Turning the knob I adjusted the light til it was dull, but effective. The scene I had picked was anything but kind, but it would get me where I wanted to be, and earn me a name for myself. It was going to make me a Master. I had been training for this for several years now. Numerous events under the instruction of a high Master and learning the ins and outs of the BDSM world were tough. I had been picked at, poked at and even degraded time and time again. But tonight was my night. Tonight, I would make my dreams… a reality. The room wasn’t big, but it was more than enough room to play with. The iron posted bed sat on the far wall, bench and cross to the left and numerous instruments were hanging from the wall on the right. Also on the right, was a table hiding various objects and toys under a sheet. I walked to the right side of the room, and ran my fingers over the instruments, each one had a story and each had a torture.
