| There was as much activity in the halls as we entered as we had left. We maneuvered through the cleaning slaves and went down a non-descript flight of stairs. The dungeons of the school were well lit, despite their name. Through a set of old oak doors in the back was the main dungeon, and even before they crossed the threshold. Mistress Carmen's voice penetrated the air. And she was not happy. "Looks like we are going to have some fun pet," Mistress Amy whispered into my ear, and dragged me into the room. It was well lit, and several pieces of old bondage furniture sat spaced throughout the room. Mistress Carmen stood in the center of the room, strap in hand, and with the cleaning crew kneeling with their faces pressed against the floor. Their exposed asses were a brilliant fiery red. As if by slow motion, her head turned to catch site of us. Her eyes were a narrow slit, and it wasn't a pretty picture. No words had to be spoken. She pointed to a dangling chain and...
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