“You don’t want to deaden your senses, do you? I have so much planned for you tonight.”
Without even looking, I recognized his voice.
“You’re right, Master. I’m sorry.”
He grabbed my wrist and led me away.
“I think you’ll find what I have planned for you will excite you more than that glass of wine.”
Moments later we stood at the thick, rugged wooden doors of his dungeon.
“Are you ready, slave?”
“Yes, Master. Please give me the pain that I crave. Let me serve you.”
As the door closed and locked behind me, I looked once more at the pain causing devices placed around the room. I immediately realized that this was not just a dungeon, it was an actual torture chamber where I’d probably spend my entire weekend.
“I doubt if you’ll need those clothes,” he said. “Why don’t you take them o
