I opened my eyes and blinked away the inexplicable sleepiness. I looked up and realized I was in a bed. My bed? 

... No, not mine. Wait where was I? Why did I feel so groggy? I looked around. I immediately saw a camera pointing directly at me, red light on. Wait what the fuck? Was someone recording me sleep? I tried to roll over but panic rippled through me when I realized I was tied to the bed! I gasped and tried to pull free but with no luck. It was then I realized I was naked. Well, actually no, I was wearing some very sexy lingerie, but I may as well have been naked. I also could feel something around my neck, was it a collar or something? What the fuck was going on?

“You're awake,” came a silky feminine voice from the corner. 

I gasped and strained to see who it was. Who would tie me up like this? Who was this person? Did she kidnap me? Oh god, what was she going to do to me?

“Wh- what's going on? Who are you? Where am I? What are you doing to me?”

She sauntered over and I immediately realized how tall she was - she may as well have been standing a mile over me. She leaned down, brushing my hair out of my face. Wow... She was.. absolutely stunning. Like seriously, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen. I guess if anyone was gonna kidnap me...

“You're beautiful,” I blurted out, staring at her. Something about her felt... Familiar? She smiled, and I got the feeling she was laughing at me a little. “Who are you?”

“Why, I'm your Mistress, Ava,” she stroked my cheek with her long fingernails. Oh, that's right, I'm Ava. Wait, did she say Mistress?

“Huh?” 

She giggled. Her smile suddenly grew and spread from a normal one to... Well, you ever see that freaky cat from Alice in Wonderland?

“Woah! What's...your face!” Her smile appeared to grow and envelope her entire face, uncanny and warped. She moved her hand toward me and her motions left afterimage trails following her. I felt weird. 

“Did... Did you drug me?” I asked as I watched her long hair billow into clouds in the dim light. Freaky. 

“I didn't drug you,” she gently stroked my nearly naked chest. It felt kind of weird but... not bad. “You drugged you.”

“I... did? Why?” 

She leaned down to me and luckily, her lips turned back to normal before she kissed me. Wait ... Huh? Why was she kissing me? And why... did it feel good? Oh, she must be a lesbian. But that's awkward because...

“Um, ma'am, you're very pretty but I hate to burst your bubble. I'm not, uh, into women.”

She stared at me for a long moment before bursting out in a fit of loud laughter. What was so funny?

“Oh my dear sweet Ava,” she kissed my forehead. Did she not just hear me? “We're going to have so much fun tonight. Tell you what, I'll make you a deal. What if I can make you cum? Would you admit you're not straight?”

The way she looked down at me was almost intoxicating. The cool condescension in her eyes made me feel like a tied up little bug, entirely at her mercy. I pulled at the ropes around my wrists securing me to the bed frame. They were taught, but not painful. 

“If you admit it, I might let you go...” She teased the tender skin of my neck with her long-nailed fingers. When she pulled her hand away, I realized all but the first two on her right hand were long and sharp. They almost looked like claws in the dim golden light of this strange bedroom. 

“Make me cum? Are... Are you going to rape me?” My blood ran cold, the ropes suddenly felt like iron chains against my flesh. 

“Oh, no,” she waved her hand with a smile. “Nothing so sinister. You want this.”

“What- no I don't! Why would I want to be tied up?” 

That made her laugh even harder. She pointed to the ceiling and I noticed a hand written sign. 

“If you really really want me to stop, you can say ‘pineapple.’ But I hope you don't. Don't you want to see what we can do together, babe? Don't you want to know why you're here? Don't you want to see how good I can make you feel?”

She pouted with her amazingly plump red lips, and I couldn't take my eyes off her. I had no idea who this woman was, but I knew I didn't exactly hate the idea of her having her way with me.

 I felt a conflicting sense of safety from her - like I wasn't in any real danger. But at the same time I also sensed a darkness behind her smile that scared me a little. Like she was someone who would hurt me for fun and laugh about it.

I glanced around the room and saw a vanity full of makeup, a duffle bag on the floor, and some very familiar looking sneakers by the door. Had I been here before?

