I don’t know what I expected when we went downstairs, but not the fully equipped dungeon they had arranged in the basement! Hanging neatly on one wall was every conceivable bondage and discipline device. Whips, paddles, crops, gags, hoods, restraints—each was ready to fulfill whatever fantasy was required.
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