James
Down… Along the corridor to the end room… My playroom.
My mouth quirks as I consider the likely reaction of strangers entering here: racks, restraints, a spanking horse, the four-poster at the end… Not a place one brags about in public, for all the pleasure I have had there with my friend and my Jade-Eyes.
But this room holds another secret.
Making my way to a rack affixed to the stone wall, I press at what is apparently a knot in the timber. With a quiet click, the rack swings and opens to reveal the entrance beyond.
I’d always hoped we would never need to use it, but right now, Michael’s tunnel represents my only hope of safety. Stepping inside, I pull the door quietly closed behind me and breathe…
I have time now. No-one will find this entrance without a very careful sear
