As he drove the Lincoln up into the drive and toward the garage he marveled at the pure size and masonry work of 'Marla's House'.As he drove the Lincoln up into the drive and toward the garage he marveled at the pure size and masonry work of 'Marla's House'. "This your place, Marla?", he asked. "Yup....me and the damn bank........like it?" "I love it! It has class and character!" Laughing, Marla pulled the garage door opener out of her purse and hit the button while saying "That ain't all you're going to 'love' about this place, M-A-S-T-E-R PAUL (long heavy emphasis)! The 'inside' of my 'castle' every bit lives up to the promises it makes on the outside.....IF YOU ARE AN INQUISITOR OR A WILLING PROSPECTIVE VICTIM OF THE INQUISITION....A TRUE SLAVE..... ESPECIALLY A FEMALE SLAVE!!!" Paul let that ride as the car rolled into the garage and he braked to a stop. The garage door closed behind them with a soft 'thud'. Marla got out of the car and started to walk around to his side as he shut off the engine, put the car in park and set the brake. She opened the door and bowed at the waist, saying: "WELCOME, .....MASTER PAUL......, TO MISTRESS MARLA'S CASTLE OF TORTURE AND PAIN.......THE BEST KEPT SECRET IN TOWN AMONG SUBMISSIVES! You are the FIRST MALE.....MASTER.....to enter this gray stone container of screams and moans.........follow me!" Marla walked over to a long sloping ramp leading into what seemed to be the basement of the house......a ramp that had an I-Beam trolley above it from the garage down into the basement.......a beam system that ended about at the back door of Paul's Lincoln. He followed her down the ramp to a huge wooden door that was swinging open, seemingly all on it's own. As they walked through the open door a second door a few feet ahead began to open as the one behind swung shut with a very final 'thump'. As the second door moved sideways, sliding on apparent rollers, Paul heard a faint, quivering voice begin begging plaintively: "Oh, please MISTRESS. |