Caramel Latte - Aimi

“You look beautiful tonight, can I buy you a drink?”

“Thank you, you look dashing as well. Caramel latte please.”

“Caramel latte?”

“Bitter and sweet. Intense flavour in your mouth.”

“Would it be bitter and sweet like your personality?”

“Maybe…”

“A trick to get a boy home tonight?”

“Hopefully.”

Later that evening, the young man’s vision became hazy. Night falls, he managed to woke up from the deep sleep. Head pounding and confused, the young man tried to tug his hand but it was cuffed on the end of the bed post while his legs was chained to the other end of the bed post. Chest half exposed, he tried again tugging the cuff but ended up cutting the first layer of his skin. Eyes looked around the room where spanks, red rope and sharp needles were display. His eyes froze to a woman standing in front of her wearing a full body black spandex suit that covered her face except her eyes and mouth. In her hand, she held a lather belt which she held tightly.

“What… where am I?!”

“You are in caramel latte”

“What?”

“You are in my domain.”