You blink as the halogen lamp switches on, flooding one half of the room in bright, white light. You see the king-size bed, its red satin sheets shimmering. A thrill runs through you as you notice the handcuffs attached to each bedpost, and the blindfold on the pillow.

-         Climb on the bed. Get on all fours.

You look towards where I sit, but cannot see me, as my side of the room is in darkness. The only intermittent signs of my presence are a lighted cigarette and the clinking of ice-cubes in my whisky glass. It’s hot in here, and you imagine how good the ice-cube would feel against your skin. You’re wearing a black latex bra, which pushes your breasts together, creating a deep cleavage, and a matching black thong which perfectly separates the cheeks of your full ass. You position yourself on the bed, facing away from me, your thighs open. You feel the slightest breeze tickling your skin – a window is open to allow the night air to enter.

-         Open your legs wider.

You know I am not a man to be crossed, and comply immediately. You thrust your ass in the air and arch your back, giving me a perfect view of the curves of your body. You wiggle your behind slowly.

-         Now cuff your legs to the posts.

You put an ankle through each cuff at the bottom corners of the bed, and fasten shut the catch. Your legs are now forced wide apart, and you lie face down on the satin sheets, spread-eagled.

-         Tie your left-hand to the post, then put on the blindfold.

You obey my order, leaving you blind and with only your right hand free. You wait for further instructions, shivering with anticipation. Goosebumps appear on the inside of your thighs, as the breeze from the window becomes more pronounced. You hear my glass clinking as I rise from my armchair and walk towards you. I’m standing directly behind you, at the bottom of the bed.

-         Keep your face buried in the pillow.

Suddenly I grab your wrist, and force it into the manacle, snapping the cuffs shut. You are now completely at my mercy, your limbs spread wide apart. I’m standing at the bottom of the bed again, admiring the view proposed by your open legs and upturned ass. Then you hear the glass clinking as I walk back to my armchair, the leather creaking as I sit back down. A minute passes without a sound.

-         You are going to be fucked. I’m going to spend the next hour fucking you as hard as I like, as often as I like, and in whichever of your orifices I like. There is nothing you can do to influence what I do to your body.

You squirm on the sheets, trying to create friction against your pussy, desperate to relieve the throbbing between your thighs. The floorboards creak as I walk across the room, then the mattress sags suddenly as I sit on the corner of the bed. You hear me inhaling the cigarette, then stubbing it out under my boot.

-         Get ready.

I slap your cheek, hard, with my open palm. You smart with the pain, but thrill at the contact of flesh on flesh. You feel my two hands on your ass, kneading the flesh, pressing firmly on