Octavia checked the pulley and the rope before she got down from the stepladder and put it away. The chains and cuffs lay ready on the floor and it made her smile. It felt good to use them again. She couldn't wait to see someone else than Henry hang from those chains. Thinking of Henry left a bad taste in her mouth.

After a quick knock, the door opened and her new client walked in. Tall with huge shoulders, beard cropped close to the skin hiding how young he really was. Octavia paused to stare at him for a moment, wondering how these massive men kept finding their way to her studio. Maybe he was a friend of Blake's?

She stepped forward with a smile. "Michael, it's lovely to finally meet you. I quite enjoyed our messages."

"Thank you, Octavia. But no one ever calls me Michael." His voice was surprisingly deep. He gently shook her hand and smiled handsomely.

"Have a seat, my dear." She suppressed a giddy giggle, eager to get started. "I just want to talk about our plans before we start."

As she sat down, Michael removed his jacket, revealing a shirt that said "Wardaddy" in a font suggesting it was some kind of rock band. The shirt was not quite designed for a man his size, it stretched tightly over his shoulders and arms. When he sat down and crossed his legs, Octavia noticed his fancy leather shoes. He also wore an expensive-looking watch and a chain around his neck. 

"You're such a well-dressed gentleman." She said with a dreamy smile.

"Is that unusual?" He seemed genuinely curious. "I'd expect guys to dress up for the occasion."

"I know I do." Octavia said as she adjusted the cowl-neck of her deep red dress to make sure it revealed the right amount of cleavage. She preferred to avoid questions about her other clients. Then she looked him in the eye. "I'd like you to talk about what we're going to do today. I want to hear you say it before we start."

He stared at his hands lying in his lap for a second before he said in a low voice: "I've always fantasised about sexy torture. Chains and pain and questions. Making me admit to something. Resisting until I can't anymore." He glanced at her. "That kind of thing."

"I prepared everything. Resist to your heart's content." She smiled wickedly. "I'm especially looking forward to 'abducting you'." She made air quotes with her fingers. 

A flash of surprise played across his face, widening his eyes. "Everything is ready?"

She wagged her finger at him. "There is a little bit more prep to do. Allow me." She went over to her chest of toys at the foot of the bed and pulled out a big, soft handkerchief. She dripped something from a tiny brown bottle on it and then brought it over to him. "Here."

Confusion furrowed his brow as he sniffed it. "Smells lovely." He said politely.

"It's my favourite perfume. Violets and vanilla. That's a prop." She put the handkerchief on the table and loomed over him as he sat in the chair. "Now to make it work. I'd like to hypnotise you."

The tiniest of gasps came out of his mouth, as if he was a stoic man who routinely downplayed his feelings but this excited him too much to hide it. "Ok." He said in a low voice.

She held his gaze. "Tell me your safeword."

His breath quickened and he stuttered before he replied hoarsely: "Ohio."

"Are you nervous?" She reached out to cup his fuzzy jaw in her hand, staring into his eyes. And in her most captivating voice, she continued: "I wonder what that feels like to you. Is there a tightness in your chest? Do you feel lightheaded? Is there some other feeling in your body that's telling you 'this is it'? Can you just focus on that feeling?"

His lips parted as he swallowed but he didn't move, he didn't even blink.

"A funny thing happens when you focus on your feelings. You'll notice that you can influence them. If you take a deep breath in…" She inhaled and watched him follow her lead. "...you can just feel yourself calm down. Slow down. See? It's easy to do as I say. To feel what I say. Just notice how much my voice helps you relax and let go."

His square jaw loosened and his mouth sagged open as his breathing slowed. Octavia suppressed a shudder of arousal as she stared into his wide, confused eyes, he looked so young and vulnerable right now.

"This is what it feels like to be hypnotised." She said in a soothing tone. "That strange, numb heaviness that's spreading through your body as you breathe out. That light-headed feeling of following my words without really understanding what's happening to you. I'm hypnotising you more deeply with every word I say, with every passing moment. Can you feel how hard it is to keep your eyes open?"

His eyes became more vacant and heavy-lidded and she could feel his head sway against her hand.

"Very good." She couldn't help but smile. "Your eyes are closing because you are falling deeper and deeper into trance with every word I say, with every passing moment. Just take one more deep breath for me and then allow yourself to let go. Just close your eyes and fall for me."

His head sagged against her hand as his eyes closed with a deep sigh. He looked so different now, she mused as she guided his chin down to his chest. The handsome gentleman who walked into her studio was now a boytoy, limp and powered down but she knew exactly how to push all his buttons.

