Headspace: Enslaved by Ropes

Mute and bound, I lie on the cold stone floor, my head secured in a tight leather hood, eyes blindfolded. My arms and legs are stretched wide, tied to massive iron rings embedded in the wall. The air is thick with anticipation, my heart pounding in my chest. The dominatrix, her heels clicking on the stone floor, approaches, her voice a low purr. "You're mine now," she whispers, trailing a whip teasingly across my exposed skin. I can't see her, can't speak, but I feel her, every inch of her power. She runs her hands over my body, pinching and twisting my nipples, making me squirm in my bonds. She laughs, a sound like ice, and I know tonight is going to be a long, delicious torment.

• bondage

• bdsm