Conditioning the Pony
My attention is focused too much on the scent of the burning herbs to notice that my love has stepped behind me. With a quick movement she has placed the fox fur lined blindfold over my eyes. I inhale sharply, taking in more of the smoke she uses to clean the room, to mark it as her territory. A pair of handcuffs click around my wrists, sealing the deal. And so it begins.
She starts to lead me around. This place used to be a storage facility, with ceilings four meters high. But things have changed dramatically since then. Today it is nothing less than a 450 square meter big playground for pervert fantasies. Almost ever