Badly

You are spellbound by her eyes. Her body beneath, flushed with desire, her nipples pebbled, warm with the heat of lust she feels. And then you are broken from your daze.

Olivia yells at you, "So, are you just going to stand there all day? We need some privacy, unless you want me to..." She shuts her mouth, just before she would've reflexively threatened you.

You look up at her, then around. She and Erica are standing next to the milking machine. Although it looks different than you remember seeing it yesterday morning, bigger, with... some type of dildo attachment at the front? When did that happen?

They both look uncomfortably between you and Rebecca. You look around, only to see that Sephora left at some point. "Uh, where is she? Uh, Sephora?" Olivia's anger breaks for a second to reveal a wry smile. "Oh, her, she mutely went up the stairs, like a zombie, after your little collaring. Probably wondering why she didn't believe me. You put up quite a show there, master." Rebecca's use of master had been full of love, but Olivia made it sound like some type of slur. "Although, all I can say for sure is that she didn't look happy about it."

Her mocking enjoyment ends. "Now, buzz off. Erica needs this room to herself, and I'd help you leave, but I sort of can't anymore. And take your little lovesick puppy with you. I question her taste with getting you to collar her, but that job seems pretty easy compared to Erica's. And if she likes it, hey, good for her, I sort of wish I could be happy being a little slutty bit..."

"ENOUGH." You looked at her, rage in your eyes. But then you are brought out of it by Rebecca pulling at your pant leg. "That's enough, we should leave. I don't want you to fight." Rebecca looks up at you, and your rage disintegrates. You really should get a better control over that. For Rebecca.

So, you walk to the door, giving Erica and Olivia a wide berth. Rebecca walks on her hands and knees next to you. Once she gets to the stairs, she stands up, walking behind you. You go up the stairs, only to see another door in the stairway before the door to the apartment.

"I think we should explore it. You know, while we're here. We might need to know about it."

Rebecca only nods, waiting behind you, as you open the door.

The room before you is... a mix of the mundane and the fantastical. In the center of the room is a bed, bigger than king size, big enough that it could fit at least half a dozen people comfortably. The blankets seem to be made of silk, and you can see various notches built into the bed frame. Perfect for tying up somebody while in bed. Your hands twitch, as though readying themselves to be used, telling you how you can use them like a whispering voice.

Then there is a bunch of furniture all around. Tables that look like they're made of leather. Spanking benches. A squat box with rounded edges and a dildo sticking up out of it. A sybian. A big X looking thing with smooth surfaces and restraints. A St Andrew's cross. And a few others, that you can't help but glance over. In a headache, your eyes turn to the ceiling, only to see things built into it. Eyelets, so you can engage in suspension play. You look down again, no place safe here. A wall with every form of vibrator and whips, canes and every painful implement you can imagine. Clamps, weights, even a few different forms of gags. It's like a candy store for deviants.

It is the Master Bedroom, according to a plaque on the wall.