Lord Jerome Blacksteed, suffices to say, is a man of great means. His fortune goes back some five generations of Blacksteeds. His three estates and four townhouses are his principle real estate holding. Investments and trading are his source of income and very skilled at it he is with a large portfolio of assets.<br/><br/>At thirty-five he is still quite dashing. He has jet-black hair accented with a dash of gray, of which Willow Blacksteed, his wife adores, so he keeps it for her. A tall man at 6’7’’ he has a fine tapered frame that stands regal and proud.  His face is handsomely chiseled with black eyes that can force their will on one if angered.<br/><br/>Willow Blacksteel is quite the opposite, being short at 5’4’’ and slightly over weight.  She is dark skinned being from the East Indies. Her hair is raven black and is very long. She speaks with a slight accent and is skilled in three languages. She adores her husband as much as he to her.<br/><br/>The household is harmonious and one would think very normal, but they do have a edge to their tranquil lives. It is a nasty secret that almost all their acquaintances have no idea exists. They love, no, crave bondage and the pain associated with it. They so much so enjoy it that they have a special large room set up for its purpose.<br/><br/>This is the environment the poor unsuspecting girl will be soon subjected to. One might warn her but sadly no one did.<br/><br/>The to opens and there stands a rather round fellow. He is attired in a traditional  butler’s attire.<br/><br/>Looking a bet snobbish, he asks, “yes mum, can we help you?”<br/>