A bondage fetishist's dream, or normal person's nightmare

Ebony woke up wearing nothing but a ball-gag and chains that secured her, spread-eagled, to a a bed. Craning her neck, she saw the room decorated with whips, chains, hypnofetishist gear, and one sorry-looking white guy chained to the wall. Richter also wore a ball-gag, and had an impressive-looking collection of switch marks on his back and butt. The center of attention though was the woman who'd taken Ebony out in the dressing room. Tall, with flame-red hair tied up in a severe bun, she wore a leather corset and thigh-high black boots, with nothing in between. She casually flicked her switch, splattering a few drops of Richter's blood across his back.

"You're not the first bitch to try to take my man," said the woman who'd put Ebony in this spot. "Bitch-boy here promises to be good after I give him his lesson, but after a few months he's thinking with his dick again, and he just seems to draw skanks like you.

"Fortunately, I LIKE giving bitch-boy his lessons, which is why I've whipped his ass instead of dumping it. But girls like you require a more... permanent solution."

Ebony twisted desperately, trying to break the chains -- she'd just wanted to get laid and win a bet, not to die in this crazy bitch's dungeon!

The woman laughed. "Oh, don't worry, I'm not going to kill you. When I'm done with you, though, you'll never want to touch a woman's man again, though."