“Now just relax, little goddess. Do everything I say and Mistress will make you feel good...”

I gasped as she stroked a long-nailed finger from my belly button to my chin, making me shiver. I nodded meekly, accepting my position as her prisoner. I didn't exactly have much of a choice. 

“Do you remember the rules, little goddess?” 

“What rules?”

“First, you must always address me as Mistress. Every sentence you say must have the word Mistress. You are my bitch and I am your master. You and your holes belong to me and I'll do what I please to them. Do you understand?”

“I guess,” I said simply. Mistress frowned and slapped me right across the face! “Ugh!”

“What the fuck did I just say, cunt?” She grabbed my cheeks roughly, her nails digging into my skin. 

“Y-yes... Mistress!” I eked out. 

“Good. Second, you are not allowed to touch or kiss me without permission.”

“Y-yes Mistress,” I flinched, but no pain came. 

“Third, you will do what I say, when I say. Any resistance or hesitation will be punished.”

“Punished?” I stared at her. SLAP! another sharp strike made my cheek stung. Okay, I think I understood.

“Last, you are not allowed to cum without my permission. Breaking this rule will be severely painful for you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Mistress...”

“Good,” she raised a hand and I flinched again, but instead of more pain, she ran her hand over my breasts, surprisingly gentle. She slipped into my lacy black bra, and found my nipple. Mistress lightly pinched me, making my skin break out in goosebumps. 

I can't remember ever having a woman touch me like this before... Actually, I didn't really remember anything at all before I woke up tied to this bed. How did I get here?

I didn't have time to wonder before Mistress unhooked my bra. She caressed both of my breasts, sensual and deliberate. My breath caught  in my throat as I felt an unwelcome sense of wetness at my pussy.

“So you say you're straight?” Mistress pouted at me. I couldn't take my eyes off those plump, lush lips. “Then you're not horny for me at all? You don't want me to touch you like this?”

She smirked as she ran her hands across my entire body, sending shockwaves of electric pleasure rippling across my skin. I stifled a gasp when she squeezed both my nipples at once, first gentle then ending in a sharp pinch. I had to resist these feelings. I knew she was just playing tricks on me. I knew I was only into guys! I shook my head no, but the pinkness in my cheeks may have betrayed my mind. 

“Oh, that's too bad. Well I guess you wouldn't want me to touch your pussy then, would you?”

I sucked in a sharp breath. Mistress hovered her two short nailed fingers dangerously close to the straps of my panties. Why did my hips inch closer to her with a mind of their own? I felt a wave of shame and confusion as a growing wetness formed between my legs. I tugged again at the ropes around my wrists, but gained no more mobility. I was stuck fast, helpless and at the mercy of this mysterious woman. 

“If you're straight, little goddess, then you'd be dry as a desert down there, hm?”

“Mm,” a soft moan escaped my lips when she slowly tugged down my panties to my knees. I didn't quite cooperate, but I didn't fight her either. I felt like a specimen under a microscope with the way she leaned down and inspected me, watching my pussy carefully as I squirmed uncomfortably before her. She held my legs apart so I was restrained and laid bare, unable to do anything to conceal myself. 

“Ah...” I moaned again louder this time as she delicately ran her fingertips around my vulva. She flicked her eyes to mine and inserted herself into me. I didn't realize how empty I had felt until she was inside me like this. I didn't realize a piece had been missing until she pulled her fingers out, gone as quickly as they arrived. I felt so empty now, just waiting to be filled by her again.

I let out a heavy breath, trying to grapple with how my body was betraying my mind like this. Mistress spread her fingers, a trail of wet webbing between them. I felt a wash of embarrassment and knew I couldn't hide anything from her. 

“My my, what do we have here?” Mistress grinned wickedly at me. 

“Um, I- I-,” I stammered. Mistress looked coolly down at me, then raised her hand and slapped me right across the tits. I flinched, then recoiled in disgust as I realized she had just wiped her wet fingers off on my bare chest. Mistress let out another laugh, melodic and distorted. 

“We're going to have a fun night, little goddess...”