"Why"? I ask myself, "why am I here, why me"? My voice cuts through the blanket of silence. I receive no answer, my mind appears to have become cloaked in the darkness of my surroundings. I am suddenly aware that my concept of time as been lost when I'm unable to answer my next question, "how long have I been here for"? All I can do is wait for my captor's return. My anxiety grow with every passing minute feeling like a hour. "Why can't they just get on and do what their going to"? I silently scream. It perfectly clear what their doing, Spicing up the game adding to my degradation by keeping me waiting with no knowledge of when or even if there are going to return. I study the situation there's no way I'd be able to escape from these chains that hold me suspended between floor and ceiling, pulling my wrists and ankles in opposite directions. Cold shivers run through my body with the sudden thought perhaps they wouldn't return, what could I do then? Nobody knows where I am. I am saved from these thoughts by the sound of a door opening. I take a breath of relief thank god they have returned.

A strange smell invades my darkness, it's a mixture of cheap perfume, leather and body odour. My imagination instantly paints me a picture, In my minds eye I visualize my captor has some medieval female torturer clad top to toe in black leather. Uncontrollable my body responses to this image. The room turns from freezing cold to stifling hot, sexual energy fills the air, blood rushes though my exposed genitals has I try in vain to control my threatening erection. All semblance of control is lost with the swish of air that glances passed my naked buttocks followed closely by the unmistakable crack of a whip. My manhood takes on a will of it's own standing to attention. My tormentor knowing exactly the effect they're having increase my torment expertly using the whip to bring me to bursting point, first the whip would caress then blissfully sting with each quick licks and flicks. I finely can hold back no more when my tormentor barks " This is what naughty boys deserve". My embarrassment is complete as my seed is released. " See you next week Harex" Madame says has she leads me to my car. Harex not my real name I can see the headlines if I used my true identity, David Blunkett in kinky sex scandal.