Pay-per-view porn: Basement Bondage 8

I browsed for a while until a title jumped out at me. The description promised a steamy look into the mansion of an eccentric billionaire whose basement was an elaborate dungeon full of every sort of bondage device you could think of, including several gorgeous women. It would contain several scenes of elaborate and **** dungeon-style bondage and included a warning about the **** nature of some of the **** some women would be made to endure. The cast list included precisely zero names I recognized which was fine with me; it was the subject matter that I cared about.

Accepting the charge for the movie, I turned the volume up enough that Jane may have been able to hear it from the bathroom, and just lay back to enjoy and contemplate. The movie didn't waste any time setting the stage or introducing the characters. Within minutes, the man on screen had led a collared woman to a standing cross and strapped her into it. Another woman whipped her body while he teased her with a powerful vibrator.

I could live this life, I realized, if I wanted it.

Jane wandered slowly into the room, naked and glorious. Her damp hair was clipped up on her head with one of those large toothy things. She had a curious expression on her face as she looked at the T.V. "Are... are you watching porn?"

I simply pointed to the space on the couch by my hip. "Sit. Watch. Don't interrupt."

Looking more unsure of herself than I'd perhaps ever seen her, she complied. Obeying me was quickly becoming second nature to her, which was good. I laid my hand to rest on her thigh, caressing her soft skin idly.

While Jane watched in silence, absorbing the plight of the women being bound and tormented on screen, I watched her. She was a smart woman, and she quickly realized I was trying to tell her something. At one point in the film's rapid-fire series of sex scenes, a beautiful woman who looked a bit like Jane was chained helpless on a wooden horse with her arms behind her back and weighted clamps on her nipples. She was trembling from effort as the master **** her to thank him repeatedly for hurting her and punishing her.

Jane was transfixed by all of it. I couldn't tell if she was excited or mortified, but I made her watch the entire scene, which ended with the woman finally being lifted off the horse and allowed to come on a vibrator to a positively explosive orgasm. The dazed woman muttered her gratitude over and over as the scene faded to another woman in a similarly **** situation.

I paused the film, expecting breakfast to show up any minute.

Jane turned to look at me, eyes slightly wide. She was breathing a little faster than usual and I still couldn't make out her mood. "Why did you show me this?"

"Isn't it obvious, love? That's going to be you. That helpless, squirming plaything **** to endure both pain and pleasure at her master's whim. That's going to be you." I spoke firmly, with supreme confidence. I almost wanted her to defy me and give me a reason to punish her.