Torrents of rain beat against an inaccessible windowpane while you attempt to put your jumbled thoughts in order. It feels like you have been napping for a long, long time. You wear only chains and a blistering, new tattoo which reads "Slave 102". Try as you might you just can't seem to fill the void of memory which occurs between the present moment and your recollection of meeting an especially beguiling, blonde stranger at your local bar. Suddenly the woman once again materializes in front of you, as if she had just stepped through a haze. You smell her aroma when she leans close to your ...

Torrents of rain beat against an inaccessible windowpane while you attempt to put your jumbled thoughts in order. It feels like you have been napping for a long, long time. You wear only chains and a blistering, new tattoo which reads "Slave 102". Try as you might you just can't seem to fill the void of memory which occurs between the present moment and your recollection of meeting an especially beguiling, blonde stranger at your local bar. Suddenly the woman once again materializes in front of you, as if she had just stepped through a haze. You smell her aroma when she leans close to your naked, shivering, shackled body. "Look at these luscious lips." she says with a wicked smile. "They are instruments of sexual punishment." You are transfixed. She assures you that none of your predecessors have ever re-entered society and that only a few of them have demonstrated enough stamina to join her elite stable of permanent slaves. This mixed message - which more than hints at the untimely demise of nearly 100 men - terrifies you, much to your new Mistress' delight. She orders you to tighten your own cock ring a notch. Your erotic odyssey of torment has only just begun..