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Grunt gave a couple of playful slaps onto Caela's tight jeans, jeans which wrapped her lithe body into a tight package. He settled her into his lap, to the ultimate comfort of his groin, and then began using his fingertips to feel Caela's bare back and midriff, waiting on developments ...Originally posted by caela ... "Thank you Sir"
PhoenixPrime01 said:"A large salad with more tomato than lettuce, chopped ham, and cheese with French dressing will do for my meal tonight Seline. Thank you," he says as he cups the back of her thigh and strokes it then lets go so she can get his meal.
Casca sat back following the meal, contented to relax and let the social event develop. His story was so outrageous he avoided the telling of it. He tried to avoid the feeling of being a 'trick pony' in the stable, and object to be used. Considering how he had been treated at times during the past this 'trick pony' act was pretty sweet. Peter was his friend, one of the few that knew the whole truth, and would let Casca do whatever he choose, even supply him with a stipend and apartment in Amsterdam. Casca knew his fate, and had come to realize that his fate would come to him, and he not need chase it. What sweeter place to fulfill a prophecy, if that is what is to be.Originally posted by Anna Sue ... What should she do, go back and face the dungeon or hiding out and hopping he would forget about her…
da grunt said:"If you'll excuse us, I'm going to give Caela a tour of the place. Perhaps we''' meet in the dungeon later." ...
They walked out into the hallway they had been down before, "Down that way is the entry foray, and as we walk down this way, the room of leather. Lets go inside," and inside he takes her. A hardwood floor, like a dance floor, but also used for demonstration of devices. A raised dias, with exotic cages. One of bamboo, tied with twine, uncomfortably small, the other with hardwood bars on all sides, including the floor, assuring discomfort. The hardwood floor was bordered by a hardwood rail, with cuffs chained to the rail in abundance. Presently there was a hardwood pony in the center of the demonstration floor. The saddle was the unpadded narrow side of a 2x4. Cuffs and chains were attached to the pony. The was a St. Andrew's X and a roman T cross, and two stockades, one with just headhole and armholes, the other for head, arms and legs, with a narrow hardwood rail to sit upon. There was an auction table and a stretching rack. There was an iron maiden with adjustable screws. There were hanging racks and a spiderweb built of chain and steel. Abundant in the area were lounge couches and bedseats and oversized leather recliners.Originally posted by caela "Have a wonderful dinner everyone" ...
Casca looked around. Where was Mo?
da grunt said:"See anything you like," asked the grunt?
"I like the rack. I can stretch the victim until they are off the ground and immobile. Then I can have my way, anyway, anyhow. I'm very intrigued by breasts when the arms are pulled above the head. Have you ever had your breasts tortured?"Originally posted by caela "... Do you have a favorite item in here? "
"Sure was. Thought you'd deserted me for awhile. That's alright, I won't force you to be with me."Originally posted by Anna Sue ... “Are you looking for me , Sir?”
"Sure was. Thought you'd deserted me for awhile. That's alright, I won't force you to be with me."