The Lair of the Baroness

At last they finally arrived at their destination as Bianka opened an unlocked door along a fairly standard hotel corridor. The door swung open wide revealing a very non-standard hotel suite. The usual furnishings had been replaced by various implements of torment; a st. Andrew's cross, Judas' cradle, a Spanish mule, and a few assorted cages of claustrophobic proportions. A large table against one wall was arrayed with tools and toys of every shade of fiendish from the agonizing to the sensual. Much of the floor was covered with a firm pad bound in a deep red leather.

As if nothing at all were different about today she kicked off her shoes before stepping into this sadist's playground with stocking feet. "Now, Nick, before the fun is beginning..." Turning to face the man she reached out to gently take one of his hands in hers, the other drawing down from his chin to rest upon his chest. "the safe word is 'rubicon'." In a sudden twist from sweet to sour her hands would grasp harshly onto his arm, and with a shift of her weight the little German would shoulder toss her toy down onto the leather mat. "Questions?" This was asked in the same sweet and pleasant tone as before, as if she were unaware that she'd just tossed her plaything to the floor.

Nick hadn't really done anything out of the ordinary for himself. He liked his comfort zone. There was one time he did step completely out for Anampo but, that didnt need to be explained unless asked. Nick entered the room with Bianka. Most would probably lose themselves in fear.

Nick simply looked around the room in a bit of awe. It was only when Bianka told him a safe word. Who exactly did he lose to tonight? "Right...R-Rubicon..." He repeated. Bianka then flipped the bigger man onto his back and asked if he had questions.

He grunted on impact and quickly replies: "N-None, Miss Bianka..."

The sound of Nick's answer brought a villainous smile to Bianka's ruby lips. Submission always sounded so nice, although... it wasn't quite right. Still holding her captive by the arm the part-time dominatrix would give it a partial twist to lock his elbow without wrenching the limb too much. Placing a stocking foot upon the man's cheek she would slowly pull on his arm stretching him at the shoulder. "Ah-ah. That is Mistress Bianka."

Nick's legs were worked over in the match and now his arm was systematically being worked on. He kicked out a leg as Bianka twists his arm and corrected him. "Y-Yes! S-Sorry Mistress Bianka...!" His face began to yeild a red blush on his cheeks before her foot came down on his face to gain a better hold.

The smile on Bianka's lips spread as its vile amusement increased with his correction. "Goot." Releasing his arm unceremoniously she would wait a moment longer before removing her foot from his face. "Now, on hyu feet." If he hesitated in standing, or rather couldn't understand her for the accent, she would pull up on the back of his shorts. Furthermore, as he stands she will sharply slap him on the ass until he's fully upright.

He understood Bianka well. Just...Not fast enough for the dominatrix. He started to get up but was met with several slaps to his ass. It only added to the blushing as he made a few high-pitched helps with the hits. But a moment later he was standing tall again. His five-ten height over her five-two

Bianka now seemed unconcerned by his height. He belonged to her for the night, after all. Stepping around in front of the man she eyed him up and down in a critical, appraising manner. Moving to stand close to him, her breasts nearly brushing against his stomach, she reached out a hand to gently cradle his manhood. Fingers sensually cupped him for just a moment as she stared up at him with an almost tender gaze. And then in a sudden, and likely not unexpected turn, her fiendish grin returned and her grip tightened firmly upon his package.

"Now, hyu follow me." Flitting away, still holding him by the balls, she would nearly drag him towards her table of dastardly toys.

In some ways he was expecting that to happen when she got closer to him. But it still came as a surprise anyway since he never had the feeling of a woman quite literally leading him by the balls. He had to to clench his teeth as not to make a sound when Bianka cupped his semi-erect manhood.

He followed her to the table and looked iver all of the...Toys. Nick remains quiet all the while until he was sure he could speak.

When they arrived at the little table of horrors Bianka would release his package and turn her attention to the array of tools and strange devices. It was always best to start off simple, and so she picked up a coiled length of rope from the table and turned back to her victim. "Hyu are mine for tonight, to do with as hy please. But when hy em done, hyu will be mine forever." With these foreboding words she would slip around behind Nick and begin to bind his arms behind his back with practiced skill, bound at intervals from wrist to elbow.

As Nick stood there, he dared to break the silence while Bianka looked over all of the toys. "Mistress Bianka, m-may I remive my shoes? Id hate to scuff up your...Beautiful leather flooring." If he were allowed to do so, he'd kneel down to untie and remove his boots.

Her words sent a chill through him. Mainly because he didn't know what's meant exactly, but had an idea. He then feels his arms get tied behind hia back. "W-What are you doing, Mistress?"