Craig was naked from the waist up and tied to a metal bed frame by sturdy ropes. His arms were spread apart as if he was being crucified or about to. While he could definitely say this was not the worst predicament he had gotten involved in, it was still a far cry from all the fun and extravagant things he hoped to be doing on the night of his thirtieth anniversary.
The house he was in was unfamiliar to him but the feminine touch was undeniable. The sheets were pink and purple, there were cozy pillows everywhere and the air smelled of an exotic vintage perfume like the one his mother used to wear when he was a little boy. It was inviting and yet somewhat creepy, a trip down memory lane that couldn’t possibly have a happy ending. 
Craig didn’t know how he had got there. The last thing he remembered was hitting the new club downtown with his cousin Jace and his girlfriend Bella, having a drink at the counter, and then total blackness for at least a couple of hours. Had he been drugged and kidnapped by an unscrupulous party hoping to get a ransom out of him? If so, then they were in for a rude awakening for not only did he not have any money, no one he knew would pay a dime to get him back.
He was a poor man. Craig worked at retail for minimum wage and brutal shifts where he had to pretend he loved smiling and putting up with the customer’s antics. Every day that went by and he was forced to wear that stupid yellow and red uniform with a plastic nametag stuck to his chest was an insult to his intelligence and he didn’t take it too kindly to insult. When he wasn’t on the clock, he dreamed of finding a new job, preferably one that embraced creativity instead of suppressing it, but the job market had anything but real opportunities waiting for him and risking the safety of his position for an uncertain future was not something he could do on a whim.
Going to the movies and hanging out with friends and family on his off days were the only two pleasures in life he still nurtured regularly although, after that night, things were sure to change.
Craig struggled against the ropes hoping to break free but to no avail. The knots were too tight and his fingers felt slippery and unresponsive. If he had indeed been drugged, then the effects hadn’t worn off yet. Craig bit his tongue and yelled,
“Hello? Hello, is anyone there? What the fuck do you want? Let me out!”
There was no answer so instead of wasting his breath, he took a better look at his surroundings to see if he could find a clue as to his precise location as well as to look for a way out. He found nothing noteworthy so he moved on to the next course of action: trying to brute force and see what came out of it. While he lacked hand mobility, he could still move his legs and feet. If everything else failed, then a good old kicking and screaming could just be the way to get his captor’s attention.
Craig pulled his legs up and hit the mattress one, two, three times wriggling and contorting himself as if he had been possessed by an angry demon. He repeated the frantic movements for about five minutes but neither the bed nor the frame budged. He was stuck and getting antsier by the second. 
“Fuck!” he vociferated. “I want out, you hear? Release me right now!”
There was movement coming from the room next door, followed by the sound of high heels clicking on the floor. Craig looked at the bedroom door as a shadow stopped by it before opening it far and wide. A redhead woman with voluptuous breasts stood by the threshold. She was wearing a red PVC bustier, matching mini-skirt, black fishnet stockings, and ankle-high platform boots. The dominant ensemble didn’t impress him but the person wearing it did. Much to his surprise, it was his cousin’s girlfriend and she waltzed in, sporting an evil grin on her black-painted lips.
“Bella?” he mumbled, barely believing his eyes.
Ever since he had moved from the countryside to the big city Jace had dated many different women over the years from beautiful-looking princesses who were a bore to be around to heavily tattooed goths with more piercings than a human body should be able to stand- He wasn’t picky but he wasn’t very good at the wooing and seduction part either. Jace’s relationships usually started with a bang only to end in a whimper only a few weeks later. Craig couldn’t stand the crazy ones but he actually believed Jace had hit the jackpot with Bella until that very moment.
“Hello, Craig. I hope you’re comfortable,” she replied. “What do you think of my place?”
“We’re in your apartment?”
“Yes. This is my spare bedroom. Do you like it?”
“No. Why the hell am I tied up like an animal? Are we playing some kinky game I’m not aware of? Because if so, I pass. Let me out, please.”
“Sorry, Craig, but I can’t do that.” Bella sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs.
“What do you mean, you can’t? Just untie me so I can go home. I’m not in the mood for shit like this right now.”
“Yeah, I know, but since you’re the one all tied up, you don’t really get to make the rules around here, right? I insist you stay a while around because the fun is only getting started.”

“No, thanks. I didn’t consent to any of this! Did you drug me at the bar to get me here?”
“No, I didn’t. You owe that to my friend Charlene behind the counter. She’s a real beauty, isn’t she? I noticed the way you were looking at her while we were there.”
“So what if I was? What’s that got to do with anything? Let me out, Bella. I don’t want to be here.”
“Again with the complaining?” Bella sighed as if she was bored out of her mind. “What’s wrong with you, Craig? Jace told me you loved having a good time, so why are you resisting this?”
“Because this is not my definition of a good time. And where’s my cousin? Is he here?”
“Of course he is. He’s getting changed as we speak, but he’ll join us in a minute. In the meantime, we can keep talking.”
