Resist

You are overcome with disgust as you comprehend what has happened to you. You're not sure where it happened-- in the soup maybe-- but they've warped your mind.

"Troy, please leave." It comes out of your mouth before you think it through.

You look up to see Troy blink in surprise. "Huh, wrong answer man." His shoulders sag a bit, and for a moment you sense a hint of concern in his voice, but he turns away to leave before you can make heads or tails of it.

As soon as Troy rounds the corner of your door, your Master stomps into the room with two others. You scramble back into the corner of the room as they bring a fairly large wooden contraption into the room. The leather-clad dominatrix grabs you by your hair and pulls you back into the center of the room and drags you to your feet.

"Do you know what this is, Slave?" She says, pointing to the thing they brought into the room.

"I think so." You manage.

"This is a mounting block, Slave, and it is reserved for those of you who need to remember their purpose." She bends you over the crotch-height wooden block and forces you onto your stomach while her two servants cuff your hands to the bottom of the device.

"You will spend a night on the block to think about your manners. If that was a real client you'd be tied to the ceiling."

With that all 3 of them exit the room, leaving you on the mounting block with no defenses. Your door is wide open, both figuratively and literally. You grit your teeth and hope for the best.