My Father's Girlfriend

Yes

I couldn't feel anything but my waist, my hands were close together tightly and my wrist was killing me, there was something holding my ankles apart and my arms were above my head. Speaking of head, mines was throbbing. I felt like a fucking tornado just came in and dropped a house on me, I was scared shitless and for some reason I wish Sana was here. I know I always hated her and she made me so upset I wanted to through her off a fucking roof, I always felt safe and comfortable around her. She protected me no matter what and I always knew deep down she cared about me.

There was a time where I did feel safe at all times. There was a time where I felt like I could do anything and not get hurt. And that was when my mother was around. She was always there for me. When I cried at night she always had a free shoulder or most of the time a punching bag. Every time we would walk to the store she was right by my side holding my hand as if I was going to fade away from her at any point. But she was the one who faded away from me. Because of some idiot drunk driver who couldn't keep his eyes in front of him. And then he still had the nerve to keep driving and ever since that day I have vowed to myself and my mother to keep going forward, no matter what. I will never shed a tear for another person and I will not start, not even for myself.

I was interrupted of my thoughts by a little sting on my leg. I didn't really feel it because again, I couldn't feel anything below my waist. But it was there and Then it came again, and again, and again. On the fifth hit I jumped, there in that one little thin spot there was a burn that came along and it stung. The hit came again in the exact same spot and I almost felt a tear come down my face. I let out a low groan, my throat was sore and that was all I could muster up to plead to the person to stop. My eyes never opened because of the dim light that sat beside me but I could feel a pair of eyes on me.

A hand came across the spot that burned like hell and I jerked away from it. "Wake up sleeping beauty," I stopped moving. That voice. Who the hell is that. I know that voice but who is it. My brain was still foggy and I couldn't think. Why can't I think straight. Because you just got gassed masked idiot. "Open your eyes princess. I love looking into your eyes." Then it hit me. This bitch. This fucking bitch. Who the hell does she think she is?!

I tried to seem dramatic and quickly open my eyes but they immediately shut. But that wasn't before I got a glimpse of myself. I was naked. Like completely naked, from head to toe. I didn't even have socks on and that was killing me because my feet are freezing.
I slowly opened my eyes. But I wished I didn't.

I felt like my eyelids disappeared, my eyes were completely opened, I was in shock. I turned my head to scope out the area I was in.

It was a big room that I have no doubt was sound proof, there were all types of things hanging off the wall that looked scary as hell. I could identify a few of the items. Such as whips, chains, dildos, vibraters, butt plugs, nipple clamps and a whole bunch of other shit. There was a chair that looked like one of those chairs that queens/kings would sit in, in the middle of the room. I was laying on an enormous bed that was covered in red and black. Although she might-well she is crazy, I will give it to her. She has a great taste in style.

"You like it? I've been working on it for the past few years just for you." I turned my attention back to the sadist bitch that was hovering over me. My gaze landed straight at her body. She only had on a thong and a black see-through robe. Her nipples were out and perky and looked so tasteable right now. Wait a minute. She just fucking kidnapped me and I'm thinking about fucking her? Nice one, idiot.

Apparently my stare was a little too long and a small grin appeared on her face. "I was talking about the place, not me. But I absolutely love it when you stare at me like that." I don't even know what to do at this point, my head was foggy and for some reason I just noticed that there was nothing stopping me from talking, other than my sore throat. Somehow I managed to get out the words, 'you bitch' but I regretted it as soon as I felt that sting come back to my leg. I seriously do not understand how this woman has such great aim. "You will not talk to me that way," she said through her teeth. "You may call me ma'am or mistress,"
My mind went blank.