"Drink it," he said to me. I wasn't sure I wanted to.

I mean, I had no real reason not to. Even though my hands were tied, I could still move them in front of me.

I just felt a little uneasy, the slightest bit of apprehension starting to creep up in my stomach.

"I…"

"I said drink it."

He didn't sound menacing or anything like that. Just the slightest bit more forceful.

It was enough for me.

I didn't argue any further.

If he wanted me to drink the damn stuff, then I would.

I was going to show him I could please him.

No problem.

So I took the drink, and downed it.

Swiftly.

Too swiftly.

Perhaps if I'd taken more time, I might have realized that there was a slightly funny taste to the brew.

I didn't, until it was too late. And then, it was just that.

Too late.

My hands went to my head. "Ohhhh…"

"What's the matter…"

"I don't know… I feel dizzy…"

"Well… don't worry…"

"I… I…"

And then the world went black.

When I awoke, I was… well, let me see if I can describe this scene to you.

I was standing on my feet, stripped of my dress.

I had no idea how it had gotten off me.

Of course, I knew, but I didn't really want to know.

So I pretended it was a mystery.

My arms were suspended well above my head.

Hanging by ropes that were entwined around my wrists.

And that hurt!

Now, as I looked down, I saw my feet spread on the floor, attached to cuffs that were held in place by short, strong chains.

And the lighting was different.

It was all glowing and wonderful!

And showed me for the first time just what this room look like.

A dungeon!

That's where I was!

Locked inside of a dungeon, with a gorgeous hunk of a man who somehow got off on having me naked, in chains.