Chapter Six
I saunter through the house headed for the pool area, appearing as best I can to be insouciantlyexamining the artwork and various artifacts along the way. Understated but elegant in its simplicity, everything is as one would expect in a Caribbean vacation home. Except..., there are numerous eye hooks deeply set into the concrete wall and ceiling of every room and hallway. The sturdy rings of steel are similar to the one, which secures Ming in my closet. I cannot help but envision the utility of the protuberances..., some well bound lad hooked by his collar, forced to stand on toes and helplessly wait for his mistress to return and mercifully release him before his leg muscles surrender to exhaustion or his p***s concedes to the urges of his bladder.
Arriving at the pool, I a
