Picket Fences
By Marc
Copyright 1999 EMI Communications

Everyone knew Fran! She's the kind of person that lives in almost every neighbourhood across the world, warm and friendly and always a smile on her pleasant face. Fran is well liked, she is always the first to reach into her own pocket if charity comes a knocking and would walk a mile across broken glass to help a stranger! She is just that kind of person. Even a few years ago when her husband Jack had left her for a woman half his age, she just shrugged and carried on with the whist drive she had helped organise, laughing it off as best she could. A slightly larger woman, though none the less attractive in anyway, Fran worked from home as a computer consultant.

Or so she would have the world believe!

The buzzing of the telephone snapped Fran from her nap. Rubbing the sleep from her deep brown eyes, she yawned as she reached over and picked up the receiver, cradling it to her head gently and coughing slightly to clear her throat.

"Hello?"

For a slight second there was complete silence.

"Hello there?" She spoke warmly into the mouthpiece of the handset.

Again silence followed a few seconds later by a slight cough and then a nervous voice.

"Hi, I'm looking for Dominique!" The man on the other end of the phone sounded as if he was about to wet himself from nerves.

If someone else had been in the room there and then they would not have believed the transformation that took place. Fran sat bolt upright, her posture erect, head high and shoulders back forcing her ample bosom outwards. Her entire demeanour seemed to change in an instant.

"This is Mistress Dominique! Speak to me!" Frans voice seemed to have dropped an octave as she commanded the stranger down the phone line. Although deep and dominant, the hint of excitement and compassion was still underlying in her tones.

"I saw your advertisement in the newspaper and would love to book in a session with you if you are free this afternoon?" The man sounded a little more confidant now as he spoke, as if a weight had been lifted from his shoulders.

"That's great. What time where you thinking of arriving. I can fit you in at say five thirty if that's okay?" Fran flicked through the desktop diary at her side as she spoke and switched into businesswoman mode. Her next client was due to arrive at eight so she was free till then. The joys of working from home!

The mans voice seemed to have a tinge of excitement around it as he responded to the woman.

"Five thirty is just fine with me."

"Before I go ahead and book you in perhaps you may want to know a few things about me! I am 38 years old, a redhead, deep brown eyes and a killer smile. I'm a buxom lady with an ample 44DD bust, typical hourglass figure and the knowledge to use it. My dungeon is fully stocked with every toy you can imagine and perhaps some that you cant." Her voice was professional and the usual air of warmth began to creep back into her soft tones as she spoke despite herself.

"You sound wonderful, just exactly what I need. How much for a session?" The nerves seemed to creep back into the mans voice now giving it a shaky wobble when he spoke.

"The full session is one- eighty and that includes a full sensual body massage with oils, oral and of course the full use of any and all equipment in my dungeon. For a little extra I am willing to come to arrangements."

The man seemed very eager and as Fran scribbled his details down on her notepad and gave him directions she could tell that he was already excited.

Fran spent the rest of the day doing her normal daily routine. She cleaned up the apartment, went to the local store and chatted with her neighbours about the usual trivial items that seem to take part in everyday life. She arrived home at three, and after placing her shopping away went about the task of preparing herself for her new client.

The steam in the bathroom condensed on the small mirror that overlooked the bath, and the sweet scent of essential oils permeated the tiny room. Fran slowly lowered herself into the steaming water. She loved to have the water so hot that it changed the colour of her pale skin to a lobster red as she sank beneath its caress, the heat scouring away at her body and exorcising her spirit.

Fran lay back in the bath for a while and let her mind and body relax, her large breast seemed to bob on top of the scented water as if she was wearing a life preserver, the water gently lapping against her globes like the ocean against the shore. Reaching for a loafer, Fran began to slowly caress her hot skin with the sponge, feeling the coarseness against her nipples, causing them to stand out erect. She reached up and slowly slipped her little finger into the small rings that pierced each erect bud and gently lifting them she lowered her head below the water soaking her carrot red hair. The sensation of her breast being played with was always enough to arouse Fran and often if she found herself with a boring client she would just hook her fingers into the rings and soon she would be in the swing of things.

Her nine to five job used to be a computer consultant, Fran worked from home solving problems for many Internet Service Providers and as such it paid extremely well. These days however she was very choosy over which firms she worked with and was financially well off enough to not have to rely on them, instead using the money she earned as a Dominatrix to pay the day to day bills. Fran really loved her work and taking control was something that she had always found great pleasure in. From a very young age she was a dominant person, always getting what she wanted by hook or by crook, or more so the case by sheer force of will. Jack had never been able to keep up with her sexually and their marriage hit the rocks years before it had officially ended. Fran hated to play bottom to anyone and Jack found this too much to bear after a while and ended up moving out of their home and into a small apartment with Susanna, a woman he worked with, who was young enough to be his daughter!

