I guessed from the noise coming through the dumb waiter that my bedroom was right above the kitchen. I was right.My suitcase was open on my bed, and m...st of my clothing gone. All that was left was the gear that I'd bought and some underwear. I was right about the dumb waiter. The other side of it was a small waiting room before the doors to his bedroom. There was no connecting door between my room and the waiting room. My one door led out onto the landing gallery. It had bolts on the outside. I. I wasn't the only one to be passed around. They had girls brought in for just such an occasion. I however had been asked to take the minutes, of course it was a ploy on Stephen's part as he and the others never allowed me to start such a job. When I had first entered the board room I had been shown to a seat which had been modified. Not modified exactly, I think it was designed to be like that. It was like a miniature saw horse with a rubber vibrator in the middle. It had raised ridges either. Her Master wrapped bands around her upper thighs. Each had several rings with clasps, similar to those that closed a necklace, attached. He used these to attach to the rings the doctor had placed in the piercings of her cunt lips. Her cunt was now held wide open. In this position her cunt, clit and asshole were exposed. He removed the belt and the vibrators. Then he showed her his cane. Pixie's whole body began to shake. She watch him, as if in a nightmare, raise the cane . Then, it. "Ah!" exclaims Dominique's father, "this place makes even an Englishman a man of the body, of the senses!" We all laugh at his little joke, but there's no mistaking – by me at least, that Dominique is enjoying the joke with rather more nuance in her expression. When I return with the two bottles of wine and glasses, the family are talking animatedly pointing at the view and, from what I could understand - my French being somewhat rusty – commenting on the slight differences between the view.