(The narrator should be somewhat sophisticated, but it is intentionally gender-neutral. Adopt it to suit your needs, or keep it vague!)

They say humans are the most advanced species because we are able to develop tools.

Tools are not scary.

Oh sure, they can have scary consequences...they may even look scary...but they in themselves are not scary.

Take the rope that is around you. Simple, brown rope. Not scary. But when it's restraining you to that bed, well, then it may seem to be.

Same could be said for that tape over you mouth. Even the bed, with it's white silk sheets. I washed them just for you. You may still
be able to smell the lavender soap I used.

Simple. Not scary.

Even people can be used as tools. An assistant is used as a tool to help an executive. Employees are tools to help their boss make
money. Even the Pope, gladly used as a tool to help further his god.

You will be used as a tool for my pleasure. And I will be a willing tool in your suffering.

You will hurt. You will beg. You will cry, and you will bleed. And all of it will not stop me.

Do not worry, you will walk out of here alive. Well, maybe crawl. I havn't decided if I will break your legs or not. Perhaps just
your arms.

Fear is also a tool. A tool I am very familiar with. As such, I know tears. Your tears are not the first that have been spilt on that
bed. Nor will they be the last. But they will be sweet all the same. If I may?

(Narrator kisses the tears on the victim's face)

Salt. A tool used to season food. I find salt in tears, however, to be very sweet.

You know, in this line of work, you become accustomed to various types of tools. This one, for example.

(Sound of a knife opening, optional)

Oh do not whimper, you knew this was coming. At least, you should have. I thought you were smarter than that. Look at how the moonlight
gleams off the edge. A very scary looking tool, some would say. But if I just put it on the ground, like so...see? It won't hurt you
like this. In fact, it won't hurt you at all. It is a tool, it simply does it's job. Now look in my eyes. It is I that will hurt
you. Do not hold back, you have permission to cry. It can be good for you even.

Hmmm...a lot your skin is untouched. You are a good little canvas. Very clean, no tattoos or piercings, not even a bruise.

I want to give you a memento of this night. I think a heart, one on each of your upper arms should do it. You may scream, but remember,
you are powerless to stop it.

(Narrator may improvise here, maybe comment on the craftsmanship of the mark or how much, or little, the listener is struggling)

There we go. Don't worry, I didn't cut too deep...should scar over by the time I'm done with you actually. Let me just clean this
off...have you ever tasted blood? The mouthful of pennies comparison is very spot on. Now then, to really get started. I like...tasting,
for lack of a better word. Oh do not worry, I won't eat you. Too much effort, to be candid. But I will require you to lift your head
for me. I want to taste your neck.

(Pause)

Now be a good canvas. I want to leave another mark on you. We could, a-hem, *cut* this short if you would like. That's what I thought.

(Narrator makes a biting sound, maybe even growling. Be creative!)

There we go. You taste as well as I thought you would. And that should leave a nice mark for the next...mmmm...week or so. However, I
am simply not satisfied. I must taste your chest as well...that means your shirt must come off...and untying you is not an option...oh
well. Let's hope these clothes weren't too expensive.

(Ripping sound, optional)

There we are, all exposed. Oh you look absolutely lovely my dear.

(Kissing, sucking noises. again, improvise, make specific comments that you think the narrator would make)

You know, there's a lack of red here...let us fix that, shall we? I am open to suggestions...oh of course, you can not give any...well,

how about a star? For your star performance so far.

(Comments, optional)

Now, for dessert. Unfortunately, I can't simply cut open your pants. Oh don't look too relieved, I still intend to have my fun. Let
me just...unbutton...and slide down...there, to your ankles. Oh, you're just as perfect as I thought. Have you been enjoying our little
session? Certainly seems like it. Let me just

(Narrator performs oral sex on the listener, until orgasm. Make it as long or as short as you like!)

Seems you enjoyed it quite a lot for someone who was only crying moments ago. Well, I had my fill. Now what to do with
you...hmmmm...seems to risky to move you now, given the time...I suppose you will stay the night here. I simply can not untie you,
however. Too risky, you understand. Ah ah ah, no point trying to beg, I can't understand what you are saying anyway. Oh well...hope
you stay comfortable.