Jezebel Gives You a Tour

"Please come with me." Jezebel says and gestures with her hand.

Quick to follow her instructions from the Head Mistress, the dark-skinned **** girl wastes no time in getting started. I hesitantly trail closely behind her as she leads us towards the door at the far end of the foyer. Opening it reveals a somewhat narrow staircase leading down into the basement and what I assume would be the '**** quarter'. The faint sound of a feminine voice crying out is instantly audible when the door opens. I immediately halt my step and Jezebel takes note when she realizes I've stopped following her.

"Please... Or else Mistress will punish us both." She pleads.

Realizing that she is probably right and also not really wanting to find out what a punishment from Mistress would be, I decide to begin my descent down the stairs. The passage leading downstairs is dark and the steps are rather steep. The only light that I can use to aid myself is what comes from the room at the bottom. Jezebel has no issue and beats me to the bottom before I am even halfway, probably due to her frequent use.

At the bottom of the steps, a large room almost like a long hallway but at least twice as wide opens up. The walls are made out of dark cobblestone brick, giving the place a real dungeon-like atmosphere. It is actually pretty impressive from an architectural perspective despite giving me an uneasy feeling. Along each parallel side of the lengthy corridor is about a dozen or so doors in total. The corridor itself is mostly empty apart from the same style red rugs as what I saw upstairs as well as a few small tables and other pieces of nice mahogany furniture.

Jezebel immediately heads over to the first door on the left and opens it up. The motion activated lights immediately come to life and once again I am held completely shocked and speechless at what I am seeing. The room is rather large but densely packed with an assortment of deviant items and furniture. Along one of the shelves located on the far wall, I am instantly able to identify the figures of several large dildos of vary shapes and colors. Beneath it on a lower shelf there a few more of them that are a little different looking with a tapered end at the base. On one of the other walls, I notice several different styles of whips, including a paddle and what looks like a riding crop. There are stocks, tables and other strange furniture that I can only assume is used for similarly unnatural purposes. I'm not even certain how most of the items and contraptions in this room work.

"Umm... What is this room used for?" I ask, feeling a little frightened by the sight.

"This is one of the training rooms. There are four in total and all of them are equipped similarly. Each Master and Mistress has their own and we're not supposed to enter unless given permission or accompanied by one of them."

She closes the door shortly after and I am left pondering what exactly this 'training' is going to be like.

"I'd imagine you'll probably spend a lot of time in one of these rooms in the near future. Come along, there is still much more to see."

She doesn't await a response from me before turning direction and making her way to the next destination. So far I've noticed that both of the **** girls I've met seem to care little for conversation and haven't displayed much of any emotion. I'm not sure if it is because they aren't allowed to speak much or if it is because they just don't like me. Perhaps it might be both.