He found Charli downstairs, waiting for him in his newly finished, soundproof basement dungeon, wearing nothing but her slave collar and high heels, with her hands
suggestively grasping the poles of the dungeon’s bondage frame.
Smiling, with an unmistakable look of eager masochistic anticipation on her face, “Once you’ve securely chained my wrists to this bondage frame, you’ll find that in
this place of unspeakable evil, there’s no need for safe words or limits. In pleasure or pain, I’m dying to do whatever it takes to fulfill all your darkest evil desires.”
He could see the erotic masochistic bliss in Charli’s eyes as he locked the restraints snuggly around her wrists, chaining her securely to the dungeon’s bondage frame. The
thought that she was dying to fulfill all his darkest evil desires made him smile as he picked up the heavy bullwhip. Perhaps tonight, she’d have the opportunity to do just that...