His Bedroom

As you slowly raise yourself up from the blank oblivion you lash out, expecting you're still in the car. Tragically as you kick with one leg you feel cold iron dig into your calf and the other leg jerks upwards. The cold iron feeling isn't just at your ankles either, it's behind your knees and around your wrists. You try to blink away the darkness only for it to stay still. Wait... you're blindfolded too! Screaming and thrashing at your binds in a futile attempt you simply make yourself hoarse. Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! After what feels like an enternity you hear footsteps coming closer and you feel coarse and calloused hands on your thighs.

"Please don't struggle. It's not going to work and it will make this hurt so much more. Here is how it goes. I know what happened to you. I know what you are now. I was paid for a simple task. I am going to torment you until you either finish the 48 hours or you submit and accept you will be a woman forever. This isn't my first time and I have never had anyone make it until the time was up. Do you understand?"

"Fuck you!"

As you bark out your reply a smart swat hits the underside of your thigh where his hand was and you squeal out like a wounded pig.

"That's 'fuck you, Sir'. I demand the highest decorum from my playthings and make no mistake you are my plaything as long as you are a woman. You will watch your mouth or you will be punished. Is that clear?"