Some days the only way to get a little rest is to have it forced on you. Have someone tie you down and give it to you. That’s just what Sloth intends. Sloth wants to be retrained and taken. Pleased. And he’ll beg his mistress to give him what he wants.Excerpt Waking up felt strange for some reason. Like something wanted to drag him back down into sleep. As he got a little closer to wakefulness the feeling changed. It felt like he was tied down, his arms and legs unable to move more than a few inches in any direction. Then he woke up fully and realized there was no simile here. He actually was tied down. "What in the hell?" he said, or rather, tried to say. Getting words past the gag in his mouth was impossible. "Oh good, you're awake." Said a voice from the foot of the bed. Dominic lifted his head to look; he had that much mobility at least. Karen was standing at the foot of his bed. At least he thought it was Karen. It definitely looked like her. Except the long waves of her black hair were pulled back severely into a braid. And her makeup was different, bright red lipstick and dark eye shadow. She wouldn't wear something like that. She would have called it garish, he thought it looked…menacing. And then there was her outfit. His sweet Turkish girlfriend wore a black and yellow leather corset that pushed up her breasts but left them bare. The outfit had no bottom portion, her thick triangle of black hair there to be seen. It did have black fishnet stocking that connected to the corset with garters.