"Now, be a good boy and follow me." As I crawled behind him, I looked around to try and get an idea as to where I was. From what I was able to see, we were approaching a large ranch house that was in a secluded area. Even if I were to escape, I had no place to go. I had no idea as to where I was. We made our way to the side of the house, down a short ramp, and as we entered the door, the mysterious man turned on the lights. It looked like the basement was turned into a dungeon. There were two small prison cells, one on each side. Various punishment tools, like paddles, riding crops, and floggers, hung on the wall. Benches of different types were in the middle of the room. After closing the door, the mysterious man led me to the middle of the room. "Now, let's see what you look like under all of this leather bodysuit." The mysterious man started to break off the padlocks; he then removed the outfit, dog mask, and gag. Being naked and exposed, I felt the cold air in the dungeon that. Megan bit down on her top lip and began to whimper as she stood up and slowly walked out of the kitchen. Her hands rubbed at the soreness as she went upstairs. Jason released a huge breath. His heart was pounding, and his erection was straining against his pants. He had been expecting her to stop him the whole time. Now he realized that this was as much of test of will for her as him. He thought to himself, "Certainly getting the brush meant she was ok to go on? Or, was she afraid I'd use the belt again? If I ask her, will she give me the answer she thinks I want? And will it ruin the mood to explain that?" Jason searched for signals she may have given, signs she was aroused, or at least that this is what she wanted. Megan turned the corner from the stairs. She had undone her hair so it half hid her face, fell past her shoulders and lay over her white blouse in front of her breasts. Held in both hands was the wooden hairbrush. Jason noticed that her blouse was no longer tucked in. He.
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