My next step is the DISPLAY. We are taken to a large hall by our grooms. It is filled with multiple bondage racks and apparatuses. We are all naked, of course, and apprehensive. So I have met the man who would buy me, and there is a suggestion that he can be cruel. But the hands that touched my most intimate parts were gentle, and the cock that pierced me was not unforgiving – unlike what I’m used to. My groom takes me to a high suspension rig that is actually a tripod. Three steel rods meet at an apex, and there’s a triangular contraption dangling from it that resembles a giant metal clothes hanger. Chains run from either end of this triangular contraption. I realize that this is a spreader bar. So I am to be suspended like a piece of meat. It wouldn’t be the first time. “Come on, Gina,” my groom says affably. “Is this thing safe?” I say dubiously. He knocks on one of the rods with his fist. “Safe as safe can be. You’re not going to go all wussy now so close to the auction, are you?”
