I dropped the quarter. I really didn't mean to. Doc had told me quite firmly to keep it held up to the wall using only my nose. I wanted to do it. I wanted so very badly to prove that I could, and to outlast his expectations of me, even though we both knew the point was for it to fall. Standing there with dogged determination, face planted into the currency to the point my nose was sore, Doc standing behind me, spanking me without warning. I thought for a split second I might be able to do this, and WHAM! His hand cut down upon me, at that spot just where the back of the thigh and the ass meet. I gasped. The coin plummeted. It careened down the wall, accompanied by a horrible echoing sound that only amplified the feeling of time slowing down until - it hit the ground. At this point there was the most brutal of silences save for the sound of the quarter rolling off on the wood floor as far away from us as possible, as if it knew that which was about to happen and didn't want to have to bear witness.

"Heh, you dropped the quarter." He said in a voice both frightening and exciting. His tone said that he expected this yet he pretended to be surprised. I could almost hear him shaking his head in shame at me.

"You dropped the quarter." He said it again, this time growling sternly in my ears as he grabbed up a handful of my hair and took me over to the main part of the floor. He orders me to my hands and knees, hikes up my dress and pulls down my bra. Commands I stay there in front of a full length mirror thats resting on a chair right at chin height. He goes to his bag of toys, which earlier in our date we systematically went through and discussed each item. I catch him lingering over the ones that really caught my attention, but instead he comes over with a collar and a heavy chain. He chains me to the chair. I feel like a hybrid of porn star Alicia Rhodes and A Christmas Carol's Jacob Marley. Then he comes over with a blindfold, but I'm not yet comfortable enough for this. I tried it on, and it was exciting, but the level of trust is not there yet, so I used the safeword and he removed it. At that moment I had a feeling of strong empathy for victims of serial killers who met on the internet. They were probably just curious and kinky girls such as myself who didn't take enough precautions. With my senses all back in functioning order he continues to build me up and then leave me hanging while he continues to dig into his bag of tricks. He pulls out his homemade spreader bar and rope. The rest of the details get hazy but I can remember seeing the possessed look in my eyes as he taunts and teases me, bound and helpless. I growl and thrash around a bit.