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torture
chamber—the most elaborate I had ever seen. Several crosses stood
prominently throughout the room. There were hooks in the ceiling,
hooks in the walls, hooks on the floor. Posts were mounted in
different areas; a pommel horse sat in each of two corners; a
couple of gynecologist tables gleamed in the lights. Chains and
ropes were everywhere.
    There was everything I could imagine and
more. All kinds of clamps, vibrators, and other torture instruments
filled a huge, open cabinet covering half of one wall. I had no
idea what all of them were for. I wasn’t sure I want to find out.
Along two walls were plush sofas, chairs and end table, obvious for
people that just wanted to sit and watch what was happening.
    My Master took me to the center of the
dungeon, the center of attention. He buckled leather restraining
cuffs tightly around my wrists and attached them with chains to a
hook in the ceiling. Before he had even let go, the chains started
rising, controlled by some hidden technician, stretching my arms
above me until I was almost on my toes.
    The worries that had been in the back of my
mind came to the forefront. He is going to punish me in front of
all these people. That is what that other Master meant when he
said they would start in fifteen minutes, why my Master had said I
would need the water. And, if it was going to take that long, he
planned on going the distance. This wasn’t going to be a simple
spanking.
    “Please Master, no. I’ll do what you say from
now on. Take me home. Please, use your belt however you like. I’ll
even change the contract so you can use it whenever you want"
    I wasn’t certain if the look that flashed
across his face was intrigue at my offer, anger at my mentioning
our contract in public, or something else.
    “It’s too late, Jessie. You're tonight’s
entertainment.”
    “Please, I beg you. Please don’t punish me in
front of those people.”
    “Oh, Jessica, I’m not going to punish you.
I’m not going to touch you at all. I’m just going to watch.”
    My knees became so weak that I would have
fallen if my wrists weren’t tethered. Tears filled my eyes again.
Suddenly, the idea of his punishing me in front of these people
paled in comparison to being punished by them. I knew my
Master. More importantly, he knew me and I trusted that. There was
no telling what these people might do.
    “No Master, please don’t do this. I’m yours.
At least punish me yourself.”
    “Yes, you’re mine, and I’ll do with you as I
please. We’ll see if maybe you’ll learn a lesson from others, since
you don’t seem to be able to learn one from me.”
    “No, no! I have learned! I will learn! I will
never disobey you again.”
    “I hope that’s true Jessie.” He turned and
walked back through the door, leaving me there, naked and
helplessly chained to the ceiling, alone with my thoughts.
    It wasn’t long before people started coming
into the room. Most were Masters and Mistresses, but there were
several slaves, perhaps there to learn a lesson through me. The
Masters and Mistresses sat in the sofas and chairs. Their slaves
knelt beside them. I could feel all of their eyes on me, looking at
me, judging me—or worse, sizing me up as they decided what they
were going to do to me.
    Once most of the seats were taken, my Master
came back in and walked over to me. “This is Jessica. She’s a
willful slave. So, tonight she is here for your entertainment.
Hopefully she will learn a lesson in obedience, too.”
    He turned and faced me, then raised my chin
to look into his eyes. I could see the love there, but I could also
see something else. Excitement, the same look he had those few
times he’d picked up the belt.
    He looked at me for a long moment then
whispered, “Make me proud, girl.” He turned and walked away and sat
in one of the chairs along the wall. Yet again, my eyes filled with
tears, but they did not spill. I would make him proud of me. This
time I wouldn’t let him down.