I awoke the next morning before Matt and managed to quietly slip out of bed without waking him. After using the toilet I padded down the passage on bare feet to the end door. I opened it slowly to avoid any squeaks, switched on the lights and gazed in awe at the dungeon and its equipment.
I remembered the gynecologists examination chair from my first visit and moved over to it, running my fingers over the soft leather, smiling to myself at the memories it evoked. Slowly I moved around the dungeon, touching and feeling the huge array of whips, ropes, leg spreaders and canes all hung neatly around the walls. A recent arrival was a custom-made massage table that had three separate sections that looked to be pneumatically controlled. The sides of the table were equipped with assorted straps and clips. The metal cage complete with a pet’s feeding bowl took my eye and I stood running my hands over the cold metal bars wondering how a person could possibly fit in there.
I decided that it was time to show some of my cooking skills to Matt and I moved to the kitchen to prepare a surprise breakfast for him. The refrigerator contained bacon and eggs and it wasn’t long before their aroma, along with that of toast and freshly ground coffee filled the neat kitchen.
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