SHIRLEY WAS FIRST UP, AND AFTER HER SHOWER AND GENERAL ABLUTIONS, TOOK HER MISTRESS LOVER TOASTED CROISSANT AND FRESH EXPRESSO.
They had a busy day in front of them. It was now 11am. Although they didn't open the dungeon until 2pm. They needed time to plan their program.
There were several parties booked. The number of clients in each party varied from couples to groups of ten. They would all need the personal touch. Their fetish desires and kinks needed servicing.
Zelda was good at mixing her clients by introducing those with certain qualities that were required by complete strangers.
Sadistic doms would be paired of with those who had requested pain and humiliation.
Lovers of facial abuse, deep throat were introduced to those who liked to watch or contribute to such pleasures.
The cock and ball submissive boys would be locked onto their specialized boards and positioned in various corners to await their fate.
It would be the job of Zelda and her trainee trannie Shirley to act as dungeon masters.
They would see that no one was neglected and all were getting off on their needs.
It would be crowded and sweaty. Hands would be groping strangers buttocks and more. Shirley knew well that her little black p.v.c. outfit would invite such action.
Zelda hired a couple of hefty doormen to handle anything that got out of control.
They went down to the cellar/dungeon and
arranged such equipment as they estimated requirements.
Satisfied that things were where they were needed or at least accessible, they retired upstairs and dressed. T.B.C.
