Chapter 54
by 
Abdulalahazred
What's next?
Examine ring
It's solid metal and securely fasted to the wall. You have to reach to touch the cold metal and you balance precariously on the balls of your feet on the cold flagstones. Your breasts press against the course hewn rock. Your breaths echo and you realise you could scream and beg in this room and no one would hear you. Know one would know you were here.
You imagine yourself chained to this ring, naked, arms outstretched high above your head, on tip toes, soft yielding curves pressed into cold unforgiving block work, your small little body taut with tension. Exposed. At the mercy of a larger powerful man. The notion makes your heart beat faster.
But this room is for solitary confinement. You would be alone here. At the mercy of these thoughts. Unable to act. Controlled. Owned. Undated. You swallow in anxious arousal.
What's next?
