Grace and I were shortly out in the hall, and heading for a non-descript, blank door along one wall. The plans showed it as a mop closet.

I opened the door with my master key, and we proceeded down another hall. First door on the left was open, and we entered to find a lovely, small dungeon, built for two.

Closing the door, I lead Grace to the head-and-wrist stocks, adjusting it after she is locked in to bend her over a bit. A handy willow switch is soaking in brine, and will come in handy as I tease her to major excitement.