Thomas walked at her side across the room to a locked door. He unlocked it and gestured for her to proceed him. The door opened into a hall, with four doors. She did not know what lay behind three of the doors, though she suspected one was a cell. The fourth door was hers. Thomas unlocked the door for her, and she drew in a breath as the lights flickered on.
“Oh, lovely,” she said as she always did. She hung her end of Shadow’s leash on a hook, leaving him standing to the left of the door.
The room had been fully outfitted as a playroom, with every toy imaginable hung on one wall, all manner of harnesses and swings, hooks, and rings for restraint. A sink with disinfectants was against the far wall, next to a shelf holding clean towels. In the centre of the room, a heavy-duty A frame sex bench was bolted to the floor. The leather pads were replaced at regular intervals, and the fixture points were as thick as her thumb.