The blindfold hid her surroundings from her but it felt to her like a basement or some old warehouse far past its usefulness. Given the last few places he had taken her she suspected the latter, she just hoped it wasn’t crawling with rats. She hated rats and cockroaches with a passion and he knew it. That was a rule that was never to be broken. Her hands were bound above her head hooked onto what she assumed was some sort of meat hook holding her up on her knees. She could feel broken glass all around her so she didn’t dare get to her feet. Their games had led to an ER visit for a tetanus shot in the past and she really didn’t appreciate the experience much. She had no choice but to hold as still as possible waiting for him though she suspected he was nearby watching for her to stir, her fear was part of the game.
Her head suddenly jerked back as he pulled her hair then his lips were at her ear, “You know, I think I’m tired of playing with you. You’ve been a worthwhile slave but I think it’s time to trade you in on something with that fresh meat smell.”
No one outside of this world would ever understand the dom/sub relationship, she thought. It required more trust than most are capable of giving. Sure their sexcapades involved the time tested pain and pleasure but it was never more than an elaborate role playing game. She didn’t fear him but she needed to act her part. He’d comfort her after, he always did.
“Whatever master thinks is best.” She replied.
He leaned in close, his lips tickling her ear whispering, “Good girl. Master knows best. Open your mouth.”
She smiled looking forward to the tonight’s game opening her mouth wide as she was told. She could taste the metal on her tongue feeling a barb slightly piercing her lip. She loved the taste of metal and he knew it. Joy welled up in her as he placed his boot on the back of her head and pulled. Fear greeted her as her light went out, a slave no more.