“Can we be down here?” I asked Sir in a whisper as he led me down into the basement of the gothic mansion owned by Sir’s newest client Michael, something I could not remember. The mansion was located on the outskirts of town surrounded by ancient evergreens that went for as far as the eye could see. No one would hear you scream in that stone house surrounded by the dense woods, was my first thought when we pulled up.
“Of course. Michael gave me a tour when I was here last week. We thought you might enjoy a particular room within the house. One that is typically off-limits to guests.” Sir had a devious smile as he spoke and things deep in my core started to respond. My mind racing with all the dirty possibilities.
Surly my imagination was being overactive hoping for an intricate sex dungeon full of naughty toys and intricate contraptions to fulfill all my deviant desires. Even if I was right and Michael, did have a sex dungeon hidden away in his stone basement why would he consider sharing such a private place with Sir and I. It made no sense and I tried to quell my excitement with common sense.