"And in this quiet moment, it's so easy to let your mind wander…" She said in a dreamy tone. "And it naturally wanders to the ideas you had about this scene. The sexy torture. Resisting until you can't anymore. Soon, my dear. Soon I will make all of that come true. It will feel so real. It will be so easy to get lost in this fantasy scenario and live there for a little while. Until you just can't anymore. And if at any moment you feel like something's wrong, you feel like it's not sexy anymore, you can easily remember that your safeword is 'Ohio' and I'll make it all better."

She paused for a moment, gathering her thoughts, and he just sat there, silent and still. Then she said: "There will be moments during our scene where I ask where you're from. Secretly, this question means 'how are you doing?' And I want you to answer 'Ohio' when you need it. But you can answer creatively to tell me what you want. You can say 'Greensboro' to mean that everything is green, or you can say 'Slowcombe' if you need me to slow down. I'm sure you will give me an answer that illustrates how you're doing whenever I ask you where you're from."

She stared at his beautiful entranced face for a moment before she continued. "But right now I want you to remember what we had planned for the beginning of the scene. How I'm going to subdue you. You had ideas about that, do you remember?"

His face twitched and his eyes moved even though they were closed, but that was all the movement he could muster in his entranced state.

Octavia picked up the handkerchief and held it right under his nose. "This is what chloroform smells like, did you know? The scent makes your head spin doesn't it? Whenever you smell this scent, you feel yourself grow faint and weak. Too faint to think. Too weak to stand. You know how it works in the movies. When I make you smell this cloth, you swoon and crumple to the floor, you can't fight it. That's just the effect these chemical fumes have on you. Though it wears off after a minute or so…" And she put the handkerchief into her pocket where he couldn't smell it anymore.

He sagged in the chair, his head lolling to the side as his arms hung limply down at his sides. It made her all hot and bothered to see him like this.

"Now, I want you to take a deep breath." She made her voice a little more cheerful and peppy. "Just wait there for a moment. Notice how you're sitting here. Make yourself more comfortable if you want. Because there's more preparations..." She watched him shift in his seat, his hands going back into his lap as his head lifted up with his eyes still closed.

"It's easy to focus on what I'm saying, isn't it?" She moved away to give him some more space and leaned on the table. "It's easy to forget what I said before and pay attention to what I'm saying now. Right now, I need your attention. I need your help with more preparations. So just take another deep breath and you can wake up and help me get everything ready."

After a moment, he opened his eyes and swallowed. "What can I help with, Octavia?"

She beckoned him and moved over to the chest at the foot of the bed. "Have a look in here. Just lay anything you'd like me to use on you on the bed."

With his hands behind his back, he glanced into the chest at the whips and canes and other toys. "Anything?"

She went back to the table, smiling dreamily at his beautiful deep voice. "Anything you want."

He crouched and rummaged around in the chest, touching the canes with his fingers to feel the texture of the material. He selected a big rubber baton and a heavy box chain collar. As he rose to his feet, he smiled to himself and then pulled off his leather belt and laid it on the bed next to the baton. Then he turned to Octavia. "What's next?"

She sauntered over and closed the lid of the chest with her foot. She decided to comment on his choice later.  Then she looked up at his face and touched his waist where his belt had been. "Next you undress. I'm not going to remove any clothes after we start the scene, yours or mine."

He backed away and wiped a drop of sweat off his brow. "Alright."

With a half smile, she watched him undress and put his clothes on the rack by the door. She stood with her hands behind her back, it seemed casual but she hid the handkerchief in the palm of her hand.

He stripped down to his grey boxers, exposing a bodybuilder physique that was far more impressive than Henry's or Blake's. It made Octavia shake her head in happy disbelief. And then it gave her pause. How was she ever going to overpower him?

When he gave her a look, wondering what was next, she beckoned him over to stand next to her, close to the pile of chains lying on the floor underneath the pulley. Without really thinking about it, he embraced her, touching the fabric of her dress as he stepped into her personal space.

She looked up at his eyes and asked in a sultry voice: "Do you really want to resist until you can't anymore?"

He hesitated and then said: "That depends…"

"On how much I hurt you?" While she still held the handkerchief in one hand behind her back, the other crawled up his arm and she dug her claws into his naked shoulder.

He blushed. "On how much I like it."

She grinned at him. She felt a surge of adrenaline as she suddenly pressed the cloth against his face. He jolted and his eyes grew wide as he recognised the scent. He didn't quite have the clarity or the courage to push her away. He just stared at her in shocked betrayal and then he started to sway on his legs.

He coughed and finally managed to push her hand away from his face as he stumbled to one knee. She quickly approached to press the cloth over his nose and mouth again, holding the back of his head with her other hand. He didn't have the good sense to hold his breath. 

