He gives you a tour

"Oh My God!" you squeak. "You scared me!"

He responds with a polite smile, his hand making a vague gesture to the room. "Like I said, do you see anything you like?"

"Umm...the door was open and...I was...confused about...direction...and....I was curious..." you trail off in embarrassment at being caught snooping and at the contents of the room.

"I understand," he says politely, stepping forward into the room. "Perfectly natural. No need to be ashamed of it." As he nears you you take a nervous step back from him, afraid of what he might do, and unsure of how your body might respond.

"No need to be frightened Lisa," he says, noticing your reaction. "Nothing happens in this room that everybody involved doesn't want to happen." You stare at him with wide eyes, trembling slightly, considering options.

"Let me show you around," he says politely. "Satisfy your curiosity. The bench you were touching a moment ago is for securing the submissive partner in a manner where she is utterly restrained. Usually face down, although face up is possible. It allows her to be spanked or caned and it also allows her to be penetrated in any hole." You blush furiously at his calm explanation, feeling forbidden excitement fluttering again, as you look at the bench.

"Now over here is a table that serves a similar purpose, although the submissive is usually restrained face up. One again, it allows for flogging or caning, breast binding, or clips to the nipples or labia." He gestures to you to come closer as he speaks, and like an obedient tourist being shown around by a guide you slowly come near, once again imagining yourself stretched out and open to whatever degradations were prepared for you. You bite your lip as you think of yourself writhing and pleading for mercy, but loving every moment of your captivity.

"This machine is particularly useful with both the bench and the table," he goes on, patting a device near the foot of a table, then turning it on with a smile at you. Two rods, each of them with a rubber dildo on the end, start slow thrusting motions. You stand wide eyed, picturing yourself bound to the table as the remorseless machine fucked you senseless. Your eyes are riveted to the sight of its gradually increasing tempo, your breathing getting deeper as you imagine it filling your needy holes.

"Moving on, this scaffold allows the submissive to be restrained in a standing position, her legs spread. This is ideal for whipping, spanking or the application of clips. It also allows full access for penetration. You see that the chains can be adjusted for any height, and the submissive can be left on her knees, so her mouth can be freely used. Are you ok Lisa?" he asks with sudden concern.

You realize that you must have gasped at the thought of yourself suspended, your ass burning with slaps of a paddle, your pussy flowing with your juices. You look at him with wide eyes, managing a nod but not daring to speak. He looks at your for a moment, then smiles and nods, gesturing to the wall.

"Here we have a number of things," he says, pointing things out as he speaks. "Rope for restraint, specially made to be soft, so it doesn't unnecessarily abrade the skin. Various hand and foot cuffs and shackles. Clips for the nipples, and others for the labia or hood of the clitoris. Blindfolds and gags and hoods that range from near total sensory deprivation, to variants of lesser extremes."

"Here of course are some spanking paddles," he says, taking one off a rack and showing you. It is made of black leather, wide with holes in it. You holds it out to you, and you hold it gingerly, looking at it with fascination, imagining yourself feeling it's stinging blows on your unprotected ass. You're aware of how hard your heart is beating, how your breathing continues to deepen, how your pussy is dripping its wetness into your pants. Reluctantly, you hand it back to him, your eyes watching as he places it back on the wall and takes down a braided leather riding crop.

"This of course is a riding crop," he explains flexing it between his hands to show you how springy it is. "Excellent for multiple purposes, and can be used to strike almost any part of the body. The popper at the end can either tease or sting as the dominant partner chooses."

You bite your lip as you stare at the crop in his hand, imagining yourself chained up and helpless, whimpering and squealing with each blow of the crop. You almost feel it stinging your ass, your thighs, the mound of your pussy, the popper slapping your stiff nipples. You give a little moan at the thought, not taking your eyes off the crop.

He gives a little smile, then reaches the crop out to you, gently touching your face with the popper. You gasp and quiver at the touch, your eyes staring at his face. He traces the crop down the line of your cheek, then down your neck with maddening slowness, all the while smiling at you.

When he traces the popper down your body to your breasts you shudder, feeling your already stiff nipples grow even harder, your juices flow more quickly. He watches you as he moves it down your body, seeing you wriggle, seeing you try to stifle your gasps. When he touches your thighs with the crop it is like you receive an electric shock, your body arching as you groan at the feel of it, and at the images of glorious submission that flood your mind.

"Do you have any questions Lisa?" he asks with the same quiet courtesy he has used throughout the tour.

"Yes...yes.." you whimper quietly, looking at him with shy eyes, "I want...I want..I want to be...a...good girl....I want to...to...to be...to be taught....to obey..."