It didn’t add up. I love the place. Then he rolled the whole contraption with me in it across the floor. The invitation nagged at me so I ran a search for ‘The Rocky Mountain H0 Club’ on Google. “No too late chicken now,” she said and she called out to some guy. I heard the sound of metal against leather… His voice was ceremonial as he boomed… “Costume,” I queried
“Or is it your first time?” she asks. Or maybe not, because I feel the stings of a hundred bees on my bum which could only mean a cat-o-nine flogger. When I felt his palm on my bottom again, I was almost relieved but it’s short respite because he begins spank me with the cat-o-nine again, hard… He looked at me as I practically gulped down the wine. I lay down on it
Te brute shackled my legs to the bottom corners with leather thongs attached to metal rings and released my handcuffs so he could shackle my wrists to the top of the bed.
