Door #1

You can't believe this is happening, but you are still panicking quite a bit and you seriously want to get out of the dark. You run towards the first door you see and push the bar to open, stumbling in the dim light of the next room.

You trip, and fall to your hands as you feel luxurious carpet greet you on the ground. The carpet had a beautiful flower smell that you enjoyed and was just so soft. Adjust to the dim room, you see that it lit by candles, and was mostly a dark red colour. To describe the room as simply as possible, it looked like a sultan's bedroom. Luxurious dark red Persian rugs, pillows were creatively laid out across the room, and a huge bed with a thin curtain surrounding the bed. It gave you a feeling of security and you felt your heart rate slow down.

You slowly push yourself up to stand as you feel a large boot step on your head, long stiletto heel digging into your cheek. You panic once again and try to get away from the boot which was causing you so much pain to your face, but your struggling was pointless. Whatever was wearing the boots had the strength of an elephant! You hear a seductive voice above you.

"You are nothing and we are everything. This is Lesson #1. Now, Rebecca, you are going to remain still when I remove my boot here if you don't, you will truly learn fear ****."

You were concerned that she knew your name, but felt your body freeze when she gave her command. The boot came off, and didn't even think you could move if you wanted to, you were simply too afraid. Suddenly the same boot went back and struck you right in the torso, causing your tiny body to tumble back into a pillow. You felt your insides burn at the area of impact, and assume there was internal damage. You weakly lift your head, "But...but I didn't move and..."

As fast as lightning, a hand struck your face, making your jaw sting in an unimaginable pain as you taste blood. However, you were finally able to see the looks of your torturer.

She was a brown skin colour, you would assume an Persian woman. She wore some kind of leather dominatrix clothing, and although your vision was still blurry, you could see that she was wearing very tall heeled boots that went up to her knees, a leather thong with an attached strap-on, a very tight corset that pushed up a simply massive pair of breasts that would look ridiculous on most woman and long leather gloves that went past her elbows. But there were two features that stuck out the most. First was the fact that her height was crazy tall. True you were on the ground, but you knew you had never seen anyone so tall, she was probably... at least as twice as tall as you, 10 feet something. A stature that was impossible, and yet her curves made her look anything but lanky. Second was the crazy long strap-on bobbing from her crotch, it was as thick as your fist, and was bulbous as well. You were not looking forward to what she had in store.

After interrupting you with her fist, your torturer stood back to full height and looked down with a smirk. "First, never ever speak unless I tell you that you have the honour to open your filthy **** mouth. Second, you did obey me, so that is why I did not punish you, and trust me, a strong kick to the liver is not a punishment, just a kick of encouragement."

Like lightning yet again, her large, but feminine, hand surrounded your throat lifting you at least 3 feet off the ground, leaving you to stare into the frighteningly beautiful face of the powerful woman. Her crimson red lips opened, "I am Mistress Shada, and you will always address me as such or any other equivalent title. Refusal to do so, you will be punished in a way which you will beg me to kick you again instead. The same goes with always thanking me for your status of my servant, you will grateful or suffer for it. Now to get rid of these ugly rags on you."

In one quick movement, Mistress Shada ripped your clothing off with her strength, including your underwear. She releases her grip and you fall to your feet, and quickly cover your fake breasts from the breeze in the room. Mistress Shada looks down on you, and, in fear, you quickly fall to your knees wondering what will come next and what you should do.

You look past her huge strap on and realize you can't see her face past her enormous breasts, but you hear her command, "Clean my boots with your tongue, stupid slut ****!"

You look at her leather boots and think that this is the most degrading thing ever, but you weigh your options. On one hand you had no plan to defeat this woman and escape. On the other hand, if you do this, where will this stop? Clearly you shouldn't keep this woman waiting, so you need to decide soon.