THREE LONG G&Ts. LATER, THE DUNGEON MASTER ENTERED. He looked the part. A beautiful African American with oiled muscles across his broad shoulders and a four pack to die for. Shirley estimated his height at nothing less than 6'6" and maybe taller. His nipples were the size of chestnuts with chunky rings and a chain and were just visible through the open front of his black leather waistcoat. A wide body belt with several 2" rings around it sat nicely around his waist. To this was attached a suitably large cod piece and thong. His great tight buttocks were naked and shone like polished jet when ever he moved. The whole torso was supported on two solid legs that rose out from 18 hole Doc Martins. His thighs must have been some 20" in diameter. You didn't fuck with this guy! And if you did, it would have been his idea!
He carried with him what looked like a large tool bag. Actually it contained the heavy duty cuffs and collars etc. from the dungeon store.
He dropped the bag on the bed alongside Shirley. The weight of it made the bed bounce and nearly spilling Shirley's drink.
" I thought the clients were going to fit these on me?" she queried.
"Change of plan" He answered with a matter of fact attitude." Changes of plans happened all day. So what's new ?"
"Those mother fuckers didn't have a clue what to do with this shit, so the boss said I'd better take care of it."
Shirley wasn't going to argue with him. In fact she was quite thrilled to be restrained and bonded by such a hunk.
A strong body harness was the first to be fitted. This ran round her chest and under her arms. Linked down the back to a waste belt which in turn
was linked to thigh straps. There were plenty of rings a cleats ready for easy attachment to the solid furniture in the dungeon. A pair of wrist hanger cuffs were fitted. These were strong enough to support a body on their own. Also a head hanger was fitted. The only things that prevented this from executing the slut were the extra straps from the body harness!
The dungeon master finished with a pair of anklets of the same specification as the wrist cuffs. He checked his watch.
"Right ! Time to go." he said. He hooked a leash to the collar and threw p.v.c. cape over her. And without further addue he dragged her out into the corridor.
"Now as we enter" he said, "I'm going to throw you to the ground! You will cry out loud and beg me for mercy ! Got it ? "
Shirley had no chance to discuss the matter. He burst the door open and with several explicit oaths he threw her across the floor. The shock of the fall was such that no acting was required. She ended in a whimpering heap at the feet of her audience. She was immediately dragged to her feet by a yank on her collar which dragged her stumbling towards some sturdy beam work. She struggled and cried out for mercy as instructed. The truth was, she meant it! Her arms were above her head and attached to a pulley in seconds. The tension was taken up and her feet left the floor
"Ladies and Gentlemen ! I present you with a slut for your pleasure"
The dungeon master removed the sluts cape and continued.
"You are welcome to make a close inspection of this piece of fuck meat. You will not find better in any butchers market. I promise you !" T.B.C.
