Second night rollicking fun erupts

Once the party got really going, not a contraption was empty. Every imaginable way to hold a person that His mind was able to conceive of He had made at least one of, often several as her post-orgasm reports had demanded improvements, each more diabolical than the last. From broken rice in the cages for kneeling *entertainment*, the MILFs got Lego blocks, the small ones that penetrate the deepest. The rest got buckwheat hulls shaped like caltrops instead of the broken rice. Pistachio hulls also available.


The iron maiden had the sharp points filed off just round enough as to not penetrate skin. Thus, each point got a nice sharp bruise, internal damage was painful, not too damaging, unless the controller was permitted.


Stocks with sliding panels lined one whole wall of the JCPenney's old lingerie level, panels sized from her dainty size, and a couple smaller, up to the largest subs in attendance. Most were custom, having been ordered in advance. Even then, the panels were shifty; she could be paneled in with feet toes up for horizontal bastinado, meaning the ass would be pointed at the floor for enema applications into the drains, or kneeling, toes down for feather tickling, ass pointed to the far wall for target practice on the dart gun range. Need to target tits? Bend the torso up, leave ass pointed, and the agile sub can now receive titty darts. Tilt the head back, and hook the nose, opening the mouth for your casual dumping of whatever. Ashes from the cigar, piss, her specific humiliator substance.


Want you subbie taller? the stretcher tables over along the other wall will do.


Like suspension play? The central plaza had strongpoints engineered in when originally built. Marketing materials had hung there, now six danglers. Silk band on one, Silk rope next over, both pliable enough for a small person's use, tough enough for the stouter subbies. Next were cotton, hemp and two steel cabled hoist rigs, remotes issued after certification on each. These had a strict time limit of 25 minutes per scene, so badly overbooked they were. There were more in several of the inner sanctum rooms behind the warehouse space. These too, were overbooked, but could be had for longer, more dangerous scenes, with one member of the scene tasked with staying aware of the sub's skin color, and ensure breathing. No snfuuls in this show.

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