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| She couldn’t believe she was really in a major hotel at a "convention" in a large suite of rooms turned into a dungeon. Although many of the people present were wearing fetish wear, He had assured her that the jeans and t-shirt she had been wearing all day while shopping and attending classes would be fine for the casual get together that night. He had assured her that they wouldn’t do anything that made her uncomfortable. But most importantly, He had assured her that this would please Him. The large room was dimly lit but small spot lights made it easy to see what was going on at the two Saint Andrew’s crosses in opposite corners of the room and one of the spanking benches in another corner. She tried to watch without overtly staring. Only an occasional word or two was distinguishable above the low muted voices filling the close warm air. Horror danced around the edges of her mind when she finally got the nerve to look straight at the vacant cage in the middle of the roo...
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