Downstairs in the Dungeon

This is a quick anec­dote from years ago.

I was down­stairs in the dun­geon the other night, talk­ing with Mas­ter Jeff just before try­ing a new cane on my sub­mis­sive. (She loves the cane.) He was telling me about last month’s bondage con­test. He wrapped a woman up in paper tow­els! With enough lay­ers, she was com­pletely helpless.

I turned to him with this delighted look on my face and exclaimed, “And paper tow­els are so flam­ma­ble!”

He got this grin on his face and chuck­led for quite a while. Jeff is a “sick fuck.” He and I get along very well.

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