The girl waited in the dark cell trembling with fear... and excitement. "Why not?" she whispered to herself, "this is what I've been waiting for, the opportunity I've dreamed about for months." The darkness seemed to smother her words. It's scary, though, she admitted to herself, waiting like this, chained and naked. She pulled at her wrist cuffs and felt the pressure on her bare ankles.

The man who had put her in the cell had ordered her to strip, then placed old fashioned irons on her wrists and ankles. He had locked them with an ancient key, taking care not to touch her bare skin needlessly. That was interesting, she thought. She had been sure he was going to fuck her, but he didn't. Most men wouldn't have the discipline to keep their hands to themselves.

Discipline, that's what this place was all about. They had been quite open about what was expected of her, everyone had. That was the reason she had agreed to the job. There was no attempt at deception, no minimizing of what she was signing up for. It was a refreshing change. Still, being naked and chained in the dark was frightening. The proposition that had sounded perfectly reasonable in her agent's modern, brightly-lit office had a totally different feel in this place.

Now, she wasn't so sure. The darkness was oppressive and the chains made her feel... helpless. "That's the intention you fool," she said aloud, trying to keep herself company. This was a game of psychological as well as physical domination. "...a game," she spat out the words boldly with a distinct touch of intellectual superiority. She knew she was smarter than these people and determined to resist any personal engagement in their bondage fantasies. Male foolishness, she thought. She was here for the money, that's all... the money.

There was the sound of a key in the lock and the door opened, allowing the hallway light to shine inside. A tall man stood in the doorway. This must be him, the boss, Dmitri, she thought, blinking. She couldn't see his face, just a black mass against the light. Again, she felt an undeniable sense of excitement. Calm down, she thought fleetingly. Don't get involved in their drama. That's what they want.

But it was easier said than done, she realized. Her mind and her body were heading in different directions. The fear was easy to explain. Who wouldn't be afraid in these circumstances? It was the excitement that was so disturbing. Sex had always been something she tolerated, something she used to her advantage. This was different. Perhaps it was the nakedness, or the bondage, or the threat of pain... Whatever! Whatever the reason, I need to control my feelings.

He closed the door and turned on an overhead spotlight. She was now fully revealed, while he was still mostly hidden in the darkness. She didn't mind. She had always been proud of her long body with its sexy lines and curves. There was nothing to be ashamed of in showing it off, in putting it on display for a client. But this was different. She wasn't just exposed. Her most private feelings, her weaknesses were unmasked.

The man's attitude was also different. He just stood there in the shadow, unmoving, appraising her with an intolerable air of superiority as if she was some kind of animal. She had expected the usual male dance -a little banter, a certain amount of nervous posturing, followed by some clumsy groping. He just looked. Suddenly, she desperately wanted to hide, but there was no retreat hobbled the way she was.

She felt a spurt of anger and straightened her body, thrusting out her firm breasts, arching her back. It was the only resistance she could muster. He laughed and stepped closer, pushing her to her knees. In a moment his cock was in her mouth. She moved to push him away only to rediscover the chains on her wrists then looked up, still angry. His eyes were dark, hooded by the overhead light. Slowly, he pushed himself deeper inside, touching the back of her throat. Her eyes widened in fright as her breathing was cut off, but she didn't panic. Rather, she began to move her head and mouth in a sensual way, trying to regain some control. She could feel the leather tightening around her neck. Her jailer had tied her wrist chain to her neck with a strap. At the time she'd thought it was part of the show, now she knew it was to hold her hands tightly behind, away from her face, from her ass, her flanks. That's where the real pain will come, she realized suddenly, her ass was exposed, vulnerable. They had told her about the pain.

He was making a sound now, a kind of anguished grunt, enjoying himself, savoring the feel of her. She focused on the man's cock. She was no stranger to pleasing a man this way, but this was different, this time she felt a desperate need to perform well. His manner and the situation demanded her best effort.

The feeling of helplessness was stirring something in her. Despite her resolve, she was also getting off. He was forcing an urgency on her that she had ever felt before. This was not about sex or technique, this was about domination. He intended to get what he wanted from her, one way or another. She had the sudden thought that this was a very different way to make love - unambiguous, almost liberating.

Without thinking, she extended her long tongue and flicked it into his balls. The action caused her throat to open allowing him to slip even further inside. He was literally fucking her now. This wasn't just an ordinary blow job. Again without thinking about it, her lips and tongue began to press in time to his thrusts, shaping themselves on him to increase his sensation. Slowly, conscious thought faded away, replaced by the feeling that only his pleasure mattered.

Roughly, he grabbed her head stopping all movement. His cock was buried to the hilt. She looked up and waited, rubbing him with her tongue. Her lungs were screaming for air, but her mind wasn't responding. She had one purpose now. He would allow her to breathe when and if he wanted.

Later, when she thought about this moment, she would shake her head in wonder. Was this the ultimate definition of female submission? But at the time, there was no deep analysis, no reflection, only the singular need to satisfy him.

It was this need that ignited her passions. She shuddered and arched her back, pushing her rock-hard nipples into his legs. Seconds later, she convulsed wildly as if she was having some kind of fit. Her spasms passed through his cock into his brain and he responded by pulling back, leaving only the sensitive tip of his prick resting on her full lips.

It was time for their finale.

She grabbed for him with her lips, sucking him back inside, but he pulled out then lifted his cock. She obeyed, slurping his balls into her eager mouth like clams on a half shell. That was the moment he struck her with the crop. It was as if he had shoved a hot poker up her ass. She shuddered again as the pain mixed with her pleasure then moaned long and deep. He could literally feel her suffering and struck again.

"Incredible, fucking unbelievable!" he moaned then leaned over closer to her ear. "You will be my bait tomorrow night. Who could resist this?"

"Umm, umm," she purred softly. His words had no meaning for her anymore.

He thrust himself inside again and began to pump rhythmically towards a climax. But she was too far gone to respond in kind. Her frenzied movements were now random and uncoordinated. She was in the throes of a sexual arrhythmia, an inconsonance that would not produce the kind of spectacular climax he expected. Dmitri had seen this many times before.

The stroke of the crop was like an electric shock on her flank. The next was equally jolting. Frantically, she responded, matching the movement of her body to the irresistible demands of his cane. In seconds, they were synchronized. He increased the speed and the ferocity of his cane strokes until they were moving together in a kind of controlled madness.

Once again, all conscious thoughts left her mind. Her mental function was now limited to responding to the merciless stimuli and her own overwhelming sensations. She had never experienced anything this before even during the most vigorous sex act.

The climax exploded on both of them with the force of a sudden heart attack.

When she regained her thoughts, her long torso was bent forward with her head and her breasts resting on her bound legs. She was still in the position, babbling unintelligibly, when the jailer came for her.

When she tried to reconstruct it all later, she found it impossible to describe what she had felt. The episode had no intellectual translation, none. It was an unholy mix of pleasure, pain, submission, desire, even love that was simply beyond the ability of a human mind to reconstruct. The one thing she did remember from those last few moments was the word "bait" and wondered what it meant.