Who knew the man of the house was a closet dom?
An innocent game of strip poker quickly turned into a trip to the Dungeon, the nickname the man of the house has given to the basement. I'd never been down there until now. Judging by the look in his eyes, I don't think he'll be letting me leave, either. Not until he's done with me.
If I thought the shackles were bad, the cage was another beast altogether.
