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wonderful, I was so close to tears.
          “Stand and let me look at you.   Fingers entwined behind your head.”   Taking a deep breath, I climbed to my feet and did as he asked, standing tall and feeling my body trembling all over again.   “Turn around, slowly,” he asked, and I did so.   “Lovely, Dominique,” he said as I turned to face him once again.
          Oh, my God!   I almost said aloud.   Averting my eyes from his crotch, I croaked, “ Th -Thank you, Sir.”   His cock looked huge!   I couldn’t wait to see him in jeans!
          Suddenly he stood up and said, “Come with me.”
          “Yes, Sir,” I answered.   I would have gone anywhere.

    In my mind, I had planned to show her my ‘study’ the next day.   I think it was a combination of the desire I felt for her and seeing her noticing my hard cock, that convinced me.   I took her hand and led her to the back of the house.   Stopping in front of the locked door, I withdrew the key from my pocket and inserted it, turning the lock.
          Click, CLACK!
          Wrapping my hand around the doorknob, I turned to Dominique.   “In your fantasies, you may have imagined a room like this,” I said.   “Keep an open mind.   Look around.   Feel everything in this room as if you were blindfolded.   Let me know if you recognise anything.   Inside it is quite dark, so enter and stand still for a moment to allow your eyes to adjust.”
          “Y-Yes, Sir,” she said, swallowing.
          “All right then,” I said, pushing open the door.
          “Wow!”

    I never expected the room to be so enormous!   At first glance, the door might have been mistaken for a hall closet.   But when he opened it and I peered inside, I couldn’t see the end of it.   “Wow!”
          Stepping into the darkness, it took a few seconds for my eyes to focus.   When they did, my breath caught in my chest.   I smiled nervously and looked back at Andrew’s silhouette in the doorway.   “Go on,” he said encouragingly.
          I did as he bade me and began looking around the huge room.   Just inside the door and on the left, was a lounge area that took up perhaps a quarter of the space.   I walked along the length of the black sofa, trailing my fingers, feeling the fine leather.   A black leather recliner held pride of place near the fireplace.   The night was warm enough without it, but I had flashes of images of myself, kneeling before the flames in winter.   Cushions were strewn everywhere.   Glass coffee table.   Suddenly Andrew was beside me, turning around the recliner and lowering himself into it.
          “Slip off your shoes.”
          “Yes, Sir,” I whispered.
          After satisfying myself that I knew the lounge layout, I turned to the rest of the room.   It had an intimidating air.   I felt like I was floating as I walked across the spongy floor to the centre of the room.   I pressed my hand against a large wooden ceiling to floor pole.   It was a foot wide and had black steel rings hanging from it, placed randomly.   I looked to him hopefully.
          “Whipping post.”
          I shuddered and withdrew my hand, looking it up and down.   Wow!   A sweat-drenched image of myself writhing with my arms overhead, attached to the high ring, speared through my mind and I took a step back, catching my breath.   Shaking the image from my head, I walked toward what looked like a large desk with straps emerging from its surface, and placed my hand upon it, feeling its leather surface.
          “Training table.”
          I looked at it more closely.   One could be strapped down in any manner of positions.   I swallowed, feeling my pussy clench.   Amazing.   Tearing my eyes from it, I noticed a looming piece of furniture in one corner.   Approaching it, I thought it looked like a medieval set of stocks.   I placed my hand on them.   “Are these