Take a look

Your curiosity overcomes you and with a glance up the hallway to make sure you can't be observed, you push the door open and few more inches and peer in.

What you see makes you give a little gasp of surprise. The room contains padded leather benches, a table with shackles, some other shackles hanging from pulleys from ceiling, and other furnishings whose purpose isn't clear to you. On one wall racks hold an assortment of whips, canes, handcuffs, feather ticklers and masks.

You stare into the room, your eyes flickering over it, your heart beating rapidly, your breathing deepening. You've seen some porn videos with women bound and restrained in similar devices, punished and used and controlled by cruel men. Watching them, you've felt a deep excitement, imagining yourself chained and helpless, at the mercy of a ruthless man, begging him to let you come. Lately, such scenes have featured in your erotic dreams, and you've woken horny and feverish, scrabbling desperately for your vibrator to fuck yourself to a shattering orgasm.

Unable to stop yourself, you step into the room, running your hands over one of the padded benches, noticing the restraints at either end, imagining yourself bound naked and helplessly exposed, awaiting the will of your master. As you stand entranced you feel your belly fluttering with excitement, wet warmth growing in your pussy.

"See something you like?" Mr. Burridge's voice makes you spin around in alarm, blushing at being discovered.