You wake up manacled to a wall

You wake up, groggy, your body aching. You find that you're standing up, naked, and manacled by the wrists against a cold stone wall. There’s a smell of antiseptic mingled with coffee.

Chloe’s standing there, dressed in a skintight black latex corset, fishnet stockings and high heels, with a whip in her hand and an evil smile on her face.

“Oh look, you’re not in the Talon anymore. The nearest you’ll get to a talon is this,” she says, as she puts a fingernail against your neck and starts to run it down your body.

“Poor little you, strapped here on my wall of weird, just a plaything for my every desire,” she says, leaning into you, as her sharp nail continues downwards. “I’m sorry, I just can’t help myself. I blame all the time I spend on the internet, the things I’ve discovered, the painful fetishes I love. But you’ll find them out as we go along, and maybe learn to love them too... This is where you say, ‘Yes, Mistress Chloe’.”