned with a smile, but that smile held a hint of malice as her victim started to whimper and cry softly, tears running down his cheeks in vain since he couldn’t exactly wipe them away, At no time she felt any sympathy for this slave in her bed.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP I SAID!”, she screamed at him while marching over to where he lay. “Shut up or I will beat you senseless, don’t think I won’t do it!” she hissed. She then pulled out a dirty rag from the pocket of her black dress and jammed it into his mouth while slapping him hard across the face again. Jesus Christ, she thought…and I thought he was going to be one of the easier ones!
Stunned again into silence, he could only nod his head which was beginning to hurt with each slap she gave him and his arms were growing tired from being handcuffed all day and night. At this point all he could was wait until she decided to free him, but of course that wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. Not while she was enjoying her power over him!

She then decided she was bored with just watching him, so she got up from her post at the door and stepped out of the room momentarily to retrieve her big black goodie bag which held certain tools to ensure the fact he wasn’t going to try and run from her. “Don’t you go anywhere now,” she laughed mirthlessly as she disappeared for a moment.
The bound man just lay there feeling resigned to the fact that he was a slave and in not in any time soon he was going to be running away from this beautiful yet deranged woman. He just lay there for what seemed like forever trying to make sense of what happened to him over the past twelve hours or so.

The last thing he remembered as he worked it over in his mind is that he was leaving the bar after feeling a bit queasy after drinking his fourth or fifth beer. Then all was blank, and he woke up trapped in this bed, he had no recollection of meeting the woman or anyone else for that matter. He had no way of knowing at the time she was stalking him for quite awhile or that he was her tenth victim.

When she returned from wherever she was in the big house, she was carrying a huge black strap with duct tape wrapped around the handle. Just the sight of it made his heart pound with fear…and his maleness grow with arousal. Something he didn’t quite expect, but whatever worked to gain something in his favor. Sympathy? A good fucking? Maybe. But now he just felt his blood run cold and he would have trembled had he not been bound and gagged like the slave boy he turned out to be.
“I’m going to undo your cuffs so I can turn you over, but I’m warning you again, if you try to fight me or scream, or try to resist in any way, I will not only beat you but I will cause permanent damage to you and your ego, understood?” she warned.
He just nodded slightly, feeling euphoric for a split second while she leaned over him to undo his bonds and to give him a clear view of her generous cleavage which spilled out from her tight black dress, and to inhale the fresh, clean scent of her skin from her rose petal bath she took recently. She then abruptly climbed on top of him putting one strong knee on his sternum to make sure he wasn’t going to get up and get one over on her.

“Stay put, or else!” she growled softly in his ear, while causing additional arousal from his member.
She had him uncuffed for a second while she gently turned him over on his stomach, but this time restraining his hands with nylon stocking above his head. He lay there feeling discomfort while he strained his pelvis to the mattress. For a delirious second he felt mischievous and had the urge to grind himself against the bed, but it was short lived.
“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?!” she roared as she snatched her strap from her bag of goodies, and brought it down sharply against his backside. The pain seared right through him and his body grew limp with the shock and force of the beating that was taking place. “TAKE IT ALL, YOU FUCKING WIMP, YOU WORTHLESS BASTARD!” she screamed at him.

Shocked into submission all he could do was just lay there and feel aroused as she brought down the strap against his back again, feeling the sting of her whip only made his cock harder and he grit his teeth against the gag in his mouth. At that moment his back was on fire with the pain searing though him, but for a split second he felt good until the third lash against him was harder than the first two.
“That’s it, take it…take the sting of my whip Slaveboy,” she breathed heavily as she continued the beating that further humiliated him. “Yes, I know you want it, you want me to abuse you, don’t you?” she asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer since he was still gagged.
All he could do was just lay on his stomach taking her physical and verbal abuse all the while feeling his dick get harder with each bite of the strap. He let out a moan as she abruptly stopped whipping him, to inspect her damage inflicted on this helpless being of a man. There was several welts developing on his back and his ass cheeks , some were bleeding quite profusely.

She decided that enough was enough for one afternoon and she again left the room for a few moments to decide on her next course of action, while he stayed in that position like a frightened boy.At that moment he heard the sink in the bathroom running and wondered for a moment what she could possibly be up to. Disturbing yet titillating thoughts ran through his mind as he continued to lay there like an abused rag doll. He felt something warm and wet running down the sides of his back and tried to strain his head to see what it was. Blood. Warm and sticky it felt dripping from him onto the bed sheet, he tried not to move as to keep himself from bleeding all over her bed and cause himself another ferocious beating.
The woman returned to the bedroom standing for a minute in the doorway and watched her victim writhe in pain, a demonic smile spread across her face as she witnessed the humiliation and suffering her victim must have been feeling. Not that it mattered, she thought as she felt her own sex moistening at the thought of having complete control over him. She held a damp washcloth in one hand while her free hand wandered over her voluptuous breasts where her nipples stiffened with delight. Then her hand drifted down to the warmth between her long shapely legs, but then suddenly stopped herself cold. That can wait, she decided. Right now I have more important matters to be concerned with.

