Finally, a second bottle drains and fingers tweak my n*****s in a reward for my obedience. It feels good, the sensuous input. Of that, I want more. I shall not have it.
Whoever offers such refreshment wordlessly steps away. I return to nothingness.
***
I stir. I smell food. I hear activity... more than in the kitchen. There are voices. Greetings are offered and exchanged.
Who?
I fight the urge to move. Unknown, unseen people have entered my loft. Naked, bound, oiled to gleam like an expensive new car... I am very much aware of the lascivious image I present, having for hours stared at my reflection in the large mirror.
My mind clears and garbled murmurs turn to discernible words.
“Quite the toy, Winnie. I’ve seen her flogged at Spankers. A pain puppy.”
A male voice, owner unknown.
