A Darker Bondage Imagination

Abel says his imagination is getting darker. That’s fine with me:

A large hall: oak beams, rafters. To the side, four girls. Naked. Tied from the rafters with thick rope, their wrists tightly bound, stretched high above their heads.

A gentleman would walk over and untie one of their number. He’d lead her across the room to his colleagues, and her punishment would begin…

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