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You think to yourself – where the hell am I?
You simply can’t remember a thing, can’t remember how you got here and you certainly don’t have an inkling as to where you are. Just where the hell are you?
You’re on a bed – somewhere. And your head is foggy. Have you been drugged? Yes, that must be it. You’re too groggy to be anything else.
And as your head becomes clearer you begin to take note of your surroundings. The bed is soft; it’s nice, clean with that nice linen aroma. The room is dark but you and the bed are lighted rather brightly. You can feel the warmth of the light – it actually feels good. And that’s when you notice that you are not clothed – not a stitch.
And you can’t see a thing beyond the light. You hear nothing as well – silence.
But somehow, it’s amazing, you are not frightened. You don’t know why.
You finally take notice that you are bound too. Arms spread, legs spread, but not so tightly as to cut off your circulation. You are in fact, rather comfortable, except for the fact that you don’t know where you are or how you got there - or anything. You conclude, that it must be drugs – you simply feel too good about this very strange situation that you find yourself in.
Then, another light – a TV – perfectly placed where you don’t have to turn your head to see it. On it the early stages of a vintage porno, its black and white, film transferred to tape. Interesting you think. And rather exotic.
Music begins to play, classical music. You like it.
Something about the vintage porno and the music – it goes well together. You begin to tingle. The drugs? Hmmmmm? Maybe, maybe not.
You wonder again – where you might be and how it was that you have gotten here. And then you wonder anew - what it is that is in store for you…… here?
You simply can’t remember a thing, can’t remember how you got here and you certainly don’t have an inkling as to where you are. Just where the hell are you?
You’re on a bed – somewhere. And your head is foggy. Have you been drugged? Yes, that must be it. You’re too groggy to be anything else.
And as your head becomes clearer you begin to take note of your surroundings. The bed is soft; it’s nice, clean with that nice linen aroma. The room is dark but you and the bed are lighted rather brightly. You can feel the warmth of the light – it actually feels good. And that’s when you notice that you are not clothed – not a stitch.
And you can’t see a thing beyond the light. You hear nothing as well – silence.
But somehow, it’s amazing, you are not frightened. You don’t know why.
You finally take notice that you are bound too. Arms spread, legs spread, but not so tightly as to cut off your circulation. You are in fact, rather comfortable, except for the fact that you don’t know where you are or how you got there - or anything. You conclude, that it must be drugs – you simply feel too good about this very strange situation that you find yourself in.
Then, another light – a TV – perfectly placed where you don’t have to turn your head to see it. On it the early stages of a vintage porno, its black and white, film transferred to tape. Interesting you think. And rather exotic.
Music begins to play, classical music. You like it.
Something about the vintage porno and the music – it goes well together. You begin to tingle. The drugs? Hmmmmm? Maybe, maybe not.
You wonder again – where you might be and how it was that you have gotten here. And then you wonder anew - what it is that is in store for you…… here?
