Master's Donovan's silence seemed very prolonged to Linea after he fastened the collar. What was he waiting for? A door stood before them. Dungeon, play room, torture chamber. Many things came to mind as she tried to fill the silence with thoughts of her immediate future.
When he turned the doorknob, revealing what awaited inside, Linea drew a ragged breath. From where she stood, the sight of just a few of the trappings nearly caused her knees to buckle. Master Donovan placed his hand on the small of her back; a gentle touch to her nakedness, but his tone was contradictory.
"Let's go," he pushed her forward. The curtain opened on her theater of kink. The cool stone tile in the hall gave way to a plush gray carpet inside the room. Her toes tickled with each step on the softness. She trie
