Knowing this passages well, I look over my shoulder to see how you are doing, getting enthralled for an instant by your swaying hips and your looks under the flickering light of the torch. A smile draws to my lips as we move forward, expectation welling up within me. The passage stretched from the house to the dungeons of the castle, so there is some distance to cover, although won't last more than five minutes in it.<br/><br/>At last, we reach a large oaken double door, tinted in black, which I push open after unlocking it with a key that I produced from my pocket. The dungeon has artificial illumination but it is pitch dark at the moment. "Wait for me here." I tell you before going inside and to the left, before pressing the torch to a basin next to the door. The oil catches fire and lights up, the flame following the trail along the wall and lighting up other similar basins around the room. "There we go, come in Samantha."<br/><br/>The dungeon is decorated with tapestries, the trail of oil going behind the short extension of wall that supports each of them to reappear at the other side. Unlike the basins, the trail that light all of them is beginning to die as I walk to a wooden frame, padded cuffs are hanging from the top corners and another pair is chained to the floor. "I have other framed with different construction but I don't intend on stretching our whipping session long enough for this one in particular to get too uncomfortable. We'll see if we need to change after we begin. Now tell me Samantha, are you familiar with the concept of a safeword?"<br/><br/>It is rare for me to give a safeword to a slave, since most of the whipping I gave them was either in punishment or to brake them. Still you are special although not the first that has submitted willingly to a whipping. I let my hand caress the handle of a few whips that are displayed on a small but tall end table that sits next to the frame.