The heat of the water washed away the dregs of the day as she lay back and soaked. A stickler for routine, Fran had always seemed to follow this before starting business for the day. The long hot bath, bringing herself to climax before she left the womb like embrace of the water, and then the pampering of her body and mind with perfumes and oils before she dressed.

Fran slid a delicately manicured hand under the surface of the water and ran her long nails across her the skin of her slightly rounded belly. She wasn't a fat person, or overweight to be honest but the slim frame she had carried so long as a teenager was now gone, given way to slight stretch marks which added character to her rather than disfigurement. Her fingers ran over her belly and down to the smooth 'V' between her legs. Fran felt a familiar rush of excitement build as she gently touched her shorn sex, and could feel her inner sanctum begin to flow and mingle with the water.

Her fingers slid down the smooth outer lips of her labia and gently nudged the ring that lay in the hood of her clit sending even more shock waves washing over her already aroused body. At least once a month Fran would go and get a full bikini job done and would have electrolysis done on her entire sex. At first it was a little embarrassing, even for her as she lay back in the stirrups with her legs spread wide leaving her vulnerable. Even the voyeuristic tendencies she had harboured as a youth and then again as an adult gave way here as the young woman she visited would attach the machine to her sex, careful not to touch the ring in her clitoral hood. But like all things she got used to it in the end and the pain was something she could quite easily stand after all.

She was still smooth down below, her cunt lips spread eagerly as she toyed and teased at the inner walls of her vagina, sliding her index finger up to the knuckle as she pressed down hard with the pad of her thumb on her clit. Moaning as she quickly reached a climax, Fran washed herself down and after getting out of the bath, she padded naked to her bedroom to prepare.

A new client is always a strange affair at first! Sometimes they are the most polite people you could ever wish to meet, others complete and utter bastards. Luckily for Fran most of the clients she had in the three years or so she had been offering her services as a professional Dominatrix had more or less been great with the odd exception. She liked to dress differently for each client and as such her wardrobe was vast. Standing naked in the walk-in wardrobe and browsing the clothes that hung there as if she were in a store, Fran choose a favourite of hers, a black rubber corset that let her large breasts hang loose and free, a pair of black fishnet pantyhose and a pair of black rubber panties, that had a small zipper running the length of the crutch. A pair of thigh high stiletto boots with very large heels would finish off the outfit.

She dried herself off and applied her make up. After blow drying her long red hair, Fran dressed in the clothes she had chosen and placed a house coat on and waited for her new client.

Shortly after the familiar four ring signal came to the doorbell to announce his arrival. She always told her clients to ring the bell four times to announce that they where there, again something of an habit she had begun a long time ago and couldn't seem to break.

Taking a deep breath she walked to the front door and looked through the spy hole. Standing in the long driveway to her home was a well dress man in his mid to late fifties. He was carrying a briefcase and was looking anxiously around as he waited for the door to open.

Fran opened the door and smiling she invited the man into her home.

"Good afternoon. Glad that you could make it. Did you have any trouble finding your way? That freeway can be a major pain at this time of day!" Fran spoke in a warm and clear voice as she took the mans jacket and briefcase from him and escorted him across the room into the living area. She bid the man to sit down and sat herself down in front of him and smiled warmly.

The man looked very nervous and meekly attempted a smile back as he looked at Fran. He mumbled something into his hand about paying now or later and almost at once Fran knew that this was perhaps the mans first time with a professional. She didn't like to call herself a whore or prostitute as they where names that she despised deeply, and in all honesty she didn't have sex that often with her clients, rather gave them a service that perhaps their wives and lovers couldn't dream of doing.

Smiling again and trying to dispel the nerves she extended her hand, her nails now blood red seemed to gleam in the light of the room.

"I am Mistress Dominique! And its my pleasure to meet you today. Don't worry about the payment as we can sort that out later. Is there anything that you need to tell me at all? Do you have a heart condition or are you on any sort of medication that I should be aware of?" Fran asked more to reassure the man than herself, but it would be nice to know just in case.

"No, I'm fine thanks. My name is Robert." The man smiled a little easier this time as he began to relax in Frans company. Fran looked him up and down smiling herself. Well dressed with slightly greying hair, good teeth and a good complexion, he must look after himself well she thought to herself.

"And have you been a good boy today Robert? Has that cock of yours been itching on the drive over here? Did you want to stop and jack off before you arrived?" Fran knew the score has she had performed this routine a thousand times before. Talking like this often got the client in the mood and would be a good indication of how far they wanted her to go. Some clients only wanted to be lightly spanked while others where into total humiliation.

Robert looked sheepishly at Fran, his steel grey eyes seemed to hide hidden desires and passions.

"So I take it that you haven't been a good boy then Robert! What ever shall I do with you? Perhaps a spell in the cage may loosen you up a little or using you as my own personal toilet!" She tutted in a matter of fact tone.

