Chapter 17

Of course, he wasn't speaking about some nameless slave to be named later. He was talking about me. I was the slave this would be used on, and thinking about it was driving me mad with lust. The same with Scott. His cock was hard and waving around like a flag.

"I don't see any of the rope. What was the rope for?"

"For tying you down to the bed," he said, "and other purposes, like the eyebolts in the door jam." I shivered again.

"I'd like to check the fit of the stocks to see if the holes are the right size. Do you mind?"

Hell no, I didn't mind. I wanted to put my hands and head in them and hoped he would pound my pussy to a milky froth. I didn't even care about padding. He'd rounded the edges and finely sanded the holes where everything went. Without a word, I put my hands in the proffered holes and he lowered the top bar and fastened it together.

"Try to get out."

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