Full of purpose she marched over to her victim lying prone on her bed, his back beaten bloody and black and blue, and for maybe a nanosecond she felt a flicker of regret. Maybe he didn’t deserve this, after all this wasn’t her last slave who tried to hurt her in the past. This was a totally different person. But again, she shook that thought away as well as the thoughts of regret, time enough to feel sympathy for this man who she ruthlessly punished and for good reason in her twisted mind.
She almost lovingly applied the washcloth softly against his inflamed back, causing him to jump in surprise and in pain. He couldn’t yell out due to the rag in his mouth, but she gently turned him on one side so she can remove it from his mouth.
“Are you going to behave yourself, Slave?” she asked with a glint of menace in her cold, green eyes as she pressed the cloth against the bruised and bloody backside which received most of the abuse.
“Yes, I will…I promise,” he whimpered softly trying not to fan the flames of her anger, and her ready hand.
“Good…maybe now you will learn something,” she said almost as an afterthought, keeping her eyes from meeting his. One thing she learned in the past was not to make a lot of eye contact with her victims, otherwise she’d feel sorry for all of them and they’d still be psychologically healthy.

But for now he felt the cool, moist cloth pressed firmly against his back soaking up the blood that seemed to flow freely from him, unable to help himself he let out a soft groan of pleasure/pain while she continued to nurse his wounds with what he thought was care. She then decided to carry out her original plan of action and again keeping his hands and wrists bound, turned him over again onto his bruised back and again keeping her right knee on his chest to keep him from running. Not that he would in the state he was currently in. Firmly tying his wrists to the bedpost once again she sat on his stomach straddling him and leaning forward to whisper in his ear.

“You liked that didn’t you, my captive, you liked feeling the sting of my whip?” she softly said while gently blowing on his ear lobe, feeling the urge to kiss him.
He rolled his eyes upward and moaned thinking if he wasn’t tied up he would wrap his arms around her and pull her down completely onto his thick shaft which had begun to grow harder with each chill her warm breath breezed over his earlobe. “I want you to sit on my face!” he then blurted out risking her anger and wrath. At this point he didn’t care what more she did to him, she can stick a butt plug up his ass and he’d gladly take it if only she would let him taste her sweet nectar from her warm pussy. For a second she wondered what that would feel like, to have his sensuous mouth pressed up against her warm and moist sex. She’s never had a willing victim before and this may turn out to be more fun after all….

Keeping him tied to the bed with her nylons, she sat up and tilted her slave’s head back gently with her hand. She maneuvered herself so she could lean forward pulling her dress up and lowered herself onto his hungry mouth. “Ohhhhhhhh!” she blurted out feeling his full lips kiss her smooth wetness. She felt electric jolts of pleasure shoot through her body as her slave eagerly kissed, licked and sucked her to oblivion. This was better than any other, she thought. Oh this is feeling so good, she jerked slightly and trembled as her orgasm hit her in waves as she continued to push herself into her slave’s face, all the while he was moaning. She couldn’t tell if was from pleasure of what he wanted to do to her, or maybe his whipping , or if it was his wrists straining to get free. She wondered if he would try anything if she untied him. For the time being he’s fine, she thought as she eased herself off his hot mouth, her sex throbbing.

He lay there with her juices smeared on his face and mouth feeling so turned on it was getting nearly impossible not to reach down and stroke himself, had it not been for his bond securing him tightly. At this time his captor seemed to read his mind, for she reached back while still straddling him and ran her long black polished fingernail up and down his erection which had to be at least eight inches in length and maybe 2 inches in width.

Keeping herself steady on his rock hard body she continued to tease him relentlessly running her nails slowly back and forth, up and down almost absentmindedly, making him moan and strain against the nylons holding his wrists bound tightly to the bedpost. She felt herself getting wetter and her clitoris getting engorged from the friction of rubbing herself against his smooth, warm skin. Unable to control herself at this point, she wrapped her hand around the full length of his cock and pulled several times listening to his moans and whimpers of pleasure/pain.
He didn’t know how long it would last, this exhilarating feeling rushing through his body, all he knew was this woman was having her way with him and felt so good. He felt his dick getting even harder and his balls were heavy with cum wanting so bad to be released, but he knew he had a long way to go until his Mistress allowed such a thing.

She continued to stroke him, her mind working on what else she had in store for this particular slave, after all she wanted to keep him around for awhile since he was behaving himself for the most part. Abruptly she stopped, enjoying the look of bliss and confusion written all over his face. He tried to make eye contact with his Mistress, questioning as to why she decided to stop pleasuring him. That was for her to know and him to find out.
“Time to inspect the damage I inflicted on you” she said cheerfully as if she was attending a party or some social function. She eased herself off of him and checked the nylon she had tied his wrists with earlier, good…they were still knotted tightly to prevent any kind of escape…not that her slave was in any rush to do so now.

The woman left the room and again he heard the water running only this time it was the bathtub. He wondered what could she be possibly be planning now, but stayed in his makeshift prison cell while she ran the tub.
She came back inside the room and saw that he did behave himself while she was gone so she decided to reward him in a small way by giving him a soothing bath. Her slave was still lying on the bed tied up like a good boy curious as to what was going on.
“Since you’ve been a good little slave, I decided to give you a reward for your suffering,” she said with a sexy smile which held a hint of evil. “I’m going to untie you from the bed but your hands will still be bound, so no running!” she added. As if I would, he felt like saying, but kept his mouth shut since he remembered how hard she slapped his face the first time he spoke out of turn.