Thursday night came and I showed up once again at Kendra’s door. She answered. This time she was wearing a full vinyl dress that zipped up in the front with matching thigh high vinyl boots. “Come in.” She said cold and sternly. “Strip naked and put these on.” She handed me a pair of vinyl shorts. “Take off your shoes and socks too.”

I stripped down naked as she watched me. I then put on the shorts. They were really tight so there was a slight pain and discomfort. “I’m finished.”

“Excellent. Let’s go.” I followed her down to the basement dungeon. “Wait here and I will be back.”

She had upgraded the dungeon. Probably with the 50 thousand I had given her. The floor was carpeted now, except for an area where a claw footed bathtub stood and a pedestal sink was. Above the bathtub there were chains hanging from the ceiling attached to leather straps, which were hooked to the side of the wall, I suppose so she won’t smack her head on them.

I could feel the carpet under my bare feet. Instead of just handcuffs on the corner of the bed, there were leather straps as well. There was a bench with leather straps and a cabinet with god knows what inside. I wonder what new torture devices she had purchased.

A little while later the dungeon door opened and in walked Kendra with a male in front of her. He was wearing the same thing I was, although he had a leather collar on with a ring on it. He walked over to me and stood next to me.