A gag was in his mouth, rubbery and tight. He could taste the rubber.
She had put a blindfold over his eyes, a cloth that he could see nothing through. She had led him on all fours, nude, to a spot in the room. Clasps went over his ankles, cold, and two more, soft and padded, at his knees. A bar bolted to the ground kept him from closing his legs, or opening them wider, and kept him still. She had gently put his hands through padded cuffs and raised them above his head, attaching a rope to the ceiling. He had went to straighten, to sit back on his legs, but she had held him in place.
A moment later, a bar was placed on his back, keeping him in a dog-like position, his hands keeping him from dropping and the bar keeping him from rising. He was immobile, halted.
She had laughed, a tinkling chuckled, and nibbled his ear, then. She had given him medicine, as she had done for a while now, that kept his penis erect and hard for hours, but the nibble had sent even more blood to it. With a nip, she walked away, and come back a moment later. “I think we’ll try something less involved, tonight.”