Sir Tim led his new slave-girl into the darkness, with the four halogen lights fixed in the ceiling serving as the only light. The rug on the floor eased some of the pressure on a kneeling slave's knees. As He tugged on the leash, leading her toward the center of this well-equiped playroom, He knew her eyes would adjust to the strange, ominous surroundings quickly. The four black walls would add to the eerieness of the place.

As slut put one knee in front of the other, He could see her hardened nipples, both from the chill in the room, for this was the coolest room in the house, which provided a haven during the scorching days of summer, and from the excitement of it all. She also, obediently, kept her eyes down as she trudged along behind Him.

Finally Tim stopped under the two, long hanging chains, that were attached to the ceiling by two I-bolts. With an upward tug on the leash, He whacked her on the butt with the crop and gave her a terse command, "Up slut!" The leather-clad man forced her to stand, then raised each one of her arms so He could attach each one of her wrists to the leather cuffs already hooked onto a link in each chain. This left her arms spread out over her head with her feet still on the rug, but He added a three foot spreaderbar, which forced her legs out.

Stepping back to admire the lovely sight before Him, Tim wondered to Himself once again. Why would anyone want to give her away, which is what that cheap asking price was? Was she constantly giving her previous owner a hard time? Maybe he grew tired of discipling her. At least slut was keeping her eyes down. Perhaps He'd bought a good one, He mused.

His eyes wandered from her perky breasts down to her bald pussy, when He realized that He really didn't know her limits. Tim was not a sadist, but He would indeed to explore what those limits were, as He slowly began walking around her suspended form, still holding the crop.