The cellar was a large room with a concrete floor and whitewashed walls. A barred window at one end let in dim light which was supplemented by more ga... lamps. It smelled of sweat, disinfectant and fear.A number of chains, hooks and rings hung from the arched ceiling. One wall had a rack containing an extensive collection of whips, lashes, canes, paddles. One of the side walls was covered by small cages. In one of the cages crouched a naked man. He had no room to move. He moaned as we entered.. He said, “go, get on your knees in front of my recliner. I’ll be there in just a second.” I walked over and knelt down in front of his chair. He dropped his pants and sat down in the chair. He said, “Thank daddy for showing you off and suck daddy’s cock while he watches tv.”I replied sweetly, “thank you for showing me off to your friends, daddy. I am your showpiece to show off and give away. I am your slut. I am your cunt. I am your fuck hole. I am your cum dumpster. I will take any and. But where was my quiz?I was just going to raise my hand and ask when Grossfeldt turned and launched into an exposition on modern art and whether Andy Warhol was an artist or a soup salesman. The ensuing discussion filled the rest of the hour and I'd forgotten my quiz until we were walking out of the room."Mr. Randahl, may I see you for a moment." Not a question, an order.Oh, oh. What now? Then I remembered he still had my quiz."Yes, sir?" Mr. Randahl, I am forced to do something I am loath to. Sometimes my mom would place one of her feet on my face and playfully says "Your face would make a good footrest, son, it feels so nice and warm under my tired feet." "You can use my face as a footrest any time you want, Mom." "Ha, ha, ha, I think I'll take you up on that offer, but now I'm hungry. What have you made for supper?" "Roast beef, mom, I'll go prepare it for you." As I got up from under my mom's feet, I put the shoes back on her feet and gave a loving worshipful kiss on their toe.