But the dungeon was empty, and she was alone.She paced, restless and increasingly beset by yearning. She idly ran her fingers along the tables, benche..., and platforms that had supported, trapped, and displayed her through so many degradations. At the memory of each the tingle between her legs crescendoed.This is ridiculous.Back down the corridor she went, searching for purpose. The usual secretive cleaning she expected hadn’t taken place in her absence, and the empty vessels of food and drink. I should note that while we were dating I'd met her parents and they were a different set of couple than the parents that had raised me. They were both a couple of aging hippies to me and seemed dedicated to a life style that was avant garde to the extreme including an open marriage I was to discover later. I wondered why Janice wasn't as far out as they were but after meeting her grandparents I could understand where some of her normal behavior came from. I guess they'd raised her while her. The calls came into my apartment and I gave Jack a nightly update. Our first booking was a couple, husband and wife. I spoke to the husband and he said his wife had been with dogs for years and he wanted a quiet place where she could enjoy her fetish and he could record it. I must admit I wasn’t sure. If he recorded it then we wouldn’t get any return business from them. But he assured me we would be well paid. Having laid out money I welcomed the chance to get some back.They were to arrive at. " Momma!" Penny yelped, "Get your hands behind you!" Cunt didn't make it.Master beckoned us to him and drew us away. "Penny, I'm sorry but she needs for me to be firm with her." Yes, Master." Penny nodded, her head down."Hold her arms behind her. Bitch, cover her mouth when required -- you'll know." He waved us forward. Penny knelt behind her mother and took her wrists, pinning them behind her. I stood by, a bit to the side. Master advanced on Cunt, "Now, what is my name?" Master?" Cunt was.