The Flame Within

"Upon entering here, you will be dominated and required to relinquish a part of yourself. But in doing so you will gain much more in return.  Do you understand?" She nodded, though she would have agreed with anything he said at that moment.  He produced a pair of shiny steel handcuffs, holding them to intersect her gaze.  He released her arm, "Turn around." She noticed her feet complying with his command. 

Her pulse racing, slightly muffling the sound of the cuffs ratcheting closed around her wrists. Now she understood! Yet her apprehension was stifled by the intensity of her excitement and domination, "This can't be happening!" she thought.  Her attempts to separate her wrists convinced her that it was indeed happening.

 

The man was adept.  He had rotated her wrists so that her palms faced outward.  Her fingers found only empty air; the cuffs prevented her from moving her hands to any useful position.  His hand was on the knob again, his eyes on hers.  "Do you still wish to enter?" She nodded.  The door opened to reveal a dull amber light, a sourceless glow of a hundred candles.  The carpet was thick and warm. 

The green door closed, and the world that she knew disappeared at the same moment. A single chair afforded the only furnishing for the room.  He left her standing near the door and seated himself facing her.  "You will speak only when asked to speak.  You will follow all orders without hesitation." He pointed to a spot two feet in front of the chair.  "Come here and kneel."