It’s such a waste of good suffering.

While she’s still groggy and confused I lock the gag into place, then I stand back to admire my prize. Her eyes fill first with fear and then understanding. I watch the questions dancing in them. Understanding grows to impotent rage as I begin to remove my clothing. Rage swells once more into fear as my tumescent erection springs into view. Fear fades into resignation as my strong gloved hands grip her face and then there is nothing at all as I fasten the PVC blindfold into place.

Her struggles are halfhearted as I bind her wrists one at a time with doeskin cuffs. She doesn’t even try to kick when I do the same to her ankles. Then comes the time to release the ratchet straps.

She’s quite well secured now. The contract specifies that I’m allowed to say only a small number of words to her. One is her name.

“Catherine.”

She reacts to this. Then her whole body reacts as I begin to probe her vaginal opening. In spite of her situation she’s dripping, her body betraying her as her mind conjures a variety of questions. Who am I? Why her? Why am I doing this? Am I going to rob her? **** her? Kill her?

I enjoy the feeling and begin to manually stimulate her, watching as her body once more betrays her; the whimpering moans tearing their way through the rubber of the ball gag as she comes to her first climax.

You often hear mention of a “**** kit” in police procedurals. Such a term does my tool bag a grave injustice. I begin to extract my tools, checking them over as I set them on the bedside table. Pliers. Rubbing **** and prep pads. Tattoo gun. A variety of needles and a piercing gun. Ring and dental gags. Three syringes. A bottle of Novocain. Several spade shaped butt plugs of gradually increasing sizes ranging from one inch in diameter to three inches. A large bottle of silicone based lube of the variety used for artificially inseminating horses. Hair clippers. Styling product. Hair dye. A pair of scissors. A Hitachi vibrator. Finally, my pride and joy. The fucksaw. A heavily modified Milwaukee Sawzall reciprocating saw with a rather large dong on the end.

I slip the burlap hood off and smile at her as I begin to lube up the smallest of the butt plugs, saying one of the other contractually permitted phrases. “Shall we begin?”