I nervously looked around at the rest of the shed. While it was better than the cell, I didn't necessarily like what I saw. From the ceiling near the cell was an electric winch with thick cuffs hanging off the cable. The winch was mounted to the roof joists so the cuffs were about nine feet off the ground since they were retracted. I traced a wire from the winch with my eyes to a control panel mounted to the wall. In the wall studs in line with the winch were a series of eye-bolts. I may have been a neophyte, but I knew those were to secure an insolent sub's arms and legs in a spread position. That could be hanging from the winch or standing on the floor. There were probably a few other uses I didn't know about. There was also a chair that looked very similar to the dentist style chairs at the spa. This one was a bit different though. It had stirrups like you would find in a gynaecologist's office. The only difference was there was a support structure for the calf as well and straps to make sure you couldn't move your legs. Similarly at the head of the chair was a strap that looked like it was to hold your head in place and the armrests also had straps. If they chose, I knew I could be totally restrained in this chair.
The chair faced the wall. On the wall, a giant TV. If I had to guess, it was 85 inches and since the chair wasn't far from it, it would fill a person's (victim's) field of view. Having been edged by the toys while watching porn, I was guessing this was a similar setup. I wasn't looking forward to a two hour edge. 45 minutes and then later an hour was bad enough. But now that I had the promise of serving both Lolla and Danny, maybe I could handle that pleasure torture. At the top of the TV was a webcam. I suppose that was a necessary safety measure so someone in the house could monitor what was happening. Or someone in a restaurant. Hopefully there was no sound being recorded.
As I continued to look around, I saw all manner of crops, whips, floggers, canes and things I had no idea what they were mounted on the wall near the door. On the opposite wall, were shelves of sex toys. Vibrators, dildos, plugs, nipple clips and an assortment of toys. Again, I recognized most of the things, but certainly not all. I think scariest of all was a large, stainless steel box mounted on a shelf behind the chair. There was a computer on the shelf as well. It looked kind of like the nipple and clit sucker that Vickie has shown me in the basement at work. But it was bigger, had more knobs, what looked like a display integrated in the top. It had far more connection points and types as well. Below it hung various wires and pads. The entire room was illuminated by a single exposed light bulb in the ceiling. It gave the room an eerie, mad scientist lab look, although besides the bed in the cell, the rest of the room looked clean. Meticulously clean. I suppose that was the one good thing.
"So pet," Danny began. "What do you think of my shed? Do you still think you can handle hanging out for a couple of hours while we have dinner?"
Because she said, "Hang out" I pictured myself bound in a standing spread eagle. I still had my cuffs on so it would be easy to just use some rope to secure me spread to the wall. Two hours was a long time to stand like that. Then again, the chair might be good because I assumed she would have me watch the kind of videos I confessed in my journal that I loved while her toys edged me. Again, two hours was a long time. I didn't get the sense they would just put me in the cell, lock the door and turn off the light for two hours. That would be a different kind of torture because there were no windows so the shed would be in total darkness. That would probably break me psychologically and definitely emotionally. Dawnny didn't want to do that to me the first night, did she?
"You're not going to lock me in the cell, are you?" I asked.
Danny chuckled. "You could take a nap and rest up for later. It's absolutely black in here with the light off. Or we can bind you and tease you. Or you can go back to yours tonight, without punishment. We will resume your training on Tuesday. I would have to order you not to cum before then though so you are primed for me upon your return."
That sounded suspiciously like what Vickie's Mistress had told her. But why wouldn't it? Danny and Lolla appear to have very similar ideas about how to train a sub.
"If I survive until you get back, will I get to cum tonight?" I asked as if that was a normal question.
"I can't guarantee it," my Mistress replied. "But I have a feeling Lolla would hate me if I didn't let her fuck you to completion."
That was enough to tip the scales in favor of me staying and facing my fears.
"I'll stay," I said. Then in a moment of thinking with my pussy stupidity, I added, "Do your worst, Mistress. I can take it."
"Probably not the smartest thing you have ever said, pet," was her response. I felt a shiver run through my body and it wasn't because of the cool night air.
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