Trouble, Noir is in it...

The moment you open the door you find something rather interesting...rose petals...white rose petals. A bit confused you come to notice the petals form a line, a trail leading from the front door and into the hallway. Out of sheer curiosity you begin to follow the petals, walking softly but quickly hoping to find a good end to this mystery. As you follow the trail you come across something that breaks the path, a small gleaming object lying right in the middle of the alluring path. When you stoop down to pick up the item you feel a familiar chill and hear a recognizable clink, it is a long chain leash with a leather wrist strap. Your eyebrow perks and you can feel a twitch from your pants, ideas floating through your head as you follow the route further. As the trail leads deeper and deeper into the dark center of your home you find more objects; a cloth gag, a vibrator, a blind fold, bondage rope, nipple clamps, and various other sexual toys. However, the trail eventually leads to your room and stops just before your closed wooden door. The room itself is among the darkest places in the home thus making it Noir's favorite place for fun and rest. Just in front of the door you notice something small and white on the ground, a tiny scrap of paper that confuses you greatly. You pick up the sheet of paper, curiosity spurring you to read it quickly...it's a bill...for over five hundred dollars...

Instantly your face goes red, anger rushing through you like a fire. Earlier you had made it very clear that Noir could only buy a few things, not five hundred dollars worth of things! With anger as your fuel you throw open the door, nearly ripping it from its hinges as you open the room of darkness. Walking in swiftly you allow your eyes to adjust to the sudden lack of light, Noir had shut off the power to the room allowing only the bare minimum to be visible. The first things you see are softly burning candles, dozens surrounding the space and giving it a dull luminescence. Accompanying the candles is a soft buzzing, a murmuring hum echoing throughout the room alongside a whimpering moan. With more time comes more focus and you see your bed, a king sides mattress which is now a grand silken canopy masterpiece. Even with the limited light you can see the beautiful crimson of the sheets and canopy, luscious pillows and even an angled wedge rest right in the middle of the bed. Finally your eyes become fully accustomed to the soft light of the candles and you find the source of the sound and incidentally the target for your rage.

On the floor, a scant few feet from your position, Noir sits on the ground. Wrapped around her waist is a corset, a tight black and red number which just barely contains her massive mammaries. There are two holes in the front of each breast cup, her hard nipples poking out of the circles showing that she had replaced her usual golden rings with simpler brass bars. Around her neck lays her collar, the smooth leather cradling her throat as she pants and moans softly. On her hips there is a pair of crotch-less panties, a garter belt, and stockings that reach just to the midpoint of her luscious thighs. Feeling your pants grow tight almost immediately you notice something else interesting. As Noir sits on the ground you find that there is something beneath her, a small mound that is the source of the interesting hum you had heard earlier. Also you see that wrapped around Noir's 'wrists' and her delicate ankles are straps, locked restraints that trap her helplessly upon the small device. With a small step closer your weight lands upon the single creaky floor board of your room and you quickly find yourself gazing into the lust filled eyes of Noir.

"M-Master!" She whimpers, her wings and legs trying valiantly to pull from the machine on which she is sitting, "I-I'm so glad t-to see you H-HOME!" You see her entire body tense but suddenly stop, the humming from the machine cutting off completely leaving her to grind down roughly onto the creation. Her whimpering is even louder as she attempts a futile writhing for release, her tongue lolling from her mouth as she moans, "oh p-please! N-no, not again!" Noir's eyes shoot up to yours once again, pleading showing in her gaze so brightly it almost gives her stare a supernatural glow, "Master please! I got trapped on this and it's only set to tease but never allow me to orgasm!" She moans pitifully, pointing her nose down to a spot on the ground, "I dropped the key right there, please help me master!"