The door was exactly as I had envisioned it. I stepped inside and closed it behind me, trying all the time to put myself into the place of a guest. All around me were the distinctive tools of control. The far door into the quarters stood open revealing a dark space beyond. Stepping through, I flicked on the light which instantly flooded the place. Spots burst into life, illuminating the formidable double tier of cage doors now all slightly ajar, waiting as though eager to encase a slave.
Looking around I loved the realism, the feel of austerity contained and conveyed by the arrangement. Any slave led into this area would have no doubt as to his or her position in life. I imagined bundling a chained guest into their small, confining and very personal cage. I pictured them turning around on
