Eventually, three sets of clamps were selected. One was quite tiny and flat and fierce, which Jen explained were ideal to be worn in public when a Mistress wanted her sub to be secretly erotically tormented while out and about. The second was much larger and had a set screw which could dial its force from barely tolerable to actively-groan-inducing. And the third had little rings from which could be suspended miniature battery-powered vibrators and fishing weights. These were left on me as the others were added to a giant black plastic shopping bag with the crossed-riding-crop emblem of the establishment discreetly embossed on its exterior.
Then I was guided to a device bolted into the linoleum that Jen called her floor demo spanking horse. It resembled a saw-horse, but was narrower and t
