His breathing still labored, looking at the beautiful blonde, still shaking from her own orgasm…. Strung up in the basement dungeon. Spread eagle in the standing position, marks of the past couple hours of whips, flogs, crops, and clamps on her perfect tiny body…. Was it her that first brought this up, or him? He couldn’t remember, now, and that didn’t matter. The art with which he brought her to multiple orgasms stunned...