I stood in the doorway but didn’t really notice the room.  I saw only Lisa.  She was bathed in amber light shining from above and in front of her.  The neon from the deli sign intermittently lit up the tall windows in the far wall, casting a pulsating red glow on either side of her.  She sat on a high stool in the space between the windows.  Just as Frank had instructed, her hands were clasped behind her head, her knees spread wide apart.  She wore a shear red blouse.  Her small breasts were thrust forward.  Under the blouse there seemed to be something attached to her nipples, something metallic.  She had on a pleated short red skirt.  Her shaved pussy was in full view, open and wet.  Around her neck was a leather collar.  On her feet were black leather pumps with heels so high I didn’t think she would be able to stand in them.  They were the kind of special-order shoes advertised in fetish magazines.  The stiletto heels were hooked over the middle rung of the stool.   

     Her hair had been cut short, straight in the back with bangs across her forehead.  It was a rich black and framed her face beautifully.  Her lips were bright red, their natural fullness slightly exaggerated.  They glistened in the light.  Over her eyes was tied a heavy black cloth blindfold.  A plain kitchen chair had been placed about six feet in front of her. I noticed several video cameras secured to brackets in the ceiling and on the walls.  They were silent, but I saw that the tiny red lights were on which meant the cameras were operating. Whatever she said and did would be recorded.  The tapes would be edited and sold privately to wealthy men, no doubt as perverted as Frank and Silk.

     She sensed that I was in the archway.  I saw the muscles in her face and neck tighten, then relax.  “Sit down, Billy,” she said softly.  I sat in the chair facing her.  Immediately, my cock stiffened and pushed against my pants.  I waited.  After a little while, she took a deep breath,  “What are we to each other, Billy?” she asked.   

     “We’re married.  We’re husband and wife.”

     “And why are you here?”

     I wanted to rip her damn blindfold off.  I wanted to lift her from the stool and carry her to the couch where we could sit together and talk like two normal people.  “Because, Lisa, I love you.  I’m here because I want you to leave this place.  I want you to come home with me.  I want us to be the way we were.  Please, Lisa, come with me now.”

     She drew her knees together and unclasped her hands from behind her head. I thought she would jump down, and tear off the blindfold, and run to me.  But, after a moment, she slowly spread her knees again and, once more, placed her hands behind her neck.  The chain between her breasts swayed slightly.  She sat quietly struggling, it seemed to me, to regain her composure.  Finally, she spoke,  “Let me ask the question a different way,” she said.  “What did you think you might see here tonight?”

     “I...I don’t know.”

     “Did you expect to see me like this, dressed like this?  Did you expect to see me sitting up here on a stool with my legs wide apart, with my...my...myself open and exposed to those cameras in the ceiling?  Did you expect to see me in these impossible heels?  Did you think I would be wearing this blindfold and these...these...clips?  Is this what you expected?”

     I knew these were lines she’d been instructed to say.  I knew this was part of the act, that these were Frank’s words.  “No, Lisa, I didn’t expect you to...to…”

     She interrupted,  “Do you know, Billy, that I have spent most of the day getting ready, most of the day asking myself what he would like, what I can do to please him.”

     “Frank?” I asked.

     “No, Billy, Mr. Silk.”  She paused,  “Mr. Silk,” she repeated.  “Two weeks ago Frank did what he had threatened.  He gave me to Mr. Silk.  It took almost a week for me to understand that I’m now Silk’s, that I truly belong to him.  While I am in this apartment, Billy, I...I almost never think about Frank, or you, or even...even my son, Richie.  I think about when Silk comes home...I think about the things I must do to try to please him.”

     “No, Lisa,” I cried, “not him...you couldn’t willingly give yourself to...to, that filthy bastard!”

     It was a moment before she answered, “I never in a million years would have believed that it could happen, but it has, Billy.  It happened in only a week.”

     “Lisa, do you know what you’re saying?”  I argued.  “You hate Silk.  How many times have you said that?  You can’t stand the sight of that crazy pervert.  And, Lisa, you’re afraid of him.  He wants nothing more than to hurt you.  We both know that.”

     She nodded,  “That’s all true, Billy.  When he puts his dirty hands on me I want to scream.  It’s as hard now for me to look at him as it was the first time I saw him.  And you’re right about Silk wanting to hurt me because now he does.  He humiliates me and punishes me every day and night, Billy, every day and night.  He grabs me, Billy, and hurts me.  He tells me to kiss him and I do.   I kiss him, Billy.  I kiss him a lot. He orders me to...to...” she shook her head, unable to go on.

     “They’re making you do these things,” I began to argue.

     “I could have left any time.  The first few days, I almost did.  He’s a thousand times worse than Frank.  You have no idea how he...how he.”  She stopped to regain her composure.  “But, Billy, much as I wanted to leave, I didn’t. No one is making me do anything.  He doesn’t make me kiss him.  I just do.  I do whatever he tells me to do.  I can still go, Billy.  I can just walk away.”  She paused and tried to smile,  “But, as you see, here I am.”

     “For God’s sake, Lisa,” I pleaded, “not Silk...he’s old, he’s ugly and vicious.  How does he hurt you? Jesus, Lisa, please, please, come to your senses.  Leave.  Get out of here now!”

     “Billy,” she said, “this pussy you are looking at is for Silk to use.  He can have it any time he wants it.  Do you see how I’ve shaved it for him?  Do you see how wet it is?  Do you know why it’s wet, Billy?  It’s wet because all day I’ve been thinking of only one thing.  I’ve been thinking that I belong to him.  The idea that I belong to him disgusts me.  Sometimes it terrifies me.  But also in some horribly strange way being Silk’s woman excites me...You can see how it excites me.  I’m always wet.  I can’t help it.  I’m always ready.  In the pit of my stomach there is always this...this feeling.  I...I...just kind of...kind of...I can’t tell you, Billy.  I can’t begin to understand it myself.  I can’t explain it.”