A latex girl thing

It was the apartment that caused Rusty to replay everything. At first glance it was more than boring; there was nothing he could see in it: no memories and no valuables. Further in, however, his mouth dropped open as the lower floor revealed a plethora of alternative lifestyle options; it was practically a fucking store! There were racks of latex, leather, heavy rubber, PVC, Lycra, spandex, cotton clothing of various designs, lengths, and colors. A wall was decorated with a vast array of spanking implements, starting with a heavy fly swatter, ending with a three foot frat-style paddle board. Floggers. Whips. Ropes. Straps. Belts. Masks. Gags. Blindfolds. Nipple clamps. Enema kits. There were also very old bits of torture devices Rusty was certain were from the Middle Ages and they looked operational. There were other devices and clothing options he had never seen anywhere: at the club or online.

Slave turned to look at him while surrounded by the vast sea of bondage and decadence. “Master, welcome: this is your dungeon.”