Erin Rodgers

like it. The first thing that caught my eye was a giant wooden X cross with chains. A stainless steel table with restraints. On the wall, whips and chains, ball gags. A stock for head and hands. A bath tub. A cage. The room was dark, red, and cold. "Wait here". Tracy went into a door. A few minutes later, she re-appeared, dressed in leather, low cut to her breasts, high cut up to her thigh, and boots. She was carrying a whip. "Strip". I took my clothes off. She cracked the whip. "On the table". I laid on the table, on my back. It was so cold. She used the restraints to bind me, my arms and legs spread. She put a ball gag in my mouth, then put nipple clamps on my nipples. Painful, but erotic. She grabbed