I groaned, trying to cover my head with a pillow only to find I was on a cold stone floor, my wrists and ankles bound.My eyes flashed open and I leapt...agilely to my feet, a snarl filling the air. There wasn't much slack in my bound ankles and I had to hold myself absolutely still so I wouldn't topple over, my head swimming and pounding as my body fought whatever drug they'd given me.Looking around, I saw I was in a cage in an unfinished basement that smelled of mildew, earth and feces as well. I saw a very young, beautiful 20-something stepping in. She just wore a knee-length frock. As soon as she saw me, her eyes were transfixed on my VIP frenchie as is she had never seen a semi-naked man before. I recovered from that shock. My penis had already wound up back to half inch and it was sitting deep inside somewhere. She said here name was Usha. I said do you live with your mother and for how long. Don’t know why I asked that and what I wanted to know. I just wanted to make a. She sent me a couple of photos, and oh my, I was super excited. Her pics had her with shoulder length black hair, fishnet like t-shirt on, and pink panties on; she was looking away from the camera though, but the pic was very convincing. You can see the shape of her cute butt, her pale white skin, which was attractive for my taste because I like White crossdressers, women, and etc. Her other pic that she was in had her wearing black latex boots with her thick uncut cock lying down on the couch.. I slapped her face hard, three times, she yelped and began to cry.“So tell me” I growled, “What instruments do you have for me to punish you with?”“I have a school cane and a short whip sir” she sobbed. I slapped her three more times.“That’s not good enough bitch” I snapped, “We’ll have to pass by my place to get some real torture equipment” I began to get dressed, she reached for her clothes as well, I punched her in the stomach and she fell to the floor.“I didn’t tell you to get dressed” I.