This is the rack, I built it all by hand. It’s made so you have to crank three times as much as it pulls apart and that clicking sound is more for audio effect, so don’t grease the mechanism… it’s suppose to be that loud. I haven’t finished it so for now only use it with the person facing up. Until I add more bracing, don’t use it for sexual situations… it cannot hold two people. And try to keep the one person under three-hundred pounds.
This is the Saint Andrew’s cross. It is very stable, you can hang a person off of each beam and it still won’t move. You notice I used the same hooks that I have at the rack, so once you get a slave into the restraints you can move them from station to station without a problem. With this, you can face the slave however you see fit although back toward you builds greater anticipation faster in a shorter amount of time.
The whipping post is just as it sounds. I don’t have any restraint hooks on it, but there are these attached to the wall here… and here. I will go through the whips in a second.
The stockade is on a raised platform and lower so the slave has to hunch over, but their ass is still at a good striking height. There is no lock on it, but it doesn’t matter, the top is heavy and if the slave has restraints on their wrists they cannot pull them out.
The spider web isn’t tied down. It’s more for feel… nylon rope against the skin type thing, very sensual.
Different is the chain link fence. It looks weak and typical, which is the point. But it’s tied a lot stronger than it looks. It’s away from the wall so you can tie the slave on that side there, and hoist from the bottom. The pully and wrench are tested for six-hundred pounds, so don’t worry.
Over here we have whips and butt plugs. Let’s start with the pewter and work our way across. Please be mindful not to disrupt the order…
James tries to not look like a cat caught on the highway. This is a lot of information for him to take in and rapid-fire format is not necessarily the best way for memory to harbor anchors. James tried to use visual memorization to keep track, and the slave in his mind was already crushed under the weight of leather and pewter before making it half-way through the room.
Cattail whips are all in the wrist. Don’t do a simple thrust… pop your wrist at the end…
This was not the day he had planned.
James, wake up, dear. I don’t want you to be late for your meeting.
Yes, mom. I’m awake. What’s for breakfast?
What would you like?
French toast, eggs… scrambled. A little cheese on top.
You got in very late last night.
I know, I’m sorry. I just had a lot to do.
I’m taking these to the laundry. And why do they smell like smoke? Are you smoking?
James was now fully awake and sitting up calmly.
Don’t worry about the clothes. I will take them with some other things. I have to separate.
You? Doing your own laundry? It’s good to hear you’re being responsible.
And I’m sorry about the smoke smell. Everyone at work smokes in the break room, it just comes with the job.
Who needs computer help in the middle of the night?
It’s Houston, mom. People get off work at all hours, you know.
Well I don’t like it. And you better get everyone at work to quit smoking.
I will try.
Well hurry up, mister. Breakfast will be ready in 30.
As soon as the door is closed and he hears commotion in the kitchen he retrieves his jeans from the floor. The contents of the pockets replays the early morning hours: Two baggies of white presumably cocaine, $200.00 in cash, two matchbooks with phone numbers written on them, and what seems to be a corner of a cigarette pack with a third phone number. One of the numbers was the cute raver kid he fucked in the parking lot of Rich’s, but he had no clue which one. I have got to stop going out with those crazy girls after work.
He heads into the bathroom and starts the shower. Throwing the phone numbers and bags of coke in the toilet. I feel someday this is going to be a painful memory.
After breakfast he drives into the office and prepares for a design meeting for next Kingdom Hall to be ‘quick-built’ in Caldwell, Texas. He had spent the previous day making the necessary changes to the package the elders in Caldwell had chosen and personalized the information to make it site-specific. Several sets of 11×17 prints had been made but yet to be bound. Preliminary financial ledgers will be coming with the committee members when they arrive.
James is starting the binding process when Brother Sherwood enters.
Here you go, James. And we have made a small change to the restroom area. It’s not much. Is it possible to get that reprinted before the meeting or no?
Consider it done.
Brother Sherwood was a tall, older brother with a soft ‘gentle-giant’ quality about him set against the kind bright eyes of a steady demeanor. He may seem ‘soft’ in ways but somehow powerful enough to be a pleasant grounding force in any room he entered. For such, there wasn’t much James wouldn’t do for him, so a small drafting change and replacing two sheets in a dozen sets in under an hour seems as inconvenient as low mumbling background noise.
