literally night and day.

I left him to get ready and made my way to chamber three. Before I entered I slipped on my black hood. It was a fantasy thing. The guys we pushed around weren’t allowed to know what we looked like, for them it added to the illusion. I entered the room and looked around. Ok, where was this pig? I thought to myself. I was more than ready to rough somebody up. He liked it rough? Well I didn’t know how much he would still like it after I got through with him.

The room was dimly lit. I scanned the chamber until I found him curled into a ball in the corner. He looked so fragile. Could this little guy handle it rough? I guess we would find out. I grabbed the three tailed whip from the wall and made it pop.

“Get over here!” I screamed.

The feeble looking man crawled out of his corner over to where I stood. He had a smooth slim athletic body, which was nice. His head hung low, in the darkness I couldn’t get a good look at him, but there was something familiar about him. When he was within distance I snapped my whip again. It landed on his scarred back reopening some wounds from his last visit. As my whip snapped against his back, his head rose up to meet my eyes.

I gasped. It couldn’t be. This had to be some sick joke that Shane had set up. That was the real reason why he wanted me to take his shift. As he crawled closer to me I got a better look ah him. His face was full of pain and agony. So different from the face that stared down at me this afternoon I couldn’t believe it. On his hands and knees before me was Mr. Perry. Pushy, bossy, arrogant Mr. Perry was in my chamber on his hands and knees paying to get punished. Oh how I was going to enjoy this.

When he came close enough for me to grab him I took him by the collar and dragged him over to my feet. He stumbled and fell, his head landed on the edge of my boot.

“Lick my boots, you scum!” I commanded him.

He stuck his tongue out and rubbed it all over my filthy boot. I looked down as he diligently cleaned every inch. There was nothing better than to see him slobbering at my feet. I could have watched him do it all day but there were other things I want to do to him. As he cleaned my boot I yanked him up by his collar. He gagged and choked but I kept my grip until he was on his feet. I walked him over to the center of the room where two long metal chains hung from the crossbeams.

I had no mercy with him. I made sure the chains were on very tight. His eyes averted mine as I chained him up. Once his wrists were bound I chained up his ankles, turned him into a human x. I walked all around him, pondered what I wanted to do next. There were so many things I could do to him. I didn’t even know where to begin. I walked over to the wall of torture where we kept all our special toys. Should I do clamps, or maybe shock his nuts? I couldn’t decide. Finally I settled on the studded paddle. At 16 ½ inches I