We didn’t stop in the extensive wing Nita led me through. Most of the doors to the rooms remained shut, but a few were now partially opened and I glimpsed their insides, all decked out with heavy SM equipment. In one was a thin, hanging cage, so that a person locked inside would be forced to stand at attention. In another was a rack, leather straps hanging off it here and there, with a windlass for stretching the slave’s body to the limit. One more showed a steel chair constructed of thin pipes, a single centered base bolted to the floor, and a back rest of a single pipe that ran up to another pipe at a right angle. Above me Nita shuddered. Apparently she had endured that chair. I glanced at it once more. It seemed easy enough to tolerate, but then I realized being tied there for several h
