Monday morning came and so did the rain, Sam as usual swathed in rain-proofs off at his usual time, his wife having ensured he knew what meals she had... left him for the few days she would be away. At nine, suitcase in hand, off they set for the bus, and an hour later they were dropped at the lane leading to the gateway of the little farm. The old walnut trees in the long drive dripping rainwater on them as the trudged up to the pretty little farmhouse. Old Jed the only worker now, greeted. Without asking him, she took his hand in hers. She heard him make a small choking sound and she knew. She had known last night. She had seen him in the room. He had watched her dance. She had seen him watching her, and knew. She felt it, too.They couldn't talk about it now. Not now. Later. When the voices stopped, when she was done with the insurance thing. When she was free from this craving, free from her marriage. When Mr. Smith let her go. She had always known he would not keep her. Last. I found this to be so fucking exciting. I am always the submissive and love my role but for the first time, I now had a full time slave of my own.I told her, "You will wear my chain, and as long as you wear it you are MY slave. Of course I do enjoy sharing my slaves with my girlfriends so for now you're the party slut!! Do you understand?"At this point Suzy was holding Joey roughly by her long black hair and pushing her face into Suzy's wet pussy and all I heard was Joey saying, something. Many bore openings in their surfaces, and most featured hooks and rings through which ropes or chains could be threaded. More of the latter dangled from the vaulted ceiling, well out of reach. It was a dungeon designed for only one thing: torture. Her torture.But at the moment she was alone ... and to her surprise the door was open. Groaning, she pried herself from the floor and tried to shuffle toward the hall.She didn’t make it. The painful cuts on her feet seared like lightning with each.