“If you’re not going to undo these knots, then I’ve got nothing to say to you.”
“That’s too bad,” Bella stood up and opened the first drawer of the nightstand to his right. Inside, there was a small medical kit with two disposable syringes, a pair of transparent latex gloves, and a glass vial filled with an emerald-green liquid he couldn’t identify. “I was hoping you’d be more open to what’s to follow but I’m sure we can work something out. You’re not afraid of needles, right?”
“Bella, what is that thing? Don’t you dare, you hear? Don’t you fucking dare to stab me with it!”
“Oh, relax, crybaby. It’s your birthday, I’m here to give you the best time of your life, and all you do is flail and act stupid instead of enjoying the process. You’re too tight but this will help you loosen up, I promise.”
“Bella, for fuck’s sake!” he bit his tongue. “This isn’t funny.”
“It will be once you’re in the right frame of mind,” she finished preparing the syringe. Reaching for his defenseless right arm, she located a juicy vein and emptied the green liquid into his bloodstream. It burned on contact but as it traveled across his body, Craig was invaded by an overwhelming euphoric sensation that spread from the tip of his toes to the top of his head. 
“What the hell did you give me?” he asked.
“A little cocktail of my own design to make you more compliant until your cousin joins us. Don’t fight it and let it wash over you, okay? You’ll feel a lot better when you do.”
“I... why is everything spinning?”
“Not spinning, dear, spiraling, like you’re going into a lovely hypnotic trance for me. You don’t want to resist but simply have fun with us. Imagine this spiral within and all around you. As it spins, so do you, falling and falling. You can’t stop it for you’re the spiral too. Sink, Craig. The pleasure you’ve always been looking for is right here.”
“You’re not making any sense...” he muttered.
“I don’t have to just as long as your subconscious listens and understands the truth in my words. You need to relax, unwind, and allow yourself to experience something you’ve never experienced before. I have a gift for you, the most beautiful gift of all. It’s called submission and if you’re anything like your cousin says you are, then you’ll love and cherish this gift as if it’s the most important thing in the world because, after tonight, it will be.”
Craig wasn't interested in listening to her silky words but no matter how much he continued to struggle, the ropes wouldn’t come undone. Slowly, the muscles of his legs gave way, his limbs becoming as flaccid as his thoughts. Bella was a beautiful woman and the more she talked the more sense her proposal made.
“I don’t want...”
“Yes, you don’t want a thing,” she completed, twisting her words like a knife aimed at the very core of his being. “Wanting is wrong unlike needing. You don’t want to be here and yet now you need to. You don’t want to listen to me but you need it to happen. You don’t want to be a prisoner, but that’s all you’ve ever been. I know you’ve been miserable at work. I know you want more than what you have right now but until better days come you need to keep going and accept the grind. It hurts but it’s necessary because the real world waits for no one.
“However, this is not the real world. Here, in this little fantasy space we’ve created for you, you can open your body, mind, and soul, to countless other possibilities you never dreamed of before. This why we brought you here, Craig. This is your deliverance from the mundane. Take it and find a sliver of happiness.”
“Do as she says,” Jace droned as he entered the room on his hands and knees. He was sporting a fluffy horse costume, complete with a mask and tail.
“Jace?” Craig blabbered, eyes swelling up with tears. “What the hell are you wearing?”
“What my Mistress told me to. I always obey her orders, cousin, You should too.”
“You’re all fucking insane.”
“Shh, Craig...” Bella sat on top of his now completely still legs. “There’s nothing insane about taking a break from the outside world for a moment. You need this and you know it. If you can’t have control over your life, then you might as well give it to someone who knows to use it for something good.”
“What is so good about this?” he struggled to breathe. His voice was failing yet his cock was getting harder. Why couldn’t he stop?
“Everything if you stop struggling and nothing if you don’t. Accept the fantasy and embrace your role just like he did. You need to obey.”
“Stop saying that.”
“Only when you say it, too. You need to obey. You will obey... You need to obey. You will obey... You need to obey. You will obey...”
Bella wrapped her hands around his tumescent cock as she repeated her brainwashing mantra and smiled when his eyes rolled to the back of his head from the pleasure. “We’re here to have fun and nothing more. You need to have fun for once in your life. Obey, Craig. Surrender and obey, and it will all be yours.”
A tempting offer for sure, he thought as the drugs continued to ransack his nervous system. If this wasn’t a real kidnapping but some sort of intervention, it was still one of the most bizarre things ever.
“If I say yes, will you let me go afterward?”
“But of course,” Bella replied. “We’re not here to hold you back but simply set you on a different path. Find your freedom in service as Jace did. Obey.”
“Yeah, I can do that...” he said as he came in her hand. He hated being tied up but this was already a thousand times better than having to hear another customer whining about prices. “Live a little, right?”
“And have as much fun as possible...” his cousin said. 
“I need to obey…” Craig finally succumbed to the promise of pleasure and fireworks exploded in his mind. It was going to be one hell of a weekend.

The End