Japanese Waterfall Collection Volume 8

So I went round again, perhaps walking slightly slower, waiting for someone to call me in. Now we stopped in front of the curtain which she pulled back with some theatrical flare to reveal a heavy looking black dungeon door set in the wall. All the time thinking “how much longer ?”. She then started to ask me some questions about my night, and I opened up completely telling her my innermost thoughts and experiences throughout the night. She taunted me about what a real bitch she could be, perhaps even keeping me as a permanent captive in her secret dungeon. There was a large niche in the opposite wall next to the corner and in there was a large sturdy vertical wooden rack. I discovered that the short length of the trolley meant my hips were just on one end of the main body of the trolley and my shoulders just on the other end, with an extra wooden head support sticking out at one end.