De Sade's Designs

Mary Ancilla worked at an accounting firm in the city. Currently she was working on her computer after hours, putting the final touches on the cover up she had set up. Mary had embezzled millions and set it up in such a way that would implicate an employee she'd picked at random, a man named Randall Williams.

She reclined in her chair, thinking about the fabulous life that lay ahead of her. Not that she had it rough now. She was vice president at her firm, had a luxury condo with a great view, a new car, and all the latest amenities. She had been the most ruthless competitor in her rise to the top, but she wanted more. And if an innocent man had to be ruined, so be it.

The next day at work, Mary was delighted to see two federal agents at the secretary's desk. She smiled as she heard one of them ask where Williams was. After work, she rushed home to watch the news. "A local man was arrested today" said the anchorman on the television "for embezzling millions of his own clients money.

The man, Randall Williams is a husband and father of two. He denies these allegations." The screen showed him being led away in handcuffs, distraught and surprised. Mary spared him no sympathy though. Her thoughts were on the beautiful beaches where she would spend the rest of her days leading a life of leisure.

That night Mary looked at herself in the mirror as she got ready for bed. She was 26, rich, and beautiful. She was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow. She smiled in her sleep.

Mary shot up, startled. Something was wrong. She wasn't in her apartment. She was laying naked on a cold stone floor. Faint light filtered through an open doorway as well as the sounds of cars and people passing by. Mary surmised that it was the next day and that she was still in the city, but that didn't help ease her anxiety.

Mary's heart beat faster as she began to make out vague shapes surrounding her in the dark stone room. They were very pale, wearing black, and completely motionless. She sat there panting in fear for a long while, than came to a realization. They were mannequins.

She slowly got up and approached one, looking around to make sure she was alone. It appeared to be modeling a leather formal evening gown, complete with elbow length gloves, a choker, and high heeled boots. "Weird.." she muttered as she examined the next one. It was a leather French Maid's uniform.

There were seven outfits in all, all black, and all leather. As Mary had been examining the strange fetishistic outfits, she had been looking for her clothes. They weren't here. So whoever had brought her here wanted her to pick one of these slutty outfits. And unless she wanted to go outside naked, she was going to have to.

"Fine" Mary shouted " but I'll cut their balls off if I find out who did this."

A voice came from outside. "Is somebody in there?" Footsteps were approaching. "You shouldn't be in there lady, this building is condemned."

Mary was mortified at the thought of being caught naked down here with these kinky outfits. She was a prominent business woman, what if someone recognized her? She couldn't be caught nude though, so she hastily picked one and pulled it on, planning to say she'd gotten lost on the way to a costume party.