He flailed and as he pushed her away a second time, he tried to look up at her but his eyes were unfocused. Falling forward, he caught himself with his hands on the carpet. A wordless grunt could be heard as his arms trembled and then gave out. He fell face down on the floor with a sigh.

Immediately, She rushed to put the cuffs on his wrists. She winced as she realised she should have given herself more time but then she quickly continued. When both cuffs were tightly closed, she dashed over to the pulley rope. As she hoisted the chains up, they rattled loudly and Michael groaned as his arms slowly lifted off the floor. She knew she shouldn't go too fast, but she didn't have much time. It gave her a cold pit in her stomach as she continued to pull the chains further and further up, lifting his shoulders off the floor and pulling him up to a kneeling position with his arms up above his head.

She winced again as she attached the rope to the hook on the wall to make sure it wouldn't slip. She couldn't possibly lift him further up and the way his head bobbed told her he was waking up. She waited right next to the hook on the wall, out of reach.

Shaking his head, he made the chains rattle as he tried and failed to touch his forehead. He frowned groggily and groaned. With his armpits exposed like this, the sheer size of his shoulders was on full display and it made him shift uncomfortably on his knees.

"How are we feeling?" She said with a wicked grin. "Is this what you wanted?"

He looked up at her angrily grinding his teeth but he said nothing. The chains rattled as he moved again and he looked up at them as if he just figured out what was going on.

"Are we comfortable?" She tilted her head to give him a teasing look.

He clenched his jaw and rose to his feet, perhaps an attempt to approach her. Immediately Octavia pulled the chains taut and fastened the rope to the hook again.

"Thank you, that was just what I needed." She stepped into his personal space to show him that she had him trapped now. "This is perfect, isn't it?" She reached up to tenderly stroke his beard.

His eyes followed her with every move, even though he shifted to avoid her tender touch. The chains loudly punctuated his every motion.

With both her hands touching his beard, she raised her eyebrows at him. "Why don't you speak?"

His lips trembled before he bared his teeth at her. "I have nothing to say." His deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

Again that teasing look. "I thought you were going to loudly protest! I sound-proofed the room and everything!"

He huffed and growled wordlessly at her, giving her a disdainful look.

Tilting her head the other way, she grinned at him and said in a sing-song voice: "Oh come on. It's no fun if you don't protest."

"Make me!" He snarled at her.

She backed away towards the bed, still grinning. "Alright, let's see what tools you picked out for me to make you cry out and moan." She put the handkerchief down and touched the other things lying there, thinking about what to say.

Behind her, he huffed and shifted again, testing the restraints.

"Now this…" She picked up the heavy box chain collar and held it up to his eye-level. "This is a beautiful chainmail collar made by a friend of mine. It would look so nice around your neck, don't you think?"

He froze and gave her a dirty look, as if this was not what he had expected. When she approached, he made no attempt to fight her as she put the collar around his neck and closed the clasp. The metal was cold and heavy against his skin, but he didn't even flinch. 

"It looks so good on you." She said as she stepped back to look at him. "Is that why you chose it?"

His eyes closed and he grumbled. "I thought it was an impact toy."

She gasped. "You want me to hit you with a heavy metal chain?"

"No." He growled and turned away.

She grabbed the baton and poked him in the ribs with it. "But you want me to hit you with this."

He winced and clenched his jaw. "No," he whispered under his breath.

"No?" She slapped the baton in her own hand as she circled around to his back. "You don't want me to do this?" The baton was heavier than any of the other impact toys she was used to, making it come down on his backside harder than she intended.

He grunted and stumbled forward, the chains rattling above his head. His jaw clenched and he kept his eyes on the floor.

She studied his handsome features while she struck him again and again on the area covered by his boxers, watching him stumble and try to hold his balance, watching him tense up to absorb the pain silently. After five or six strikes, she patted his shoulder and asked: "Where are you from?"

The chains noisily moved as he straightened up and swallowed, catching his breath. Then his lips curled and he bared his teeth to growl at her. "Hardmore."

Her eyes widened with surprise. She paused for a moment, thinking about the appropriate reply as she stared at his naked back. The meaning of his response was clear.

With the baton under her arm, she drew up close to his back and reached around to dig her claws into his chest. "You didn't come here for a beating," she whispered to him. "You came to me because you want something far worse than a rubber baton. Isn't that right?" She could feel him clench up as she embraced him, and he inhaled sharply feeling her fingernails on his skin. 

"No." He tried to remain stoic and still but she was leaving red marks on his pecs with her claws. The chains clanged terribly as he shifted and turned to shake her off his back.

She retreated to the bed with a devilish grin on her lips. "It's all no no no with you. Can you even say anything else?" She held his gaze, still grinning.

He clenched his jaw shut and rolled his shoulders but he said nothing more.

