Changes in the Dark

Image Description: A naked woman sits in the dark, with light-colored hair coming down to her shoulders. Her mouth is open in surprise, and she has a dangling piercing at her navel. She has glowing multicolored rings around her neck, her breasts, and her wrists. Her hands are held in front of her groin.

Caption: Frank woke with a gasp,  blinking his eyes in the darkness.

“Welcome back, Mr. Scott,” said a feminine voice from somewhere unseen.

“Where am I? Who are you?” he noticed the feel of cool air all over his bare skin. “Am I naked?” He tried moving, but his wrists were bound to the chair at his groin. His ankles were tied to the chair legs. He shook at the bonds. “Untie me! Let me go!”

“You’ve been a naughty boy, Mr. Scott,” the voice said.

Whatever material his ringlike bonds were made of was strong and tight and warm, something between plastic and steel. He noticed that a ring of the same material was around his neck, two more were attached to his chest. No matter how he moved, none of them would budge.

“It will go easier if you stop struggling, Mr. Scott. Take your punishment like a man.” The voice sounded gleeful.

“What punishment? What did I do?”

“Nothing you’ll ever be able to do again,” the voice said. That’s when the bonds lit up with colors that blazed in the darkness. Reds and yellows and blues chased each other around the rings; an electric tingle danced across Frank’s skin. The rings pulsed simultaneously, and Frank yelped at the
sensation, like his skin was tightening all over. They pulsed again a few moments later, knocking the breath from his lungs, as if his ribcage suddenly squeezed inward.

Each pulse was sharp, sudden, and uncomfortable—his fingers and feet contracting, his cheekbones and jaw rearranging, his pelvis stretching—made all the more unsettling since Frank could only see glimpses his body in the flickering colors. His throat tightened at one pulse, another made it feel like
he’d been pinched hard in the nose. The tingling sensation was growing stronger—or was his skin becoming more sensitive?

Hair tickled his shoulders now, but the rest of his skin felt smooth and soft. One pulse stiffened his nipples, and another made them feel large and swollen. The swelling in his chest continued, and he finally began to realize what was the rings were doing. He opened his mouth to protest, but another pulse shocked his groin hard, turning his protest into a pained moan with a voice that was not his own. He felt his dick pull suddenly away from his bound hands, and he fumbled to find it again, grasping at a cock and balls that felt like what he’d had before puberty. Two more pulses and they were gone, leaving only smoothness and a patch of soft hair. His hands continued exploring what they could reach, and after a few more pulses, found folds and fluids that felt familiar to his fingers, but the other sensations in the region were new and foreign and addictive. The pulses continued, and Frank couldn’t remember why she felt so panicked. Her head felt funny. Where was she? Why was she naked? What were these weird glowing rings?

“Hello?” she called out.

“Hello, Miss Scott.” The voice triggered something deep in her mind, a feeling of pleasure and an overwhelming desire to please. “How do you feel?”

Fiona took a deep breath. She didn’t want to say the wrong thing. “Confused,” she said honestly. “A little sore all over.”

“That will pass soon,” said the voice. “Brace yourself, this next one will sting.”

The last pulse made Fiona squeak, as she felt a sharp pinch in her navel. She could just barely see the glint of metal in the glow from the rings, but felt the little beads tickling the sensitive skin around her belly button. Suddenly, the clouds in her mind cleared. She knew who she was and what she wanted.

She was Fiona Scott. She wanted to please Mistress, and hoped Mistress would find someone big and strong to pleasure her.

“You may stand up now, Miss Scott.”

”Yes, Mistress., Thank you, Mistress,” Fiona stood quickly, and the rings fell to the floor, save the one around her neck. Fiona smiled, and hoped Mistress would let her keep the pretty necklace.

Commentary: One of the longest ones I've ever written, and easily the most involved in terms of the formatting for the text. I'm actually pretty proud of how it turned out, and I absolutely love that photo. It screamed for a caption. Hope you enjoy it as much as I do.