The room behind the gray door is large, and covered in luxurious furnishings, but the lighting is dim – mostly candlelight, you realize, seeing flickers of flames at the outskirts.
“Subs are always blindfolded. Say ‘red’ if you want anything to stop,” the butler tells you, and you nod.
There’s a wide open space in the center of the room and a wooden construction over it, like a four poster bed with extra cross beams. A n***d and blindfolded woman’s been ornately hung from this. You gasp at seeing her and walk near. Rope ties her at regular intervals, braided across both of her legs, wrapping up her torso in an intricate series of netted knots, windowing both of her breasts, and then flowing out again over her arms, suspending her at at least ten different points back up to the beams. The
