After what seems like an hour or two, the door to the house opens.
"There heeee iiiiiisss," calls in a sing-song tone, as though talking to a small child or a cute dog. "There's my little slave boy."
She enters the garage, dressed to kill. She's wearing a tight latex catsuit from neck to calf, disappearing into matching high heeled latex boots. The shiny blackness of the suit is broken up only by strategically placed zips--one around each breast and a large zip that, if opened, would expose her bum and quim.
Clarice follows her into the garage, wearing a copy of 's gear, but in a blood red shade rather than black.
opens the car door and quickly removes the cup covering your lad and the gooey blob that was once a milkshake.
"Clarice, look at this mess! Can you believe him? You leave him alone in the car for 45 minutes and he's dribbled chocolate everywhere. We'll have to teach him some manners!"
slips a heavy leather collar around your neck, clasping it shut. She connects a small lead to the collar. And, you notice, her other hand holds a riding crop rather menacingly.
"Cut him loose, Clarice."
"Yes, ."
Clarice steps forward with a large, nasty looking hunting knife and carefully cuts you loose from the seat.
"Stand up, slave boy."
You slowly rise to your feet, hampered a bit by your gooey pants around your ankles. Clarice steadies you out of the car.
"Cuff him and strip him."
Clarice pulls your arms behind your back and handcuffs them quickly together. Then, she unties your shoes, pulls them off and tosses them in the car. She pulls your boxers and trousers off, dropping them onto the floor of the car over your shoes. Next, your tie and shirt come off, leaving you naked except for some sticky chocolate around your waist.
"Follow me," says , tossing the riding crop to Clarice.
She tugs your lead, pulling you toward the house. You follow along closely, your journey punctuated by the sharp slap of the crop across your bum.
SMACK!
"Oomph."
leads you into the house and down the hallway into a bedroom she's converted into a dungeon--complete with stone effect wallpaper and dim, gothic lighting.
Clarice's torture continues down the hall and stops only when you're in the dungeon.
SMACK! SMACK! SLAP!
quickly hooks your lead onto a small hook in the wall.
Clarice unlocks the handcuffs and quickly locks your left wrist into place into a cuff fixed to the wall above your head. fixes your right wrist into place leaving you locked into a Y position against the wall. |