Red.

As your eyes adjust you realize her elegant gown in a deep, crimson red. She eyes you with the hint of a smile, her long black hair framing the attractive alabaster expression.

"I see you're awake," she says in a mellifluous voice that feels like velvet in your head. "That's good..."

"Where am I?" you ask, your own voice a bit groggy. "Who are you?"

"Nevermind where we are, darling," she answers as she steps closer, yet to the side. "As for who I am, well..." She leans in, bringing her ruby lips up to your ear as you feel hot breath on your neck. "I am the Crimson Queen... but you can call me mistress..." You notice her breath smells of cinnamon.

She steps back, but not before sliding a sensual hand down your cheek. "Now, don't bother calling for help again. If you behave, you'll be free before the night is over. Alright?"

You stare, wide-eyed, but find yourself nodding. "Alright..."

"Good girl. That brings me to my first rule: You will not speak unless spoken to, understand?"

You end up swallowing nervously before nodding again. "I understand."

"Good..." she says, that smirk returning to her lips. With a sway to her hips, she approaches once more, directly this time. Her dark eyes are fixed upon yours as she cups your chin in her hand, leaning toward your face. She tilts her head to press her mouth to yours, soft lips locking upon it as she slips her tongue inside.

You taste her cinnamon tongue, and it feels hot inside your mouth. It pushes its way as far back as it can, and you reflexively swallow her saliva, finding the taste... endurable. As she pulls away with your own tongue gently held between her teeth, she flicks hers over the tip of it before releasing her hold on you. You swear that her tongue felt forked...

Turning to the handle of a chain that hangs from the wall beside you, she pulls it along a rail that spans the ceiling. You're suddenly pulled away from the wall, and dragged with it by your arms. **** to walk along behind her, you come to the side of the room where two odd contraptions stand side-by-side.

"Now, I'll be nice and give you a choice here, darling," the Crimson Queen says. "Which would you be more comfortable in?" she asks, and gestures to the two... things.

The first one looks like a tipped, smooth table with shackles for each limb, sitting in the glow of a shelf of burning candles.

The second one looks like a big wooden board with three holes, the largest being the one in the middle, and it hangs from the ceiling before a cushioned pedestal.

"If you can't make up your mind, I'd be happy to do it for you," she says.