The amalgamation of
Dr. Pepper and Triazolam
left Grim snoring.
Scarlet setting the stage.

This room (her dungeon) he had
never yet witnessed. Or played in... :)
He seemed audacious enough
with his sexual appetite
and preferences...
fun. fun.

He awoke, drowsy
in lingering effects of the sedative.

Strapped down, naked
to what seemed like an
1800's wooden elecrtic chair,
differing only with the
ankle cuffs quite a bit
further apart.

The room was designed. cement.
walls. ceiling. floor.
It was cool under his feet.
Metal hooks decorating the space.
Along waiting the accompaniment
of chains. flesh
ties and screams.

A couple candles were lit
on an antique wooden table
across the way. Other items there as well.
Unidentifiable from his distance away.

As "Nymphetamine" started
in the stereo.

Suddenly blinded by the afternoon sun,
as a door opened.
Apparently this building was not underground
as he had thought.
Windowless.
And as his eyes fought to see
the shadow standing in the doorway,
she (telling by the figure) entered
and slammed that enterance shut.

Was this his Scarlet? he thought.
The events leading to this room
were quite blurry.
His eyes now attempting to
readjust to the dark.
Muffled questioning from under
his gagged mouth.

A tiny chuckle gave his answer.
His eyes focusing.
As she walked over to the table
the sound of her heels were in time
with 'Guilded Cunt.'

Her long mocha-colored hair
was gelled back in a high ponytail.
She wore a leather, cupless corset
adorned with horizontal buckles down the front
and a tied cincher connecting the back.
Only the glint of her lip barbell
for bottoms.
Kneehigh black fishnets
down to her
5 inch patent leather, lacey
stilettos.

With an exageration of her hips,
Scarlet walked over to Grim,
carrying a Tickler connecting Whip.
Straddling him
on the chair, she leans close...
he can smell her jasmine-scented
perfume.

As she nibbles on his earlobe,
she rises. and with hunger in
her tone. She whispers,

"Are you ready to be dominated,
lover?"