The basement of the House was more of a transformation into another world entirely. The St. Andrews Cross was securely fastened against the far wall, in its own space. There was also a work bench, in the middle of the basement floor, suitable in its location: to have a willing (or unwilling) submissive become the center of attention should the occasion call for it. On the other corner of the basement, the fire cage was already lit, with a complete set of tea candles. Next to the cage, a "suspension swing" set has been fastened against the corner, for anyone that might be tempted to get into any suspension torture.
Against the wall near the Cross, diamond looked and saw the wide array of floggers, whips, cat-o-nine tails and riding crops hung neatly on the hooks. She was in awe of the pleasure and pain that each piece potentially possessed, and her body shivered at the thought of what might happen to her this evening.
Before diamond could get any closer to the toys to admire them more, Sage commanded, "We have guests, little one. Take your place so that you may witness before participating."
Keeping her eyes cast downward, diamond hid her disappointment as well as she could; she wanted to prove to Sage that she was ready to handle whatever was thrown at her. Taking her place at her Master's feet, diamond leaned her head against His thigh as He took her hair and began running His fingers through it.
"Be patient, diamond. you will get your turn soon. I promise." Sage caressed her as He said it, as if He could feel what she might have been thinking.
"Yes, my Master." she softly replied, enjoying the feeling of Him caressing her hair.
All of a sudden, she heard light slapping noises coming from the area where the Cross was located. Looking up, diamond saw Isis engaged in a bruising flogging display on the male submissive that she chastised earlier in the evening.
