I'd met Gwen at one of those trendy Rio nightclubs. And while it's highly unusual to meet someone who'd heard of my work she'd actually seen a few photos of some of my more publicly displayed pieces. An undergrad art student at Columbia, the stark realism and darkly perilous themes portrayed in my work deeply intrigued Gwen. And when I asked if she'd like to tour of my studio she accepted without a moment's hesitation.
When we reached my studio I casually offered Gwen a glass of wine and asked her if she'd like to see my latest creation. When she commented that I hadn't poured myself a glass I casually commented that I'd planned to do some work later that night.
"This piece I've entitled "Janice", she was commissioned by a wealthy Japanese banker for the entrance to his extensive collection of medieval European instruments of torture and execution. As you can see by her perilous position and her strict latex attire and matching restraints she's a mixture of both erotic fetish and deadly peril. With her stocking clad toes straining to keep her up upon those widely spaced glass spheres Janice can already feel the blunt tip of the impalement post pressing painfully upward against her cervix. And, if Janice should suddenly lose her balance, by the time her toes touch the floor the tip of that impalement post would be pressing into the underside of her heart."
Gwen stared up at my "Janice" figure as she said, "I knew your work was incredible but I never imagined anything this intensely erotic, this darkly sadistic. The photos I'd seen of some of your work never did justice to the utter realism of your creations." Pausing for the briefest of moments she smiled and added, "So, what are you working on tonight?"
Smiling back I laughed and said, "I thought you'd never ask."
I turned and led Gwen over to a raised wooden wedge, one with a painfully sharp looking metal saw tooth blade ominously decorating its narrow upper edge.
"This is the start of my latest work, a piece commissioned by a highly placed member of the British royalty. And, as you can imagine, being British, the emphasis for this piece is a decidedly more rubber fetish theme then a purely perilous one."
I smiled at the sight of Gwen's dilated pupils and the look of growing confusion in her lovely eyes as I continued, "Of course, I think you'll soon discover that with these sharp saw teeth this project certainly holds the promise of agonizing torment."
I could see the sudden realization in Gwen's eyes, the look of overwhelming terror on her beautiful young face as she opened her mouth to object only to discover she couldn't speak. Smiling at the look of shock in her eyes I said, "I guess by now you've discovered that the wine I gave you was drugged. I've given you one of the new synthetic date rape drugs, one that fully suppresses its victim's free will, even her ability to make the simplest of decisions."
Pausing to remove the almost empty wine glass from Gwen's hand I continued, "As you can imagine the drug will begin to wear off in a few hours but by then you'll be tightly bound, wearing a strict rubber corset and be riding the saw toothed edge of this wooden wedge."
Less then two hours later my conversion was complete.
I'd never felt more helpless in my entire life, I'd simply stood then, offering absolutely no resistance while I watched Minos remove all my clothing. Humiliated, I'd even complied when he ordered my to spread my legs so he could shave my crotch.
The sight of that heavy rubber corset with its attached collar sending waves of panic coursing though my brain but I still found myself unable to resist. I wanted to scream when he started to lace it up, his snide comment that I should have gone on a diet only adding to my frustration and growing anger as he brutally tightened the corset lacing until the corset was fully closed, my waist reduced by an unimaginably breathtaking full six inches.
I found it utterly impossible to resist the simplest of commands. I could see that heavy rubber arm binder he was holding in his hands but when he asked me to place my arms behind my back I did so without hesitation. The unyielding rubber arm binder encased my arms all the way up to my shoulders and attached to the back of my collar. I stood there helplessly as he carefully laced up the arm binder, its inescapable tightness drawing my arms and shoulders further back as its heavy embrace until my elbows met.
I could see the look of sadistic anticipation in his eyes as he casually picked me up in his arms and carried me toward the waiting raised wooden wedge. Releasing my legs Minos carefully lowered my onto the wedge, it's considerable girth forcing my thighs apart, spreading the intimate folds of my sex until the sharp teeth of the crotch blade pressed painfully deep into my brutally violated crotch.
Additional restraints quickly followed, first pinning my ankles up against the back of my thighs. Then, an obscenely oversized back rubber ball gag, I wanted to resist but all he had to say was "open wide" I found myself meekly and helplessly complying. And when it came time for the blindfold I didn't even bother to try resisting.
Struggling to come to terms with the unrelenting agony radiating from the depths of my crotch the sudden explosion of raw agony as the needle stabbed deep into the back of my neck came as a complete surprise. I felt a sudden sensation of coldness spreading up and down my spine as I felt Minos injecting me with the needle's contents.
Removing the needle from the back of Gwen's neck Minos smiled sadly as he spoke, "Gwen, I've just injected you with a drug called "Hiberzine", it's an experimental drug originally developed for the European space agency. They were looking for a way to place astronauts in suspended animation so they could survive year's long space flights to the outer planets. Unfortunately, while the drug did suspend all biological functions including respiration and the heart it had some unanticipated side effects. Sadly the test subjects, while physically in a state of suspended animation, remained fully conscious with a dramatically heightened tactile sensation for the full length of the tests."
Smiling at the woman he knew was utterly and totally terrified by this point, Minos smiled as he continued, "And, you should be happy to hear that one of the side effects of "Hiberzine" is total and complete body rigidity. In about 15 minutes you will be fully in a state of suspended animation, you're heart will stop, you will stop breathing and while fully aware of your surroundings Gwen, you will be utterly and totally unable to move."
Minos couldn't help but chuckle as he continued, "And Gwen, you should know that while a single injection of "Hiberzine" is estimated to put a person into a state of suspended animation that could possibly last for tens of thousands of years, and when the company that developed the drug went out of business and I bought the exclusive rights to "Hiberzine", I also bought exclusive rights to it's antidote. That is, before I erased all the antidote information from the records."
I spent the next few weeks on display in Minos's studio. Eventually, the Japanese banker who ordered "Janice" came to collect her. A few days later the customer who'd ordered the un-named woman suspended within the vertical rack behind me came to claim his prize, and from what I overheard his ex-wife was destined to become little more then a sadistically erotic decoration in his den. I wonder is he even knows she's still alive and aware, and if he does know would he even care?
It was only a few days after "Janice" left that the man who'd ordered me arrive to inspect his commissioned artwork. Listening to his delight I think I would have blushed if it was still possible. He truly loved the way the polished waist crushing rubber corset and the unyielding restraints accented the submissive femininity of my tightly bound body. And, despite the unrelenting agony radiating from the intimate depths of my brutally abused crotch, the sensation of his fingertips lightly brushing across one of my erect nipples sent almost unimaginable waves of erotic delight coursing thought my tightly bound body.
Ironically, the English Lord who'd ordered me wasn't all that interested in the aspects of intimate physical contact with his latest purchase. Instead, I found myself as a display, in his private study under a glass dome. And, while it's unimaginably hard to tell just how long I've been entombed, for all I know centuries may have passed since I was sold.
Still, I wish Minos had given me the choice. I think he would have been surprisedů