I sat in the rough wooden chair, naked and bound hand and foot, barely able to move. All around was darkness, having awoke from a blow to the back of my head, knocking me unconscious. The last I remembered was this strange woman that looked like a biker or someone from a leather fetish party coming to my rescue, saving me from a gang of street thugs for some reason. As the low thunder from the rainstorm sounded around us, I just looked at her, unable to even stammer out a word of thanks. Finally I spoke.



"Why did you do that? I mean, save me? You could've gotten hurt." She cocked her head to one side as she looked at me, with a slight smile crooking one side of her mouth. She didn't answer me, just kept looking me over strangely. So I reached in my wallet and handed out some money to her for rescuing me. But she didn't take the money. Looking down at the cash and then back up to me, her eyebrows furrowed and the smile disappeared into a thin grimace. She just kept staring at me until I felt like some lowlife, which pissed me off.



"Well, if you don't want my money..." I said, turning my back on her to angrily shove the wad of cash back in my wallet.



Then the lights went out.



And now here I was, pulling at my bonds to try and get free. But the rough hemp knots just seemed to get tighter the more I struggled. Gasping, I finally stopped and sat in fearful resignation.



Then I heard boot steps approaching. They got louder and louder until I heard the click of a door being unlocked. A door opened in front and upwards, the light silhouetting the figure of a woman. It was her! I just knew it! I saw her arm raise and then the flip of a light switch blinded me. Blinking quickly, I looked around at my surroundings.



I was in a basement, one that was spartanly furnished with a desk, workbench, and several shelves lining the walls. But there were things hanging from the ceiling as well. I saw chains, ropes, a metal bar with manacles suspended from a single chain, and a winch with a large hook at the end. It suddenly seemed much colder, and I reflexively began to pull at my bonds again.



Then I heard a low chuckle, and she began to descend the stairs, never taking her eyes off of me. And I stopped struggling and did the same to her. She had changed her outfit, and was now dressed all in black leather. I could see low-heeled thigh-high leather boots pulled over pants that were split down the side and laced up to reveal a glimpse of her smooth, tanned legs. She wore a deep neck-lined sleeveless top that disappeared into her pants, which were held up by a wide leather belt.



But it was what was on that belt that grabbed my attention. Hanging from a 'D' ring was a coiled, braided bullwhip. My heart began to race furiously as she calmly descended the stairs, never taking her eyes off me. My mouth opened and closed a few times, trying to say something but unable to force any words out.



She finally reached me, and stood just before me in the chair. Her face was impassive, which frightened me more than anything. Looking down, a smirk formed on her face, and she reached down and took my erection in her gloved hand, gently moving her fingers up and down before giving it a tight squeeze. I gasped, and her eyes cut over to me, her smirk broadening into a wicked sneer.



Releasing my hard-on, she sat down fully across my lap, her face becoming impassive again. Placing her left hand behind my neck and the other taking my jaw firmly, she regarded me with interest for a few moments. Her face was beautiful, though in a slightly predatory way. High cheekbones touched with rouge, clear dark eyes a man could drown in, light tanned skin, and soft ruby red lips completed a loveliness I had missed upon first seeing her. She continued looking my face over interestedly. She shifted her position in my lap a few times, sending her musky scent combined with the leather she wore dizzying through my brain and making my penis throb even more.



I couldn't stand it anymore. With my heart pounding and my breath whistling through my nostrils I began to say, "Wha-what do you..."



Her right hand tightened it's grip on my jaw and face, silencing me. Cocking her head to the right, those luscious lips finally opened.



"We need to talk..."