A hint of things to come.

Some time later you're parking your car in Miss Andrews driveway before walking up to the front door, giving it a few solid taps.

"Cum in hun, it's open!"

Gearing Miss Andrews voice faintly from the other side you take it as your cue, reaching for the door handle. Entering her home you note that it's a nice suburban home, last time you didn't register most of your surroundings you muse to yourself being so taken with Miss Andrews herself.

Looking around for a moment, taking in the room, you hear a bustling noise coming from what you remember to be the kitchen. "Miss Andrews?" Not wanting to invade the privacy of her home you call out to her.

"Hi hun! I'm in the kitchen, you just go on ahead to the playroom and make yourself comfortable y'hear!"

Replying with a obedient yes, Miss Andrews, you retrace your earlier trip to the playroom. Making your way up the stairs and through the hall you notice a few doors you didn't consider before.

There's "Moms room", obviously Miss Andrews personal space. Then there is "Alexis room", that was the daughter you talked to on the phone to the first time you called you think to yourself. Eventually you reach the playroom, finding the door unlocked you step inside.

The playroom look much like it did the last time you were in it though obviously it has been tidied up since your last visit, looking as neat and tidy as kinky dungeon can. Remembering Miss Andrews instructions to get comfortable you undress, folding your clothes into a neat pile next do the door.

You decide to explore the room, looking over the various toys in the room. Dragging your hands over various instruments of pain, paddles and whips alike. Holding aloft inflatable buttplugs, watching them expand as you pump the nozzle. Catching you eye as you move about the room is the bench that you were strapped down on has been removed in its place is something akin to a hospital bed.

However you've never seen anything remotely like this in a hospital. Mounted on a steel frame are two large black pads, one obviously meant to support the back and upper body of the person lying on it and one meant to support the lower body of the person in question. The two pads look like they can be shifted to adjust the position of the person into various postures.

Near the upper end is a headrest of sorts mounted on the pad complete with some sort of locking mechanism clearly intended to lock the person down. On the other hand are two steel poles jutting upwards, two set of stirrups on top of them. They are also complete with a locking mechanism, presumably to restrain the persons legs, seeing as they can be adjusted sideways a person strapped down on their back will clearly be exposing their nether regions quite a bit.

Next to this ensemble is a stand of IV drops, complete with bags and syringes. It all looks very, very kinky. You also spot the nozzle of the milking machine hanging over one of the leg stands of the hospital bed. Getting inkling of what is to come you feel your cock rising to the occasion and just then, the door opens and you turn around just in time to face Miss Andrews as she takes your breath away..