100 WAYS TO SIN
“Follow me.”
I crawled behind him down the long hallway to a door I had never noticed before. He opened it and the sight inside made my breath catch. The room was painted a deep, rich red with soft, dim lighting. One entire wall was covered in mirrors. There was a large padded bench, a St. Andrew’s cross, hooks hanging from the ceiling, and shelves lined with every imaginable toy — dildos in every size and shape, vibrators, plugs, floggers, paddles, ropes, nipple clamps with chains, spreader bars, and things I didn’t even recognize. It was a fully equipped private BDSM room.
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