I stand before you fully exposed. My clothes removed from me before you entered the room. I don’t know where I am or why I am here. I cannot even remember how I got to this point. But here I stand, waiting for what is to become of me next.

The room is cold and there is no light entering the room except for the light that is separating us, and its pointing only at me. I can’t see you because I’m blinded by the same light that has revealed me to you. I know your there though because I can feel your eyes upon my body, studying me, critiquing my flaws, judging whether I’m good enough. How you feel about what you see is unclear and your motives for having me in this state has yet to be revealed. The hairs on my arms stand up on end and I’m not sure if its because I’m cold or because my body is on alert. But I stand as tall as I can and allow you to see me for what I am. I don’t try to hide anything.

The silence is deafening. I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, and my breathe escaping my lungs, but you are silent in your appraisal of me. The moments pass and I shiver. Then I hear something. I hear a clack, clack, clack upon the floor and I sense you are moving but you don’t reveal yourself to me yet. I dare not move my head to see you as I now feel your presence behind me.

Before you I stand, a grown man in his 40’s, my skinny but toned body of all but 175 pounds is doing little to protect me from the cold. My white skin reflecting the light, my brown hair short and well manicured from head to toe, and a beard that is a little more than a few days stubble. My hands are strong and look rough from all the work that they have accomplished, my legs and ass are tight like a runners, but not overly muscular. My scar on my stomach reveals that I have experienced true pain in life. My hazel eyes glint with flecks of green, and if looked at closely reveal my soul. My lips are thin and pulled tight as I bite my lower lip out of habit. My manhood, slightly engorged but not yet at attention, is modest in size, but threatens to come to life if provoked in the right way.

Moments later the sound on the floor stops as I realize you are now standing in the same place your started. My legs shake under my weight, but I try not to let it show. I fear showing any sign of weakness to you. I take a deep breathe in as I try to work up the courage to do something, anything, but I remain frozen in my current state.

After what seemed to be an eternity, you step forward slowly until you stand between me and the light. The light is strong at your back, and your hourglass figure casts a shadow over me. Your curvaceous form seems to bend the light in all the right places, yet I still cannot see you. My eyes try to focus upon you, but my vision is obscured from staring into the light. I squint to try and see better as you slowly take form in front of me.

Your standing tall in black boots with a large stiletto heel. Your legs covered in fishnets that add a texture of intrigue as they go on for days only to stop at a pair of hips that create a rhythm as you sway and move. They create a beat that is mesmerizing to all who see. What looks to be a black thong just covers what is needed. Your narrow waste is pulled in tighter with the help of a black leather corset that pulls your voluptuous breasts together in perfect harmony. Your arms wrapped in black lace gloves that go above the elbow, your hand clasped tightly around a black leather whip with many braided strands. Your neck is long and slender and begs to be bitten. Your dark hair is pulled back into one tight ponytail.

As my vision improves I see your skin is tantalizingly pale compared to the black that you wear. Behind a masquerade mask of red velvet, your eyes are mysterious and inviting, putting me in a trance like state. Your lips are full and vividly as red as your mask and even though you aren’t smiling, your lips give away that your pleased with the moment.

You walk toward me, still measuring my worth with your eyes. I can see you looking at me up and down catching my every flaw. Now that I have seen your beauty, I feel greatly inferior to you in every way. Even though my cock has given away how seductive you are to me, I fear what is to become of me.

You move your way within inches off me. Your so close that I am able to take in your scent, an intoxicating blend of vanilla and leather. Reaching out with your whip, you tease my shoulders as you let the leather strips flow across my skin. I close my eyes as it leaves a trail of goose bumps in its wake. With out warning the whip leaves my should followed by a stinging pain as the whip cracks against my back. I bite my tongue trying to not make a sound as I feel tears come to my eyes. I breathe in deeply as I take in the pain.

As I catch my breathe I lose where you are until I feel the whip finding it’s mark against hard against my ass. My hand instinctively goes to cover my backside for another blow, but the whip gently reappears on my other shoulder as you circle around. My skin tingles and burns, but I can’t help but appreciate the sight of you.

The fingers of your gloved hand feel my chest as they make there way across, leaving my nipples hard as they get passed over. But this if followed by another blow of the whip against my chest, leaving red welts in its place. My head gets light as the mix of pleasure and pain overwhelm my senses.

Who are you? Under your mask, I’m unable to discern if I know you or not. Why would I be brought here and presented to you in this way? Answers are far from being answered as you start to walk away. Your ass, in that thong, swings from side to side making me forget about the pain. You walk slowly out of sight and I finally get to hear your voice as you say only three words, “he will do,” but to whom its said too I’m not sure for I thought we were alone.

Suddenly the light goes out again and I am bathed into the pitch black of the room again, only to be taken a hold of by multiple sets of hands and a bag is placed over my head. I try not to fight as I am being manhandled, but comply with the silent directions that are given.