Properly braced, I continued my tour of the house, stopping back by the kitchen for a little plate of crackers and caviar to accompany my drink. Most civilized, I thought. I worked my way through the guest rooms and was heading to the dungeon when I felt a little cold. I’d left my top back in the kitchen and I was missing it right about now with a chill on in the house. I pondered going back to get it, but then decided to live to excess. The door to the dungeon was quite heavy and there was an odd resistance as I swung it open. Just another freaky feature of the house, I figured. Stepping inside I touched the wall panel and the lights came on, illuminating the strange room. I touched it again and set the house temperature up to a more comfortable 74F before I gave into my curiousity and explored the room.
I need to stop here and let you know what my first impression of the room was when Waldo revealed it to me earlier: black leather, chrome, and chains. My bare feet told me of the ceramic tile floor and I deduced there was, and found, a series of small grated drains set into the floor. I didn’t want to know why there were drains in the room, but from the looks of things I could see that it had been washed spotless. A stainless steel door set into the tiled wall opened and revealed a coiled hose with both hot and cold handles on the spigot.
As it turned out, there were a few of the stainless steel doors set into the wall, some in the floor, and some in the ceiling and the ones I could open all held something different. One had a wide (and I do mean wide!) selection of ‘toys’, another held a flat panel display for various ‘workstations’ about the room, and yet another held a collection of manacles, collars, handcuffs, shackles, and things that were hybrid combinations of all of that. I wasn’t exactly sure just what some of those things were they were so strange. I shuddered to imagine what goings on these items had been party to in the past and I imagined them possessing an aura of the events they’d been involved in.
Now I turned to the workstations and gave myself to trying to decipher how a body fit into them and what, exactly, was meant to be accomplished once a body was fitted into them. One of them was sort of a complex thing with a suspended chair and stirrups and weights and pulleys and boxes. I looked it over for a while to see if I could fathom its purpose and I finally gave up and moved on. The next workstation was a padded chair like a dentist would have except with hinged metal belts for securing ones’ neck, hands, waist, and ankles. The metal belts appeared to be mechanically operated but I was unable to find any swtich for it. It was also the only workstation with a large drain right underneath it and, in comparison to the rest of the room, it really wasn’t remarkable at all. Then there was a sort of vaulting horse complete with a saddle and the only odd thing about it was a funny stainless steel plate set into the saddle. The vaulting horse also had stirrups of a sort, but they were odd looking things, each of them a kind of slipper lined with soft fleece. Another had a more evident purpose, resembling the exam table at my gyno doctor’s. Except my gyno doctor didn’t have self-locking restraints on her exam table. Interesting.
There were a few places along the wall that were equipped with odd devices that were clearly meant to secure a person in a most uncomfortable position and, again, I shuddered with the thought of what uses they’d been put to in the past.
My modesty welled up on me in this disturbing room and I found myself tying my top back on as I walked out and went to close the door. For some reason, the door wasn’t going to move. It was as if it suddenly just froze in place. I tried it a couple more times and finally said, “What-ever!” and headed back out to the patio. This time I left the boys alone and just enjoyed another twenty minutes in the sun before I went in for the day.
There was a thick, plush robe in the bathroom and I helped myself to it, cinching it around my waist. A studied glance out the window at the breathtaking view, and then I made my way to the kitchen to make a pot of coffee. I soon had the comforting sounds of perking coffee to keep me company and that was when I saw a door off the kitchen that Waldo hadn’t shown me. I padded over and turned the knob and found a handsomely decorated library. There was a dark, hard wood desk, two red leather chairs, and a collection of large books. I drew one of the books from the bookshelf and opened it to find some very intense pictures of women being tortured and apparently raped. I placed the book back where it belonged and opened another. Then another. And another. They were all the same. Except for the one shelf that had several books about behavior modification, psychology, and then a Physicians’ Desk Reference on pharmacopaeia. I wondered what was up with all the books about women when Waldo was gay? What was his deal anyway? Was he a flunked out doctor or shrink? I guessed it really didn’t matter as long as I got paid at the end of the month.
I sat down in the chair at the desk and got nosy and slid out a drawer to reveal a keyboard and a trackball mouse. I merely tapped the mouse wondering where the computer was when the desktop slowly flipped back and a familiar flat panel display came up and lit as the hidden PC booted up. The computer must’ve been a good one as it was up and ready in less than a minute. The usual desktop icons were displayed and then there were a few others that bore some exploring.
“Workout routines” rated an inspection and it seemed to be a program for some sort of exercise regimen. I found different routines with names like ‘Pony’, ‘Chair’, ‘Prisoner’, and ‘Invader’ and the display also had a ‘Perimeter Guardian’, whatever that was. I clicked on each program, found the settings and turned them on and then waited as nothing happened. Finally I clicked out of ‘Workout routines’ and settled for playing ‘Medal of Honor’. I got the game ready to go and then popped out to the kitchen to fetch my coffee and then I spent a nice, lazy day killing Nazis.
I played the game from beginning to end and was terribly surprised to see the clock on the screen show 10:13pm. I’d blown a whole day in this house playing a stupid game! It wasn’t my usual thing, but I went to the kitchen and got a yogurt out of the fridge and went out to the patio for dinner before I gave it up and went to bed.
My last issue of the day was whether I really needed to sleep in my sweats tonight or just go raw? When I pulled back the sheets and felt the softest cotton you’d ever felt it was decided I’d go raw. I don’t even remember falling asleep.
Day Three
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The morning came as if orchestrated. The sunrise gently illuminated my bed and the blue sky greeted my eyes as I woke up and looked out the window. It was a pretty day and I decided to get up and enjoy it. I grabbed a thick, terry robe from the bathroom and went downstairs for my requisite morning coffee. I took a look at a panel and found the TV control and turned it on. In the living room I heard voices and walked out there with my coffee and lazed about watching the Today Show. There was news about the latest something or other going in Crapistan or some other pisspot country and I guess I sort of just zoned out and found my thoughts returning to the dungeon.