The last things I remember in my life were his arms, grabbing me from behind and covering my mouth; the darkness of the street, the quick and sharp pain in my neck. Everything that came after can’t be referred to as life. But it’s not a death either, unfortunately. There’s too much sounds and smells surrounding me for that. Too much sensations. But then again, this could be real hell, which is opposite of heaven. Who knows.
I remember my first day in this hell. How I woke up and opened my eyes, but saw nothing. How I tried to get up, but was jerked back to the floor with a clank of a chain. How I discovered that I was completely naked and my wrists are handcuffed behind my back. That the only garment I wore was a thick leather hood without any eyeholes, tightly laced. And the collar, of course, which was connected to the metal ring in the floor by a short, half-a-meter chain. A usual woodboard floor; polished, from the feel of it. When I tried to speak, I found the last item of my ?clothing?: a big rubber ball in my mouth with straps all over my head. Judging from the ache in my jaw, it had been there for some time already.
But even then I didn’t realize how serious it was. After I found out that I couldn’t get up on my feet (the chain didn’t allow me to raise my head above the floor), I stretched my leg and began to feel around. After a minute I knew I was lying in the corner, and that there was nothing else around me except two bare walls and the polished wooden floor. I tried to wriggle my hands out of cuffs, then I tried to reach my hood or collar with them; each attempt ended with nothing. I was imprisoned by someone and couldn’t break free.
?Hi there,? his voice said suddenly. The only human voice I would be able to hear from now on. I startled. My captor was here all this time, watching my blind movements.
?Do you know who I am?? he said again.
I shook my head, blindfolded and gagged. I had absolutely no idea who this man could be, and I certainly didn’t know this voice.
?I am your master,? he went on calmly. ?And you are my pet. That’s the only thing you need to know. You may be thinking: who the hell does he think he is, fuck him? right? I’d suggest you to abandon such thoughts. As you know already, you can’t make yourself free; and I, on the other hand, can do whatever I want with you. I think I could even demonstrate you that right now.
Someone stood up from an invisible bed, the wood creaking, and heavy footsteps began to approach me slowly.
?Get up on your knees and stick up your ass,? said the voice. ?And don’t make me to ask twice.?
Of course, I could put up a fight. Kicking and screaming, shrinking into my corner? but what was the point? He was right: I couldn’t free myself. And there was something in his voice that told me I would be very, very sorry if I didn’t do what he asked. I got on my knees clumsily and bowed, sticking up my ass and dreading for what would happen next.
I didn’t wait too long. A huge, unbearable pain stung my buttocks suddenly, and I fell to the floor, yelling and squirming, trying to squeeze myself into the corner.
?Up,? came his quiet voice.
I mumbled something pleading into my gag, breathing heavily through the hood’s nose holes. It was a cane or a stick of some sort; I could feel a big red stripe bulging across my cheeks.
?Up,? he repeated. ?Another ten for that. Twenty if you fall again.?
Panting and clenching my teeth on the rubber ball, I rose on my knees again. I swallowed and felt my Adam’s apple against the thick leather of the collar. Whoever this man was, I was in his power now. I couldn’t do nothing but obey.
He began to whip me with his cane again; slowly, methodically, taking his time. Each blow came so hard and painful that I felt I couldn’t stand this anymore, that I would collapse on the floor again and die, no matter what he said. But I endured. Kneeling, clenching my handcuffed fists, biting my gag, waiting helplessly for this humiliating torture to end.
But my humiliation was only beginning. If I