The room didn’t look like any basement I’d ever seen before it looked more like a dungeon or torture chamber, there were chains dangling from the ...eiling, a wooden table, something that looked like a pointed version of those things you were supposed to vault over in the gym, hanging from the walls was an assortment of whips, canes, handcuffs and other things that looked like torture instruments. I turned to her shock written all over my face, “what is this?” I asked her. She ran a hand down her. Apparently she had been out before because her long long blonde hair was soaked,and her wet tee shirt clung tightly to big tits.She was shivering from the damp making her nipples hard and pushing at the material of her shirt. I told her to get in my truck and warm up,"thank you "she said as I helped her up .Inside I gave her a jacket and told her to take her wet tee shirt off and put it on the defroster to dry.She hesitated at first then said "why not it is not like you haven't seen these. Man, if he ever wants me to give him that kind of surprise again, he'd better fucking call me when he's bringing someone over, I seethed. Pull yourself together, Dawn. Critical thinking. What's most important right now? Clothes.A few minutes later, I managed to calm down from the unexpected surprise guest. Now clad in lounge pants and a baggy top, I returned downstairs vowing to be cool about things, but I couldn't help blushing as I rejoined my boyfriend and his fellow intern.Ben apologized. " Can't you get me moved inside, or even given something to wear. And this chain. It's so degrading, being shackled here like this. And I need a bath or shower. I'm starting to stink after over a week" See what I can do!" His nose wrinkled with distaste. She certainly wasn't any too fresh - to put it mildly!And the Consular visit was over. Katie was left alone, still shackled and still nude, to consider the situation."Plenty of my colleagues over here covering my plight. Great! Not.