My Jaded Sanity (Bdsm)

Collar Of Tolerance.

After another 10 minuits of being bent, slit and whipped he finally stops. I had fallen asleep instantly after he'd finished, not sure how long for but I wake up to a completely sore and broken body.

I have no idea what time it is; the sun is being forgiving and peeking through the dark maroon curtains.

I have no full recollection of what had happened; bits here and there lingered around in my head. Looking around I see a big chest of black oak drawers; a murky black rug sat on the dark oak floor, overall everything just seemed dark but luxurious. The room itself smelt of rich musk with a hint of cigarettes. where was he? I remember him falling asleep next to me, but not him getting up. He is nowhere to be seen. I don't even know his name.

I try to get up until I look up and see that my hands are handcuffed to the bed. listening to see if I can hear anyone, I jiggle my hand to try and set it free. "Hello... Is anyone there!?" I shout, hoping someone will help me. I'm getting slightly worried now, plus I have to meet Diego for coffee at three, not that it's priority but still.

I can't hear a thing so I decide to scream, "someone fucking help me, please?" " calm the hell down" someone says, I can hear whoever it is clearing their throat. "undo these handcuffs!" "I'm not going to, I'm just babysitting" what the fuck is going in, "Who?" I ask in an irritated tone "You, obviously" he replies sarcastically. "I need to pee" I say hoping he will open the door and let me out " fine" I hear him locking a door in the distance then walking back to me. He unlocks the door and walks toward me; he isn't the guy from last night, but he is very attractive; he has similar hair but a shade lighter; he has bright green eyes which I admire and dressed in jeans and a leather jacket. I just realised I have no clothes on, great "shut up, don't say a word and I won't hurt you" what does that even mean. "I have no clothes on, please could I put something on" the grin on his face grows "no, you do as I say and I say no clothes. Got it" "I want to go home" I say hoping he lets me go "you can't, you have to stay here" he says pulling a key out of his pocket "why" I mumble, "because in an hour Blake will come back and decide what to with you" what on earth is going on.

I steadily stand up, he grasps my hair and puts a puts a collar on me "What the hells this" I say in a bland way. " You'll run away and I'd have to chase you if I opened the door" he looks like he knows exactly what he's doing with the collar, was he one of them?

He attaches a chain to the collar and firmly keeps a grip on it." Go ahead" He instructs, I just automatically do what he tells me. Once we reach the bathroom he stands outside while I try to figure out how to get out, the window is locked I try to open it up with a bobby pin "your not going to get it open, trust me and I'll be telling Blake that you tried escaping" shit, all of a sudden I feel my insides dancing around and I throw up. It's coming back to me, I'm still at the club. "You done yet" he asks impatiently, how insensitive "I'm puking.. up ...my brains... you... idiot" I say between gags. "Don't talk back to me slave" he says blandly.

I want this to be a nightmare that I'm about to wake up from.