Opening his eyes was all it took to know that he was in trouble. The hood covering his head made it hard to grasp exactly how serious the trouble was, but the warning signs were all in place. There was, of course, the hood itself, coming second to the duct tape over his mouth, and third to the realisation that his body was tightly bound to a chair. All he could do was wait and wonder how the hell he’d gotten into this situation.
Before there was time to come to any sort of conclusion, the sound of high-heels clacking down stairs caught his attention. As the heels got unmistakably closer, his whole body tensed. Was this person his punisher or his saviour?
The owner of the heels stopped right in front of him and they give a small snort of approval. He flinched at the sudden click of a nearby lighter that was quickly followed by a satisfied exhalation and the smell of cigarette smoke.
Without warning, the hood was flung off and he moaned, blinking into the light. He forced himself to squint at a slim woman clad in leather. She was smugly smiling at a table next to the man’s chair, whose eyes widened as they took in the huge assortment of toys that covered every small space.
“Whht'f ghnng hn, whn hm Hm hmrm, whht dh nhh whnt?”
The woman ignored him, too busy looking over the toys, and enjoying the cigarette.
If she wasn’t answering, maybe there were people close by that could hear. Taking that chance, he tried to make as much noise as possible, “hmlp, hmlp mm, hnnhnm” thrashing against the bindings, willing himself into freedom.
A flicker of annoyance crossed the woman’s face and she finally turned to look at him. Leaning down to look him straight in the eyes, she took a long drag on the cigarette then, without hesitation, plunged the burning end onto his chest, scrubbing the cinders into his flesh.
There was a millisecond’s worth of shock before pain wracked through his body, “Mhhhhhhhhhhn!” The duct tape pulled at the skin of his lips, while the ropes dug into his clenched muscles. He balled his hands into fists, trying to concentrate on taking fast, deep breaths through his nose to deal with the agony. Eyes glared up at the woman in accusation.
She arched an eyebrow in response before going back to the toys on the table. Fingers hovered over a collection of gags, settling on one with a large mouth plug, and pump attachment.
The woman ripped the tape off his mouth, giving just enough time for one question, “What are you going to do to me?” before the new gag was shoved into his mouth, and securely fastened.
After touching one finger to her lips with a playful smile, the woman took hold of the pump on the gag and began to repeatedly squeeze it in her palm. As she did so the mouthpiece slowly began to inflate with air until the man’s cheeks bulged and his mouth was open as wide as possible. Now any attempted noise merely came out as pathetic whimpers.
Satisfied, the woman came so close that her lips were right next to his ear, “Now that you’re quiet, I’ll answer your question.” In a smooth and seductive voice, she purred, “I’m going to break you.”