One more turn of the screw to finish attaching the hasp... there! Now a nice bullet-proof Master lock and the keys to Mobius and me only. Add the "DANGER - NO ENTRY UNDER PAIN OF DEATH" sign, and even the most addle-pated sub won't be able to get in.

(gets on Public Address system)
"To all denizens of the Dungeon: The door to the alternate universe has been firmly sealed. Anyone hearing sounds from the other side is advised to ignore them, or call a Lord."

There. Project complete. Now for a little fun. Who can I find to share a couple hours? Perhaps I'll find someone out wandering...

Lo and behold! Ruby and Bisarah working out with Jenny working as personal trainer for them! Right now, she has them on the stair-climbers. Hmm: she's holding a switch....

"Jenny, did someone give you permission to discipline my slaves?" I asked sweetly.

She squirmed under the force of my gaze, and nearly whispered, "Err, no Sir."

"And why are you using it?"

"T-to encourage them to keep up their speed and performance, Sir," she responded.

"Wonderful," I answered. "Then you'll understand why I'll use that pretty piece of willow on your ass in a few minutes. Bisarah! Ruby! Get off those machines and attend me here." They dismounted quickly, but took the extra seconds necessary to shut off the equipment and clean it. Responsible behavior. Nice to see.

"This way, Ladies. Over to the horse, here. Swing your leg over and lay down, Jenny. Stretch those legs down and I'll fasten them. Now your wrists here, miss.

"Best make yourself comfortable, Jenny. This may take a bit, but you have no place to go tonight, right? I'm going to adjust this handle, here, which swings up a bolster under your hips to lift that pretty fanny so the switch can do a better job.

"Ruby? As one of the victims of improper switching, I'd like you to do a slow, careful switching of the right side of Jenny's back and buttocks. None over the kidneys or along the spine, you know the drill. Several on the backs of the thighs. About 20 ought to be good. And when Ruby is done, Bisarah, you can do the same on her left side."

About a half hour of shouts and begging later, Bisarah had finished with her side. The switch was about worn out, so we got rid of it and released Jenny. She got down on her knees in front of me and begged for forgiveness. I indicated for her to rise, and the three of us walked a ways along, through other interesting pieces of equipment.

"Jenny," I started, "the ladies have punished you properly for lifting a switch to them. Now it's my turn. This should be really simple for you, dear. Just lay down on your front on this form fitting bench. What? Oh, yes, that. Hundreds and hundreds of little tacks, dear. they are mounted under the leather so just an eighth of an inch or so of point sticks above. Not enough to rip the skin, but enough to hurt you. Knees in those side areas there, yes. Now to strap you in, and 'presto!', you're ready for the next piece of this. A nice, friendly vibe, placed in such a way as to tease your clit and make you wiggle a bit. You'll love the sensations, until those little pins make themselves known to you. Now, I'll just pull these wide straps over your back, thighs, and butt. More points? Why sure the straps have the same! Otherwise you could lift yourself. See you in the morning, Jenny."

"Now, ladies. Where were we? How about some time in the hot tub? Some nice massages?"

We moved off arm-in-arm, aiming at the door to the pool. And a relaxing night.