Mistress has been very busy indeed. Each detail of my new dungeon strikes me ever more forcefully.
To start with, just beyond the stairs, the rest of the space has been closed off by a closely placed row of heavy steel bars set floor to ceiling and wall to wall. The only access is through a narrow door equipped with yet another unpickable keypad lock. And beyond this lies a gleaming, spacious, fully stocked, specially designed, modern and yet curiously archaic torture chamber.
Everything is shiny steel, supple black leather, and well-lacquered woods, all brightly lit by adjustable track lighting. All four walls are mirrored top to bottom, and state-of-the-art electronics are prominent. However, conspicuous amongst all this modernity are a myriad of downright medieval devices.
I goggle
