"When the cab drops me off, I'm in a little cul de sac of thirties bungalows, with their identical front gardens and wrought iron gates. It's about 10...30 and from every living room comes the glow of a table lamp or the flicker of a TV set. Except one. The one I've been sent to.The lights on the ground floor are all off, and the only light is a faint glow from an upstairs room. I assume it's a bedroom, and the glow is an ultraviolet blue, as though someone's using a sunbed. When I reach the. Leather cuffs around my wrists. My wrists were bound. Never in my life had I been restrained like this.He walked around behind me and wrapped my ankles with identical restraints. These he padlocked to rings on each corner of the far end of the table, splaying my knees apart.He cupped my pubic mound with the palm of his big hand. I gasped; a moan escaped me in spite of myself. He patted my ass."There's a good girl," he said.He put the key to the padlocks on a little end table a few feet. " She moved forward to kneel above my face.Kay's bush was lush, the curly wet hair of her pussy formed a point an inch above my mouth. And protruding through the straight cleft of her sex, fringed in ringlets of brown hair, were the wrinkled pink lips of her inner lips. I realized that my fantasy was about to come true. I moved my head to kiss her. Her scent filled my nostrils as I put my lips to her. Her taste seemed to spread though my mouth, subtle but intoxicating. I stuck my tongue. You were right. That's her throne overthere in the corner. The only thing she hasn't got is a doctors office!OMG Victoria, don't you see, you are the Queen of your very own personalBDSM dungeon! You'll have to change your name again - how about"Victoria Spankham"?"And with that she burst into fits of laughter!Whilst Alex had been concocting her wild theories, I had been lookingaround, and found that there was a well concealed lift in the corner ofthe room. I pressed the call button, and.