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On a cold, we, miserable night...

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She filled a metal bowl with stew and placed it on the floor in front of him. He watched her but did not move.

“You are hungry. Eat.”

“Spoon?”

To answer his query, she slapped his face once more and left the kitchen. He turned to watch her go and when he decided that the stew smelled far too tasty to allow it to go to waste, he knelt on the floor and tried to pick the bowl up. His hands were spread too far apart for him to be able to get a good grip and the bowl was rather heavy for one hand, so he put his face down and lapped from the bowl. When he had finished, he sat up on his haunches and looked around. With some difficulty, he stood and went over to the sink, took a glass from a cupboard and got himself a drink of water. He rinsed the glass and put it on the draining board. Then he decided to explore his surroundings.

The room off the kitchen was an ordinary dining room, but there was no one there. He did not know what he would do if he found anyone else in the house, but he could cross that bridge when he came to it. The room next to the dining room was a living room furnished with white leather sofas and ornate bookcases, filled with books.

There was another door opposite the living room, but it was locked and so he made his way up the stairs.

The first door was a bathroom. The tiled floor was warm to his feet and he decided to make use of the toilet whilst he was there. Again, he had great difficulty washing his hands, but managed. The next room was a bedroom, with a double bed and soft lamps lit at either side. The far wall was just one large wardrobe, and there was a dressing table with a mirror, but no one was there either.

The next door that he came to was ajar and he pushed it open tentatively. The light was just a glow on the deep red walls and flickering candlelight reflected from chains and mirrors. A familiar voice encouraged him to enter and against his better judgement, he did so.

His feet met with a wooden floor and his eyes opened wide in surprise at the décor and furniture in the room. The door closed behind him and he saw that his captor had made full use of the time that he had taken to eat. She was dressed completely in black.

Her eyes shone with an evil glow in the candlelight. Her black silk blouse was open to the waist and he glimpsed the curve of her breasts. He gulped involuntarily as his eyes travelled down from her cleavage to her leather skirt that was slit to the thigh allowing her boots to be seen as she walked around him. The long red fingernails of one hand tapped distractedly on the handle of the paddle that she held in the other.

“Now, you are going to help me to alleviate my bad mood. In return, I shall help you.”

“I don’t need any help,” he said, rather disrespectfully.

She cracked the tops of his leg with the paddle, just under his buttock. The noise rather than pain made him flinch.

“You will remember to refer to me as My Lady. You will appreciate the fact that you are bound, and believe me, you certainly will help me. Ultimately, you will discover that you indeed do need help in some way, and that I am assuaging your need.”

He stood still as she took a knife from a shelf and didn’t flinch even as she showed the blade to him. She did not explain her intent, but cut his underwear from him and dropped the shredded garment at his feet.

When she had put the knife back, she faced him, looking up into his eyes. He could not hold her gaze and she smiled again. Her hand gently took hold of his testicles and squeezed with ever increasing pressure until he made his discomfort obvious. His arousal was also becoming obvious, not only because his penis was beginning to grow, but also his breathing had become harsher and his face had begun to redden.