I slowly walk around the metal frame where she lies, tracing the edge of the wrought iron bed where SpookyGhost is affixed. When I invited her to recline on the smooth satin sheets, she couldn’t see the leather straps that emerged furtively from underneath the bed. Now the four cuffs restrained her, encircling her wrists and ankles. I pulled the cinch straps tighter and she gasped, then she let out a soft moan.
I turned abound to the table and began to lay out my instruments. Metal clanking as the objects found their space, light gleaming off of the polished surfaces. The leather objects landed with a dull thud as I gently placed them on the surface. A precursor to the harder sounds they would soon make on SpookyGhost’s soft skin. With each sound I saw her twitch slightly. Clearly in anticipation mixed with a little fear of what pain and delight my sinewy hands would bring to her delicate frame.
The first object to enter my grasp was a gleaming pair of scissors. I snapped the blades together several times as I approached my prey.
“First, I will have your clothing.” I announced. As the cold blades ran along her skin and the fabric fell away, I noticed her nipples pucker from the cold. And the excitement. Once she was completely nude and stretched out before me, I put down the scissors. In their stead I now held a chain with two clamps at the ends, which I attached to her nipples. Grabbing the chain from the center I pulled up so that the clamps lifted her breasts upward. Then I snapped a carabiner to a link on the chain and onto a ring on the collar around her neck. The three points of tension now balanced, tugging at her firm breasts.
“Now, let’s get started” I promised menacingly as I turned back to the table of instruments. “But you must chose: the whip, the paddle, or the feather? Tell me which one, and I will decide how and where to employ it on you.”