Operation Butt Fuck - Scene 4
as they crossed the dungeon to the back, industrial room, robert looked around, but neither of the other two mistresses was there. the dungeon was spacious, running the full length of robert's house, and divided into stations by pieces of equipment-a large wheel upon which victims could be strapped took up a significant area of the back wall. next two pillars with capitals and hard point rings had been positioned to accommodate a person standing spread eagled and ready for a whipping, flogging, or any other standing scene. this bed was perfect for tying someone in any number of positions, given the rope weave upon which a person rested, and the many rings at its perimeter. in the far corner, the room's most elaborate feature was a jail cell, with a steel door which had once stood guard at a bank vault. robert had friends who particularly loved the jail cell and traveled distances to spend a weekend locked up. he was generous with his space and toys, and happy to accommodate the kink and interests of his friends, serving as a top to unattached submissive men and women, setting up elaborate group scenes (which he loathed) when asked to do it, serving as host at his quarterly weekend bdsm parties.