There is a sudden commotion as a rolled-up carpet, squirming every now and then, is carried into the room by a few guards. It is dropped unceremoniously on the floor of the Dungeon, directly in front of the recently-replenished fireplace.

Chksng popped to his feet (now I KNOW this is fiction) and dashed from the meal table where 2 slaves served as platters for this evening's repast. (Imagine, if you will, 2 of our lovely ladies; thighs bound to ankles, arms bound behind the supine females. 2 large Maine lobsters had their claws doubling as nipple clips, a hot baked potato nestled up against the perianua of each lady. Their honeypots dripped with melted butter and sour cream, ready to be spooned onto the potatoes. I leave the remainder to your imagination, but rest assured the ladies are experiencing no slight discomfort.)

Mobius looked up from the beautifully bare potato condiment container of his "platter" and asked, "What's that? Don't like my decorating already?? It's only been a few days!"

Chksng replied, "come on, Mobius. You know what's in this rug... just not whom it may be." He reached down to undo the ties holding the rug in it's rolled state, and out rolled his surprise.

"Lord Mobius, may I offer for your viewing my dear friend and slave 'A'. She is a confirmed masochist who has delivered herself over to my care. And if you ask real nice, I might just share her now and again. For starters, though, we're going to put her down as my Assistant for Deforesting Veneris Mons. With her, I don't need tweezers any more. She uses her teeth."

Mobius laughed so hard he nearly fell off his chair. "I see you've already cleaned her well."

Chksng demurred, "No my friend. I allow her to pluck her own clean, with a promise of steam cleaning if she ever misses a hair. I bought one of those steam cleaning tools with the pointy nose on late night TV."

Grasping the lovely lady's wavy locks, Chksng pulled A from her reclining position and pulled her to a new post in the south west corner of the room, just installed today.

"OK, A, I've got a special treat for your first night's discomfort! See all the holes in the pole? They're all threaded to adjust for the height of the occupant. I've got this nice anal explorer all ready for you, in your favorite size: 'YIKES'. Let me squirt a little of this hydrogen peroxide on it to make sure it's clean, then I'll thread it into the pole."

Completing that and using a handy stool, A was backed against the pole as the invader nestled into it's new home. Chksng wrapped a lovely corset around her and the pole, and strapped it tightly to prevent slippage. Wrists bound behind the pole were bound to ankles lifted off the floor, and A's entire weight rested on the invader within, as well as the corset, of course.

Stopping for a second, a thin bar was run through the pole behind A's head, and two leather slings were attached after running them under her thighs.

"Better. Don't want to stress you too much your first night. What's left? Oh, yes; have you ever seen the French Pear before? A lovely gag. Goes in easily, then I just move this sideways a little and SNAP, your next words will arrive in about 4 hours, dearie."

Chksng kissed her on her nipples, long, warm kisses. He turned back to the dinner table and strode back to continue his attack on his lobster. Turning to Mobius, he said, "I've got her all set up so you can try her out after dinner. If the girls here get bored we can have them pleasure my pretty A after we hose them off. A fine ending for the first day, eh?"