| When last you saw light, it was late afternoon - a warm sticky New York summer afternoon. He said little. Simply that he had plans for the evening. Since then, you've been bound, arms above your head and spread. Your feet are spread wide. He spread them when he tied you. You were certain he was going to tie them as well. But he didn't. He merely placed a piece of tape on the floor and told you if you moved your feet, you would be punished. So you are on your toes. It's the only way to keep your shoulders from screaming from their forced position. The blindfold was unexpected. Usually he likes to look into your eyes. To see your pain transmitted through them. But he put the cups over your eyes, then the heavy cloth blindfold. Total darkness. Only sounds. Furniture being moved across the hardwood floors of the loft apartment. A former industrial building in Soho, the exposed beams and hard wood columns made the entire apartment an ideal dungeon, he had said. There were only t...
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