Master, you lead me, naked, into the basement by my lead, the clinking of the chain attached to my leather collar the only sound in the dimly lit room. You indicate for me to lean over the play-table and attach straps to the leather cuffs on my wrists, binding me to the table..I quiver and look up at you lovingly as you caress my ass, slapping it hard every now and then, making me moan loudly.

I wake in a daze, trying to figure out where the hell I am...All I know is I'm in a van with my head covered, travelling somewhere. I can hear murmuring voices coming from the front seat but as hard as I strain i cannot hear what they are saying. The last thing i remember is walking towards a bar, and then blank.



Suddenly the van stops. The door slides open and I am grabbed and thrown over so