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First meeting
After some sleep, Carl was awoke. Still weak from the drugs. He gradually became aware that he was fixed to a bed in one corner of a darkened room. There was a dim light overhead, but the light didn’t reach the other corners of the room. He tried to move his arms and discovered that each of his wrists was handcuffed to one side of the bed. Carl pulled hard against the cuffs but there was no freedom of movement. He was overcome with that sinking feeling one gets when they are very frightened as he realized the predicament he was in. Stiffened with fear.
Soon he heard rapid footsteps of heels. Bright lights went on and the door opened. Two beautiful tall dark-haired ladies came in. They wore severe dark blue business outfits – trouser suits and shiny black stiletto boots. Both went to the bed he was tied to. The six-inch heels of their knee-high boots were clicking cruelly on the tiled floor. One went beside his head and the other one at the foot of the bed. “My name is Lady Mercedes – this is Lady Dana”, said the one beside him in a strong voice.
Lady Mercedes was a tall woman with black shoulder-length hair that she’d tied together to a ponytail. She was in her mid-fourties and had a prominent look. Lady Dana was maybe ten years younger – with her long dark-brown hair she looked like her younger sister. Lady Mercedes put her hands on the hips when she looked down on him. Carl saw strong fingers with perfect manicured long red nails. Around her right wrist dangled a heavy plaited silver chain. She also wore a wedding ring. “There we have our little offender”, said Lady Mercedes. “We can do very painful things to you. Should we give him a little demonstration?”, she asked Lady Dana. “Sure!” With that, Lady Dana kneeled down and took his left little toe between thumb and forefinger of her right hand. Then she glanced up into his terrified eyes. With heavy pressure she pressed against the joint of his toe until it cracked. Carl cried out loud as Lady Dana bent his little toe backwards with a jerk, snapping the bone audibly. His little toe was broken. “Oh, did Lady Dana hurt you?”, smiled Lady Mercedes. “This was just an appetizer. How about some role playing games? You won’t like them. But – remember – you can stop this anytime. When you tell us everything we want to know.” With these words Lady Mercedes and Lady Dana walked away quickly. Carl was left wailing in his bondage bed.
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