James takes apart the binding strips of the sets he started and slides in his knee chair to the drafting station to make the changes. The brothers are beginning to arrive, he hears.
He removes the old sheets from each set just as Amber walks into the door. This looks a mess.
Great! I need an assistant.
You don’t have to be manic. They will wait on you.
I know, I just don’t want them waiting on me.
The two finished the packages and delivered to the conference with minutes to spare, meaning he had to go for the extra dramatic flair of delivering each set to each elder personally while greeting them. Brother Sherwood always noticed the extra effort. It was something James was honestly very appreciative of.
Thank you, James. I don’t know what we’d do without you.
He smiles and bows a slight you’re welcome/no problem in the brother’s direction before exiting the conference room and subjecting Amber to the torturous OCD-laden operation of cleaning up the office they (he) had just jumbled.
Four hours and a change in wardrobe later he enters Feathers with Billy in tow after the two had dinner together outside on the lawn at Rice University. Ozzy and Sterling are sitting behind the desk and the boys are buzzed in.
Ozzy approaches the duo in the hallway.
We have a problem.
You’re hair looks fine, James blurts out.
Hush you. Master Don has an appointment for this evening and he can’t make it due to an emergency at work. Real work.
I’m still not understanding the “we” part of the problem.
Just have Don cancel.
He is the master after all.
“Master Don commands you to reschedule…”
“… Or you’ll get a beating.”
“… Or you… won’t… get a beating.”
I’m not sure how that works.
I’m not either.
Ollie waits until the two are finished. I’m going to slap both of you.
It is explained that this was a once-a-month event for the client while he is in town. Master Don is not a full time Master, but rather a manager at a large retail store up 290. Master will be coming by in 30 minutes to explain to someone how the dungeon operates and (Master’s main concern) how it all gets cleaned.
I’ll do it! Brittney appears from break room and kisses James on the mouth. Sorry, just had a sandwich.
Tastes so much better than before. (To Billy) The other day she ate out a girl… to orgasm… and then kissed me on the mouth.
Billy is nervous around Brittney as a norm, but this information has him motionless as he stares at her eyes for the first time since they met.
You mean you…
I’m bisexual, yes.
Billy is almost frozen with joy, and says quietly, I would love to eat out a woman with you, someday.
I’m certain that can be arranged. (Back to the conversation) So what are we doing with the dungeon guy? I love spankin’ a little ass.
Ozzy is not longer paying attention. He is stuck on what James said and is now green in color, obvious even in a low-lighting and pink walls. His expression is stuck in mid-gag with eyes fixed off into unknown space.
You need to go get some water, I will fill her in.
As everyone files into the reception area they notice Sterling’s reaction to the conversation wasn’t much better than Ozzy’s.
Do you need some water as well?
(Half-laugh) I’ll be fine, just don’t look at me.
It is explained to Brittney what the situation was with the dungeon rental and how the combination of her lack of penis and over compensating (albeit lovely) breasts would prevent her from adding solution to this particular problem. Billy doesn’t want to confuse his sexuality any more than what he’s already toiling with. Ozzy doesn’t even like passing the room and insists the door remains closed so as to avoid visual offense while entering the break room.
Sterling finally broke his silence. Look, I haven’t done shit like that since Carter left office. James, you should do it. You’re the one wanting to learn about all this.
What better way than from the master himself?
Plus I think you’ll look cute in leather.
Broaden your horizons!
You will make twice as much in tips.
And it’s only for 30 minutes.
Oh my god. THIS is the peer pressure they always talked about in school. How am I getting this after I graduate?
Encouraged by his giggling everyone begins to chime in at the same time, Do it James/You know you want to/All the cool kids are doing it/The first step is always the hardest.
Look, Ozzy finally said with finality, it’s your decision… but I think you will find it a lot more educational then sexual because that is just the way your mind works.
And, Brittney had to add, you’re not going to be part of the gang unless you beat some old man ass.
Both, are strong arguments.
Master Don enters with dark hair and a dark mustache, initially unassuming but upon standing still garners a rather inelastic energy without being overbearing or obvious.
So who’s our guy?
All heads pointed in the direction of the glass slowly turn toward James.
That would be me.
Good. Let’s get started. As he is buzzed in he fishes out a small leather mask from his pocket. Here, you’re definitely going to need this.
Because you look like you’re fucking twelve.
James P. Perez © 2013