She was laying nude on the metal table he had prepared for her. It was in a cold dim room in a rundown factory in an abandoned old industrial district. The coldness mixed with her nerves and anticipation causing her whole body to tremble. Her wrists and ankles were tied to the legs of the table. Her arms and legs spread wide leaving her exposed and vulnerable. Tape had been placed over her mouth preventing all sounds from her except for a faint muffle and limiting her breathing to only her nose. Her breathing was short, quick and filled with panicked. Her eyes darted around the room trying to understand her new surroundings. Overhead buzzed a bright light. To her left was a closed door and on her right was various machines, toys and tools meant to inflict either pain and pleasure.
As she studied the different implements she heard the door creek open and a set of footsteps walking toward her, as the door slammed shut. She wanted to know more about her capture, but she couldn’t yet face him, instead she closed her eyes with terror, but her mind and body still craved being dominated. For years she dreamed of being used and abused, but faced with the reality of her situation, she worried she couldn’t actually handle it.