A communal gasp greets the sight of this, followed by shrieks and laughter and a babble of excited banter. When I dramatically whip away that concealing drape pandemonium ensues.
The appearance of gleaming restraints, wires and clamps, armatures and mechanisms and especially those giant copper c***s facing in toward each other nearly causes a riot. The bar and dance floor and even many of the tables are rapidly abandoned as people either crowd in for a closer look or move from the periphery to see what the hubbub is. With only a circle of rope separating it from the raised stage, the electricity gripping the crowd has my n*****s stiffening and tingling as I flash a brilliant smile and bend over to unlock and open Slut-boy’s box.
Tonight he is bound only by chromed-steel cuffs and chains
