Imagine a light.
A light in the darkness. There is a bench, one meter by
one meter.
In the light.
The bench smells slightly of leather from its newly laid
covering. On
the bench is a girl.
She is naked.
She has a leather blindfold on.
The only noise is the soft chink of metal and the groan
of leather as
she tries her restraints. She finds she cannot move. Her
arms are chained to the wide belt encircling her waist.
On the belt are rings. It is to these rings that her
black leather
wrist restraints are attached.
Her thighs have restraints on them, and the restraints
are chained to
the side of the bench. She kneels up sitting on her
heels. Her thighs are parted so she can not close them.
Her sex is clearly visible.
There is a man. He stands on the edge of the light. He
is dressed in
black.
Slowly he walks counter-clockwise. His black leather
boots make a small
noise with each step.
The girl's senses compensate for her enforced blindness.
She follows
his steps.
He steps closer. He is wearing a strong aftershave, and
the girl marks
it well. He continues his circling. The girl's senses
compensate for her
enforced blindness. She follows his steps.
Her head turns as he makes his way around her.
He stops silently, leans across, and softly strokes the
thigh
furthermost from him. The shock of the unexpected
contact makes her cry out. She
turns her head frantically, listening for the sounds of
a second person.
He remains immobile.
He then continues his circuit, always counter-clockwise,
the boots
making a slight noise with each step.
He moves slightly further into the darkness on his
circuit, but the
girl is unable to detect this small deviation.
 In his hand is a cube of ice. He stop in front of the
girl. The girl knows she is being examined.
Her tension grows.
She shifts in her position. He waits. Her attention
turns momentarily
to her knees.
He strikes.
He places the ice on her nipple. She cries out in fear.
She thinks the
sudden overwhelming sensation feels as if she has been
burnt.
He runs the ice cube under her breast, down her belly.
He removes the
ice.
Her senses correctly interpret the sensation as heat.
Tension gnaws her
belly, and she realises how defenceless she is. How
totally powerless
she is. How she is at his whim.
Slowly he begins his circling again, allowing his boots
to make a
slight noise. He smiles, observing her endeavouring,
straining to make some
sense of her captivity.
 He stops and remains motionless.
She feels the tension build in her. She knows he is
behind her. She can
feel him behind her.
Uneasiness builds in the pit of her stomach. He blows a
cool breath on
her neck. The slight perspiration upon her body makes
his breath feel as if
the most delicious taste has been transmuted to her
skin. Then quickly he
breathes warm breath into her ear.
A shudder starts low in her body and quickly spreads
upwards through
her until it reaches her face, whereupon she emits a low
groan. The musky
smell of her wantonness reaches his nostrils. He grabs
the hair at the base
of her skull and pulls her body back.
Her back arches beneath his power. She is trapped by
being bound to the
podium and by the force he exerts on her. Her face feels
the pain of
her constriction, but then he reaches for her nipple and
manipulates it.
Her face becomes sublime as all pain becomes pleasure.
 He releases her.
Her shoulders slump and drop as his touch, his will
leaves her. He walks in
front of her, then he reaches behind her and slaps her
bottom.
She sits bolt upright. Her mouth opens slightly and he
places the
knuckle of his bent index finger in her mouth.
Desperately she sucks at his finger. She tries to fill
herself with his will, to reconnect with his essence.
He allows her to suckle until she calms.
He picks up the black leather handle of the leash and
unhurriedly and
deliberately draws it away from her body. The chain
rises from her
thigh, up her belly, from between her breasts and
finally to the black leather
collar.
He pulls slowly on the leash, and her body has to strain
to retain its
balance. He pulls and pulls; her body attempts to resist
the force and
not topple off the podium. When she is fighting the pull
with all her
might, he gives a jerk to the leash, and she falls
forward.
The thigh restraints which had formerly held her
securely in place now
act only as pivot points.
He withdraws his finger, and a look of pain passes her
countenance,
then peace as her surrender becomes total and she waits
to be used as he
sees fit. Without his will she is an empty vessel.
Then slowly, very slowly his hand moves up her thigh,
not actually
touching the skin but just above it, so the heat from
his hand can be felt but
not the actual touch.
Slowly and patiently his hand advances up her thigh.
When his hand
reaches mid-thigh she can stand it no longer, and her
hips lunge forward to
engulf his hand.
The leather and chains that restrain her thighs groan,
and realising
her failure, she too groans--a deep throated animal
groan of frustration as
her reason leaves her and she is reduced to her primeval
self.
He smiles at her attempt and the look of desolation on
her face.
His hand approaches the top of her thigh. Her pelvis
lunges forward in
a series of rapid movements, the chains that restrain
her snapping and
relaxing in a rapid tattoo.
He removes his hand and plays with both of her nipples.
Her straining
now converges into an upward push as she tries to wrap
herself around him.
He steps back and observes on the lip of her sex one
small drop of her
lust,
then another and another, until they gather and form one
large drop.
This drop falls to the leather beneath her and a
glistening, shining
patch gathers beneath her.
The world recedes from her and she fills the world. She
flies through
sub-space, totally filling it and being filled by it.
Every noise
becomes a diamond, every touch a wave.
Her body ceases to exist.
He smiles upon her, knowing he has taken her. He plays
upon her senses
as a master soloist plays a violin.
She responds under his control as he composes a concerto
of sensation
upon the fabric of her mind. Slowly he lets her return
to this world. Her
eyes clear. He holds out his hand for her to kiss in
submission.
No words need be spoken for both he and she know, he now
owns her, mind
body and soul.
He picks up her leash and gently pulls on it for her to
dismount. She
slips off the bench, stretching her limbs. He pulls once
on her leash and she
follows. As he is dressed in black, the darkness quickly
swallows him.
The leash chain can be seen for a moment, reflecting in
the dark.
Then she, being naked and pale, disappears more slowly.
Her back, a thigh, a calf, then finally the sole of her
foot, appear then disappear.