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“I guess it makes sense you have a fucking station right inside the door, and it excites me, thinking of you ordering me into the room and over it. Will I have to wait for you to come, bent over and vulnerable? Or will you be right behind me? Both are exciting to think about.”

I looked to the next device and shuddered a little. “I have some good and bad memories on a big Saint Andrew’s cross, so my instinct is to acknowledge it and move on.”

“We’ll talk about those memories later. Keep going.”

“I don’t have much experience with a bondage table like that, but all those connection points have all kinds of possibilities, Sir.”

He leaned in so I could feel his breath on my ear, all hot and moist. “And the cage?”

My heart was racing and his question made it gallop even faster. “It’s scary, Sir. It looks like a jail cell, with the bed-shelf and the steel toilet-sink combo thing.” And the attachment points told me I could be bound to the bed, and also bound standing against the wall.

“It’s supposed to be a little scary. Under normal circumstances I prefer to have my slave available for orders at all times, but I’ve also found it’s good to have a way to warehouse my property, at times. Keep going.”

“All the whips and paddles hanging on the wall are both scary and exciting, Sir.”

“Which do you want to feel on your ass?”

“The fifth wood paddle from the left, Sir. It looks like it would pack a lot of sting without a whole lot of bruising, Sir.”

“And which do you not want to feel?”

“Any of the canes, Sir. You have a lot of them.”

“I do. The ones in the umbrella stand are inexpensive, and any I use on someone get thrown away after use. The ones hanging on the wall are specialty canes made of various woods, plastics, and other material. They get cleaned after use. One of your jobs will be to clean everything used during a scene and then put it away. You’ll do that tomorrow morning before you shower. When the alarm goes off to let me know playtime is over, I’ll orgasm and then tell you to clean up.” He pointed to the jail cell. “There’s a shower in there you can use.” He walked to a cabinet against the wall and opened it. “Some things will go into soapy water tonight, but not everything can. Tomorrow morning, you’ll clean everything I use on you tonight with these sanitizing wipes, and then you’ll put everything where it goes, so pay attention to where things are when I get them.”

He motioned to the bed. “Keep going.”

“The stockade thing at the bottom is both scary and exciting, Sir.”

“Pillory,” he said. “Stockade is for feet and sometimes hands as well; pillory is for head and hands.”

“Pillory, Sir. Thanks for the correction. There are lots of other attachment points. It’s pretty industrial looking, even with all the drapey-stuff on it, but it fits with the rest of the room.” It looked kind of romantic at first, with all the sheer fabric hanging down from the top, but all of that hardware spoke to a whole lot of bondage. I didn’t want to talk about it anymore because I honestly wasn’t sure if I was more excited or more scared at the possibility of being bound while asleep. My first Master had a cage under his bed, and I’d most often slept in the cage and not with him. Bubbles had mostly wanted me in my own bed, but every once in a while we fell asleep in his bed together after he finished with me, and that had been thebest. The beds were tiny and Bubbles is huge, so I was mostly on top of him, leaned against the wall, but still.

There were a few more items I went through quickly, and then a big exercise mat with a humbler sitting in the middle, and that one terrified me. Ihateto have my balls messed with. “I’m not a fan of the next setup, Sir.”

“We’ll see how the evening goes. Perhaps that one can wait, but no promises.”

I looked to the next piece and winced. “I’ve heard of those. Wooden ponies, right? It’s pretty scary looking.”

“This one gets used during boot camp and occasionally as part of maintenance. It’s always available for punishments, of course. It’s rarely used as part of a normal scene unless I’m feeling particularly sadistic.”

“I’ve seen the leather sling things in porn, but I’ve never been in one. Seems interesting.”

“Okay, center of the room and then we can get started. Look up and down.”

There was a grate in the center of the room, so I stepped onto it gingerly. I figured it was there to deal with bodily fluids, and when I looked up, I saw a spreader bar hanging from a mechanical winch.

I assumed he wanted to hear how I felt about this part of the setup, so I said, “Lots of possibilities, again. The grate is a little concerning. I mean, I want to say no to watersports, and yet, it’s so visceral, isn’t it? Kind of the ultimate statement of ownership.”

“It is. Grasp the outside edges of the spreader bar when I let it down.”

He let it down so I could reach it, I grabbed the ends, and he lowered it so it was just over my head. He walked to me with wrist and ankle cuffs, and took his time buckling them on and attaching my wrists to a chain link just above each end of the bar.

He had me step into each ankle cuff, and then he pulled something that made them tighten around my ankle. All four cuffs were extremely well padded.

He walked back to the wall and used the button to raise the spreader bar until my arms were straight over my head, and then I felt something pulling at my ankles. The cuffs were attached to thick cables that came out of the floor on either side of the grate, and I walked my feet out, and out some more, and then some more. Finally, the tension on my ankles went away, but I realized I couldn’t pull my legs together.

And then I gasped when my arms were pulled higher, until I could feel my spine lengthen.