Confession - Tora Maven

I don’t know how long it has been but it has felt like hours. Kneeling on a cold cement floor, naked except for the leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, completely in the dark. My muscles twitch as fatigue of staying in one position for so long starts to take its toll but I dare not move. I was warned that I would suffer the consequences if I did and something in the tone of Her voice told me that She was not joking. I hold my breath as I hear the lock unlatch and the door swings open, flooding my cell with light. My first instinct is to raise my arm and cover my eyes but I remember my instructions and stay perfectly still. I keep my eyes to the floor as they adjust to the light and a pair of black leather boots comes into my view as She stands before me. I can feel Her eyes burning into me, studying me, making sure I have not moved.

“Take him.” She drawls and instantly a shiver of fear dances along my spine, making the hairs on the back of my neck rise. I cower before Her, terrified of what that means as I become aware of the presence of two other men standing behind Her. They move quickly, taking me by my arms and lifting me easily to my feet. I am thankful that they are keeping me upright as the pain of pins and needles flood my legs and my muscles awake.

Wordlessly, She turns on Her heel and walks out of the cell. I can hear the sound of Her heels on the stone floor as my heart seems to beat in tempo to that rapid tattoo. My escorts drag me along, following Her down a short corridor and into a large darkened room filled with odd pieces of equipment and furniture. I am careful to make sure my glances around are discrete and as I catch a glimpse a table laid out with all kinds of tools and toys, I regret my curiosity. A new flash of fear making me shiver.

My escorts stop in the middle of the room but do not let me go. They stand wordlessly, staring forward, waiting for instruction. A scary thought flashes in my mind; it occurs to me that they would probably kill me without a second thought if She commanded it. A sense of awe fills me and I risk a glimpse of Her.

“Leave us.” She commands, Her back to me. My escorts force me to my knees and then exit wordlessly. I immediately bow my head, fearful of what would happen if She caught me watching Her. Her boots come into focus again and one foot taps lightly before She leans down to me, Her lips brushing against one of my ears as She purrs, “If you play with Me, We play for keeps. So here is your chance. I will give you to the count of three to decide whether you are staying or whether you will be Mine. If you wish to stay, I want you to lift your head and look at Me.”

My heart thunders in my ears. I am sweating now. I am terrified but I am not leaving. I know this is a test that I must pass. No time to think as I hear Her count from one to three. Moving slow, I must answer. I raise my head and look into Her eyes. She smiles and I feel cold metal brush against my neck as She snaps a collar into place. “Mine.” She purrs and instantly the fear is gone and I wonder what I was so afraid of.

I let out a deep breath and Her smile turns predatory, almost like She can read my thoughts. “Rise Mine.” She commands and I obey. She latches a leash to my collar, and tugs me to follow Her to a wall where I notice rings embedded in the brick. “Stand facing the wall Mine.” She demands before moving to be behind me. She leans against me, pressing into me so that I am pressed against the wall. She quickly secures my cuffs to the metals rings. Her lips brush against one of my ears as She purrs, “Close your eyes, it sometimes helps.”

As the pain surges through me, my life flashes before my eyes and I wonder if I will ever see another sunrise. But it is too late now to worry about the value of my life. I have already made my choice: Her.