After a moment of thought, she drew up close to his chest this time to caress his face with the side of the baton. She could feel his jaw tremble under her touch. "I want to hear you say yes. I want to hear you admit that you like this. That you get off on this." Her free hand reached down to cup his crotch, pressing against the growing bulge there.

He flinched and his breath hitched. He avoided her eyes and his face turned red.

"Where are you from?" She asked in a hot whisper.

He swallowed and his eyes closed for a second. "Hardmore," he replied breathlessly.

She tossed the baton away over her shoulder and as it landed behind her with a thud, she grasped his chin and held his gaze. "This right here." She didn't really move her other hand, but the bulge moved in reaction to her voice. "This is all I need. No clubs, no whips, not even your belt. I just need this. You love this. Don't you?"

He turned around to escape her touch. The chains tangled up and pulled his hands even further above his head. 

Chuckling, she grabbed the hair on the back of his head, and she dug the claws of her other hand into his butt. She pulled his head back by his hair until she could whisper in his ear. "Seems uncomfortable, my dear. Let me make it worse."

He shook and the chains squeaked but he couldn't move. The way she pulled on his hair was disorienting and he had trouble focusing his eyes.

"I'm sure there are parts of your body where you feel pain right now." She could feel how warm his buttocks still were from the baton. Her sultry voice took on a sadistic tone as she dug her claws in deeper. "It's so hard to ignore, isn't it? That searing, stabbing pain, it seems to pierce through your skin and penetrate you, reverberating through your bones, can you feel that?"

With a low grunt he backed up against her to push her away, and she finally let go of him. He shifted on his feet to loudly untangle the chains and he gave her a dirty look.

"So you feel it?" She held his gaze and curled her fingers into a claw gesture in the air. "All because I'm doing this? Do you feel that pain throb and grow because I'm doing this now? Do you?"

His eyes widened and his brow furrowed. "How are you doing that?" He uttered under his breath.

"How am I doing what?" She flexed and then clawed her hand while holding his gaze. "This?"

He gasped and his breath quickened. His body clenched up just like it did when she was beating him and his face reddened.

Her eyes held him captive as she clawed in a slow, steady rhythm. "You like that, don't you?" Her voice was low and sultry.

"No, stop it. Let me go." He hissed as he clenched his fists around the chains to stop them from making that awful noise every time he shifted.

She approached until her claw was only inches from his face, staring at him so he couldn't look away. "I wonder where you feel this. Here perhaps?" She pressed her other claw into his chest.

He grunted through clenched teeth and there was an intensity in his eyes that matched the tension in his body.

Stepping closer, she reached around and raked her free claw over his back. "Or here?" His face was so close, she gave him a little playful peck on the cheek.

He growled like a caged animal as he tried to evade her kiss.

She cupped her free hand over the bulge in his shorts without really pressing hard, but she flexed her claw in front of his face dramatically. "Or here?"

He jolted and clenched his mouth shut to stifle a moan. He lowered his eyes but he kept glancing at her claw.

"Do you like this, my dear?" She squeezed her hand around his erection, with a hint of her fingertips grazing his balls, while her claw flexed and curled up at a steady pace.

His breath hitched as he swallowed another moan.

With her lips brushing his ear, she whispered: "Where are you from?"

"Still Hardmore." He uttered almost inaudibly.

"Oh you lovely masochist." Octavia started to alternate clawing the air and clawing his crotch for real. She gave him another little kiss and asked: "Which do you like more?"

He grimaced, eyes shut, and after a few quick, shallow breaths a deep moan escaped his throat.

"You suffer so beautifully…" Her voice was a hot whisper as her claw dug into the fabric of his boxers. "My captive. Can't escape. Can't even move. Can't think. All mine now. And you love it, don't you?"

He whimpered. His knees went weak and the chains squeaked as he clenched his hands around them to hold himself up.

"You can tell me you love it." She cooed as she gave him a moment to breathe, tenderly patting his bulge. "Or you can just thank me. Whichever you prefer, my dear."

His chest and shoulders heaved as he tried to catch his breath. His hands let go of the chains and they rattled as he tried and failed to regain his balance. His head collided with hers as he leaned in closer to whisper: "Can't stand… Please… Down… And then more…"

"Hold on." She replied as she loosened the rope so he could sink down to his knees. The first knot was still there, so his hands were still up above his head. She crouched in front of him to touch his face. "Where are you from?"

He panted, shaking his head as he vacantly stared off at the floor. After a moment, he met her gaze with wet eyes and hoarsely asked: "Why does it have to be Ohio? I think it's Ohio…"

Immediately, she hugged him. "I'm so proud of you. You did so well." And then she started to let him out of the chains.