A loud crash of thunder startled me and I woke scared. I looked around the room and could see many shadowed figures surrounding me. The room was dark except for one candle burning on the shelf behind me. The light did nothing to really illuminate the room and I could see the reflection of the flame behind the ghostly figures. The forms were both men and women, all were dressed in fetish garb. Leather, chains, garters, penis cages, nipples clamped, much like you might see at a fetish dungeon play party.
What is going on I wondered. I don't believe in ghosts, I don't believe in ghost, I keep saying it over and over again.
I try and speak but nothing comes out when I open my mouth. I must be going crazy I think. My body betrays my mind and I tingle with excitement.
I am gathered in the arms of the head Master, he lifted me to my feet. Still I try and call out but no sounds come out. My arms are held above my head, my feet are spread apart.
The head Master says to his people, she is a non believer, we must teach her that we exist! Show this slut that even after death there is our kind of play.
Well I will let you use your imagination as to how this slut was used, but in my fantasy Master comes home to find me bound and suspended. He of course will never pass up the opportunity to have his way with his slave and he asks how I became bound. I tell him the tale and that now I believe in ghosts!