“You’re here for your training. Remember last night at the bar? You told me you wanted me to turn you into my little plaything.”
It all comes rushing back to me. I was at the bar with a group of friends. We got shit-faced, and I vaguely remember meeting some guy who told me he liked to tie women up. I’m into kink, so I was interested. If I remember correctly, I even made a wager he couldn’t turn me out before morning. Technically I won the bet because I ended up passing out.
But that doesn’t matter now. You kidnapped me! My aroused daze starts to clear as I alternate between anger and fear. I tilt my head as far forward as I can muster with my hair tied to the back of the chair and stare at the camera defiantly.
“Don’t look at me like that. I couldn’t resist your little challenge,” you say, chuckling. “I wasn’t able to ‘turn you out’ last night, but we have all day to get you there. I’m sure your little friends aren’t even worried about you. They were all just as wasted.”