Sean was now accustomed to wearing chastity devices and butt plugs as a matter of course. The riding crop she held was tucked to the side as she folded her gloved arms below her bust. Indian XXX In the silence of the car, Sean could already hear industrial rock blaring from the club in the background. That’s not how this works. And the women studying him with those hellish gazes now sported horns, fangs and blackish webbing along their arms, legs and wagging, forked tails. To the left side of the club’s name was a a pair of testicles outlined in bright orange being repeatedly smashed by a fist from one side and a boot from the other. The dungeon motif was consistent throughout with bondage furniture, metal leashing poles and wall rings popping up in every direction. Delilah took the bottle and thanked him before returning to Sean. “Mistress. I’m Glen.” He held out his hand eagerly. Packed neatly into its rectangular shape was a black latex gimp suit. Lena ignored his discomfort. As he awoke and began to make sense of the world, he realized his head was lying on a table.
