Listening to Liz's cheerful, businesslike voice with her neck and hands locked in the wooden implement, Louise drew breath again. Now there was no way back: she knew she was in for more flogging or spanking, and she felt totally convinced they would get this house. She wrung her hands and savoured her total brute helplessness, and in her mind's eye she dressed up Doug with a medieval armour, a flag and a woollen hood. "I didn't sign up with the Devil" she whispered to herself, getting in character.

This place was just too good to be true! Drooling around the gag Louise looked around the luxuriant range of chains, whips and the spanking bench in the middle. her reddening ass put her fully on alert that she would not sleep well tonight, but who could sleep after having seen this bdsm heaven? Suddenly it ran through her mind that Liz was an acquaintance of the Rochefort couple, she wondered if it might just be that the nice estate agent shared these kinky inclinations. And if she did, would Doug be infatuated with her? But no, she brushed it aside: Doug was her own and she could count on that nobody would oust her from his affection and his wish to force her to new limits of pain and pleasure. Those clamps piercing into her womanhood, the enslaved Louise felt exposed and suffering but blistering with the turn-on. He was behind her somewhere, her Master could see her worked-over ass, and she waited, wondered what he might pick next..