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An extract from one of the stories to be found on the blog:

The door wasn’t meant to keep others out. Veronica took the deadbolt key from its peg and fit it into the lock. It opened smoothly and she entered.

With immense satisfaction, she took in the basement, built to taste. Glazed terra-cotta tiles, powdered cinderblock walls, black lighting. In the near darkness, Veronica picked out the working rack, the cage, the bondage chair and the horse…she grinned, knowing of one thing more that was not, at the moment, visible.

She reached and flipped a switch.

A spotlight lit upon the naked male strung out over a two-foot thick, three-foot high stone cylinder, rounded at the top and resembling a stiff male penis. It was set into the center of a shallow bowl, all set with tile, and a bondage ring at each point around the center as though at signs of a clock. The male was spread-eagled. Ropes leading from his wrists and ankles used four of the available rings, the fore bone of his hip pressing against the stone cock’s head. His face appeared above his shoulders as he lifted it towards Veronica, features contorted in pain and exhaustion. Seeing her, his agony briefly gave over to grateful recognition…and then, helplessly, he dropped his head again.

“Hello dear…” she said sweetly. “I’m home.”

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