It’s two years old! That’s right – Masturbation Monday is having it’s second birthday – awww. A round of applause for the lovely Kayla Lords for thinking up such a great idea. Learning The Ropes Looking around, she had to wonder why it had been called ‘The Red Room.’ The paint was a boring shade of […]
It’s two years old! That’s right – Masturbation Monday is having it’s second birthday – awww. A round of applause for the lovely Kayla Lords for thinking up such a great idea.
Learning The Ropes
Looking around, she had to wonder why it had been called ‘The Red Room.’ The paint was a boring shade of magnolia and the furniture, if it could be called that, was utilitarian steel. There were steel posts, steel frames complete with metal cuffs, steel blocks in varying sizes and a long steel table. They were obviously going for the ‘wipe-clean’ look, thought Jenny wryly. There were only two things of real interest in the room. One was that it was covered in mirrors. Some reached from floor to ceiling, some were framed and gilded exquisitely, others were plain or even mosaic in style. The overall effect was that the room fairly sparkled with light and colour. The second thing was a black, Murano glass chandelier, hanging in the middle of the room in massive splendour, dripping large, diamond-shaped crystals.
Mark watched as Jenny’s face stared at the ceiling and appeared awe-struck. The Red Room had that effect on people. It was spectacular at night, as well as in day-light, when the mirrors caught the facets of the hundred or so gems that quivered in the slightest breeze. He knew she had no idea what the steel furniture was for and he also knew that in about twenty minutes his trainee would wish she’d never been born. He didn’t feel sorry for her. Life was all about the journey and she was going to get a mind-blowing ride for the next few weeks.
Pulling a penknife out of his pocket, he flicked the blade and had to bite his tongue as she drew in a breath of fear, watching its reflection shimmer across the multitude of mirrored surfaces.
‘ . If there’s one thing in pony-land you can count on, it’s the fact that I never lie.’ He watched her carefully. He wanted to see her reaction. She didn’t move, she didn’t lower her eyes and, interestingly, she didn’t make a sound. Was she planning to fight him? That would be a first. ‘Relax, you can breathe easy for now. The knife will be used to cut your ropes, nothing more.’
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