Doug certainly admired the Rochefort's style. Anything one could possilibly think of was here in this dungeon: Whips, paddles, restraints, clamps, a few canes, a riding crop, straps, butt-plugs, dildos, a figure-8, and cock rings of various sizes.

Wait a minute! Doug thought. "A figure-8? ...Cock rings?" Maybe Mr. Rochefort was a submissive...Or maybe he was a switch?... Interesting indeed. He knew a few.

But what about Ms. Cockrill? ...An intercom?...That was rather bizarre...First she locks us in here for an hour so he and Louise could try-out this equipment, then announces that they could stay another hour?...What the hell was she doing upstairs?... "Other clients," she said. He shrugged.

Strolling over to where the toys were, the shirtless man spotted a rubber dildo. He took that and a seven inch butt-plug, then gazed over to his locked-in slave. "I think it's time to try something else, my dear."

Removing the ball-gag, he asked sarcastically if she were having fun. She stretched her jaws a bit and replied, "Yes Sir." Caressing her on the side of the face, she never failed to please him... "I have something else for your mouth," Doug said with a wry smile. "Suck on this!" He then forced the head of the rubber cock in her mouth. "Hold it slave! There will be severe punishment if you drop it!" It was almost comical the way she tried to reply to his command.

Then Doug walked around to her rear and spread open her butt cheeks, revealing her rear passage. Lubricating the butt plug with some of her pussy juice, he slowly penetrated her anus. She moaned for sure as each inch found it's way in, until the whole seven inches was buried to the hilt.

Stepping back, he wished Liz could see this.