Chapter 5

Cheryl knelt silently on the floor, almost luxuriating in the feel of the soft, plush carpet beneath her scrapped hands and knees. The crackle of the fireplace behind her lent a sense of calm; the heat radiating from the fire warmed her wet, shivering body. She began to take note of her surroundings; the unique smell of leather furniture, the muffled sounds, the rich carpet, all combined to give her a sense of calm. Still hooded, she could rely only on her senses of touch, hearing and smell. Had she been able to see, she would not have been nearly so calm.

The room she was occupying was large, encompassing an area of several hundred square feet. The carpet she felt beneath her was a raised pedestal of sorts, a structure not unlike a stage, raised four feet above the main floor and brightly illuminated from all sides. Along the hardwood walls were hung a variety of implements of pleasure and cruelty; chains and whips, clamps and plugs, and other items that Cheryl would not be able to identify even if she did have the ability to see... but items which she was to soon become intimately familiar with. Overhead, video cameras whirred silently, recording from several angles everything on the stage. Most frightening to her, though, would have been knowledge of the figures seated at the tables scattered throughout the room... Her watchers had all been warned to remain completely silent in order to hide their presence from the slave until the proper moment. It was a room designed specifically for her degradation, and the designer had been waiting patiently for the opportunity to use it.