She pushed the door open it had no knob, just a polished brass push-plate and we stepped into a large, bare room with two windows framed by light gray curtains. You bring in the supplies, selected for each session, to 'bring it to life'", she explained as she opened the door to the room's shallow closet.
It's anchored to the studs- very solid. It will take just about anything you or your slave could do to it. Mistress Ellen stepped to the window. My mother kept hers around and I grew up with them. I'll show you around when we're finished in here. She stepped back to the door and slipped a heavy wooden bar into a heavy bracket across the door, locking the door with a solid 'THUD!
It's also psychologically intimidating to a submissive; it looks and sounds appropriate to a dungeon. I want a slave, who after all is a paying customer, to feel like he or she is the only slave at the Academy - unless they want otherwise, of course. We can arrange either live or recorded sound effects if that's what they want. With that, we stepped out of the room, letting the door close behind us with another solid 'THUD"!
We stepped into Room Nine, similarly Spartan. Mistress Ellen turned on the lights. Well, not everybody can be lucky. But if they want dark, this is REAL dark! She turned the lights back on and drew my attention to the ceiling. Room Nine had one thing that Room Ten didn't- a white-and-chrome Sears Craftsman rope hoist mounted in the center of the ceiling.
Mistress Ellen stepped to the closet for a remote control. Mistress Ellen pressed a key on the remote and the hoist hummed quietly, slowly reeling out a half-inch rope with a slip hook at its end. I don't think we want clients any heavier than that! Next down the hall was Room Eight, very basic, and we just glanced in. Across the hall was Room Seven; as we stepped in, Mistress Ellen told me, in a reminiscing tome, "This used to be my bedroom when I lived here, before I devoted the whole house to the Academy.
