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The latch clicks. You take a step back as the bookshelf swings open. You look down the stairs that were revealed. You step carefully down, emerging into a dim room. As you move further in, the lights flicker on. The room is a playground of tools and equipment. There are several cells along one wall. On another, rows of sex toys and torture devices. There were leashes and handcuffs of all sizes. They would fit any age group. They looked well made, some were purely functional, others were highly ornate. You could feel your dick growing hard as you imagined the mischief you could make in this room. The soundproofing would ensure that only you would know what went on. | The latch clicks. You take a step back as the bookshelf swings open. You look down the stairs that were revealed. You step carefully down, emerging into a dim room. As you move further in, the lights flicker on. The room is a playground of tools and equipment. There are several cells along one wall. On another, rows of sex toys and torture devices. There were leashes and handcuffs of all sizes. They would fit any age group. They looked well made, some were purely functional, others were highly ornate. You could feel your dick growing hard as you imagined the mischief you could make in this room. The soundproofing would ensure that only you would know what went on. | ||
*[[Jacking off|Pleasure yourself]] | *[[Fantastic Views/Jacking off|Pleasure yourself]] | ||
*[[Go Outside|Go outside to find your victim]] | *[[Fantastic Views/Go Outside|Go outside to find your victim]] | ||
[[Category: Fantastic Views|The main room]] | [[Category: Fantastic Views|The main room]] | ||
Latest revision as of 10:48, 1 March 2021
The latch clicks. You take a step back as the bookshelf swings open. You look down the stairs that were revealed. You step carefully down, emerging into a dim room. As you move further in, the lights flicker on. The room is a playground of tools and equipment. There are several cells along one wall. On another, rows of sex toys and torture devices. There were leashes and handcuffs of all sizes. They would fit any age group. They looked well made, some were purely functional, others were highly ornate. You could feel your dick growing hard as you imagined the mischief you could make in this room. The soundproofing would ensure that only you would know what went on.