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“Most peculiar,” she agreed, but she followed as I led her down and along the corridor. “Voila! as the frenchies have it,” I laughed as I led her into the tower playroom. The entire inside of the hollow stone tower was whitewashed and reflected the light downwards with little diminuition. It was and is twenty feet clear at the base almost circular on two sides but squared on two more where the door came voyeur in and the side at right anges where a wheel was situate. She trod uneasily on the thick carpets as she loked round at the copious polished metal chains, leather straps and other paraphernalia hooked to the lower walls. Whips and paddles, hand cuffs, swords, chains in great profusion, a scolds bridle, chastity belts, various appliances sat upon the work bench to one side. Chains hung from the great oak beam set across the middle of the tower around twenty feet I would say from the stone floor, for which a double ladder rested against the wall. Chans not merely for the huge candelabra for lighting the room after sun down but many spare stout chains each easily able to take the weight of a man or more likely a woman. On a curved wall a crucifix, full size though with straps not nails for attachment. On the floor stocks, in two sizes, one large for wide spread legs, one small for closed legs. A wheel took pride of place on the squared wall. Over seven feet in diameter, made by a mill wright and like a mill wheel, except it had adjustable brackets and attachment points for chains. Its shaft speared the wall of the room and a huge break lever stood proud locking it from turning. “That was how William met his demise,” I explained with a gesture towards the great wheel, “With a whore.” “Really, I had no inclination to know.” she declared, “Did it spin him senseless?” “No, it cannot spin,” I explained, “Actually it merely revolves to the inverse position leaving one inverted, or as the case may be as some other angle.” She stepped nearer looking at it closely. “There is a headrest,” I pointed to the leather covered cup shaped object at the top of the wheel, indian “The human head and neck can readily support body weight crushing it though not body weight hanging from it!” I laughed. “And you invert people?” she queried. “Indeed, hands strapped here and here,” I pointed out the wide soft leather hand straps, “And feet restrained and one can invert it most easily, provided one judges the weight and build of the person.” She stood transfixed. “For amateur your size I should set the foot step and about babe there,” I explained as I adjusted the aforesaid step and locked it in position. “Like this?” she asked and she stepped up on it. “No facing out, turn round,” I explained. She turned, I slid the timber across trapping her feet. “John!” she protested. “Hush, I shall send you head over heels!” I promised. She reached down to free her feet but she merely overbalanced and ended up suported by her hands completely helpless. “John, Let me go!” she protested. I closed the playroom door and set a timber baulk across it. I returned to Emily. “Have you seen one of these before?” I asked as she looked sideways at me. “Release me you brute!” she snapped. “It’s a skinner, do you see, razor sharp hooked blade backed by a smooth oaken shaft,” I explained, “Normally I would slide it down from the nape of a simple unsuspecting maid’s neck and into her gown. parting the poor cheese cloth easily and baring her back as I ease it downwards and yet with no danger what so ever of Brunette cutting her soft flesh.” Now, get that bitch over here and humiliate her.” The cat scowled at her in Brunette annoyance. I brought my hand to shield my eyes from the sun and opened my eyes. Molly would have responded to me, but in that moment, something else caught her attention. Then Sam whispered deep. “Oh.” Paul simply answered, then smiled. With mirrors on the ceiling, I notice. That’s all that mattered. She gently squeezes one, then the other. Lily hated having to talk dirty, but the alternative was just unbearable. "Don't leave, why cant I move, am I paralyzed?" Dawn closed her eyes and relished the feeling but soon indian found it did not satisfy the need or babe quench the need for more. When I was adjusted again I made an excuse to get up and top up my drink. Honey it was fantastic but, you know, it wasn't you." I didn't feel much remorse amateur for him considering the alcoholism. I think you are pretty well set as Master's serving slave unless you screw up really bad." He soon exploded into her with all of the cum he had stored up and she gave a little shudder voyeur and relaxed again.