She woke up bound. Vague memories of the night before slushed around her brain. The bar, a man, some great fucking sex. She definitely didn’t let him tie her up, though. That shit was reserved for, like, the tenth date. The walls in front of her were solid concrete, gray and stained. The floor was the same. She could feel the circulation of air, almost infuriating pleasant, on her cunt. Legs wrenched apart by rope, knees aching from kneeling on the hard floor, her back arched as he arms were bent, hands pulled up bound behind her. Her heartbeat thumped hard i chest, leaving a lump in her throat,
“Help! Somebody!”
Footsteps. Heavy and measured. Her head was yanked back, his hand grasping her hair solidly. Their eyes meet, but she had recognized him instantly.
“Good morning, pet,” he tapped her cheek, smirking.
“Ted, she remembered. The man from the night before. “What the fuck. W-why, Ted. We, I thought we had a good time. ”
“You don’t call me Ted anymore. I’ll let this one go, but from now on you can stick to sir. Sir or…. Master. ” He smiled. “I like that one. Master. ”