Chapter Thirteen
The p***s Guillotine
“Here he is,” announces Wanda, one of my best procurers. “Male recruit number eighty-four, ready to join your slave harem, Mistress Erin. As you can see he’s been stripped, bathed, shaved bare everywhere and is ready for his introductory session.”
“Excellent,” I complement her. “Bring him forward and secure him to the device. We will call this one Peony.
Blindfolded and shackled with leg-irons, the newly christened Peony is led into the Welcome Room by the collar about his throat. Wanda positions him in the center of my absolute favorite piece of equipment and removes the shackles. Then under my benign supervision she begins securing him in place.
First his ankles are locked to rings set into the concrete floor that hold his legs spread out exceed
