whips and chains

As he walked quickly down the alleyway, he jingled the few coins he had in his pocket, along with that key. That key was the answer to his prayers….the fix he had been searching for, the elixir for the wound… left by being gone too long, way too long….

He shook his head to clear his mind, a bit. Almost there, he said to himself….feeling as giddy as a child with candy. He came to the door, and pulled out the key. He inserted it in the lock, at the exact same moment as the bell’s began to chime, some ways further down the street. He unlocked the door, and went inside. The lights were very dim, lit only by a black light bulb. Further down the corridor, he glimpsed a familiar sight….a sight that made him go ice cold, and steamy hot at the same time. The walls of that room shone, a pale blue. But the lighting in that room, was not the cause of his joy. That cause, was the solitary chair, directly in the center of the otherwise empty room.

He fairly flew those last 2 feet, and sat slowly on the chair. Suddenly a voice, very firm, but very feminine said, Mistress Kaylene is in your presence…Kneel at my feet!! He immediately sank to the floor, and lowered his face, til his nose touched the cheap carpet. She then cracked her whip, and with visible effort he rose slowly, peering cautiously at first the leather booted feet; then the shapely legs, lean stomach and firm breasts….all encased in ultra tight leather…looking as though she had been poured into it. And if all that didn’t take your breath away, the long, jet-black hair, and knock out face, would.

She commanded him to sit back in trhe chair, and he immediately scrambled to obey.