At the mere mention of the word 'toilet', Robert seemed to come alive. Fran knew almost at once that this man was more than willing to be humiliated and abused and that watersports would be fair game with him, which was good as she didn't get to do that often and really did enjoy it when she would totally treat a man like dirt!

Fran stood up and undid the housecoat and let it fall around her ankles. She loved to watch the expression on the face of a client when she did this and today was no exception at all. Roberts face seemed to explode into raptures of delight as he saw her standing in front of him. Her large breasts slung down free over the black rubber of the corset and her hands firmly on her hips added to her hour glass figure.

"Lets get one things straight before we begin Robert. If at anytime you wish me to stop all you need to do is say so. I use 'Red' as a safe word, just say it and I will stop at once. If you can't speak just tap with you hand or foot three times on my body and again I will stop immediately. Do you understand?"

Robert nodded slowly as he tried to make the information stick in his mind.

"Good. Follow me and lets get you a little less comfortable" Fran burst into peels of laughter as she spoke and walked out of the room into the basement with Robert in tow.

Soft classical music was playing as they entered the darkened room. Fran flicked the dimmer switch a little higher as she entered and turned to Robert.

"In this room I am god. What I say is law. You will do all I command of you without exception. From this moment on you are my slave to do my bidding and an instrument to extract my pleasure and delight from. Do you understand."

Her voice was almost baritone now as she walked around the room looking into Roberts steel blue eyes. It was true in a sense she was a god in this room and she could do what the hell she liked really.

"Yes." Said Robert clearing his throat slightly.

She threw him his first and only warning glance, her powerful gaze seemed to say it all.

"Sorry Mistress. I mean yes Mistress!" His voice seemed to falter as he spoke.

Turning her back on Robert, Fran crossed the dungeon and sat down on her specially made chair.

"Undress and then come to me here, and don't take all day about it!" She demanded!

Robert began to undress himself as quickly as he could while looking around the room. The walls where a very dark and deep purple colour and chains hung from various sections of the walls. Shelves where filled with rows or collars, whips, paddles and switches as well as dildos and strap on cocks, and many other devices. In one corner of the room was a cage around two feet high and just barely big enough for an adult to fit in. A large 'X' shaped cross stood on the far wall and in the centre of the room was something that looked like a cross between a cradle and a hammock, with buckles and harnesses hanging from it. Robert fumbled with his trousers and hopping from one foot to the other he managed to kick them off. Taking his socks off he stood their shivering in the chill of the room, wearing nothing but his boxer shorts.

Fran looked at him and gazed at his groin and sighed. With a glance she informed him what he must do and Robert shyly hooked his fingers under the waistband of his shorts and pulled them down and kicked them into the pile of his clothes. Completely naked now he stood in front his Mistress.

"Come to me know slave and I will see if you are worthy of wearing my collar. If you please me perhaps I may let you, if not I will most certainly punish you." Fran pointed with a long groomed finger at him and towards the floor, indicating that he should crawl to her on his knees. Robert lowered his body down to the cold stone flooring and began to slide his way over to her. The floor was almost freezing and the chill took his breath away, causing his cock to disappear as it touched the ground.

Slowly he made his way to Fran, his eyes downcast as he crawled on his belly like a worm.

He reached the base of the chair and lay at her feet, and waited for her orders. Fran looked down at him and reaching her hand out grabbed a large clump of his grey hair and pulled his head upwards so she could see his eyes. He looked frightened and no mistake, the panic and shock of the action had set in at once and she was unsure if he was trembling from excitement, fear or the cold chill of the floor or in fact a combination of all three!

Fran roughly pushed Roberts head against her heel and instinctively his tongue came out as he began to lick around the long stem of the boot. His mouth opened to take it into his throat as he tried hard not to choke or gag as the six inch long stem slid in. For a few moments Fran watched as her client sucked on her heel as if it where a tiny cock, his tongue licked and flicked all over the length of the stem coating it with his saliva. Fran pulled her heel from his mouth and placed the sole of her boot against his tongue, watching as it licked lovingly all over the base.

Her boot wet with his saliva, Fran turned her attention downwards to the mans hands as she could see him busily playing away with his cock. She reached over and grabbing a crop from a nearby hook she brought it cracking down on his spine with an audible 'swish'.

"Did Mistress say that you could touch that pathetic excuse for a cock! Did She?" Her voice boomed deep and clear.

"No Mistress. I am so sorry Mistress!" Robert trembled getting into the swing of the mood now.




Fran reached down and grabbed Roberts ballsack with her long manicured hand and squeezing hard she bent her head lower to whisper into Roberts ear.

"Good. I am glad that I have made myself clear or I may just cut this little prick right off and eat it in front of you. Now get over there out of my sight!"

Fran squeezed his balls hard a final time and pushed him backward and pointed to a corner of the room where the cage lay. Robert looked down at the floor as he slowly made his way over on his hands and knees. Fran couldn't resist the temptation and brought the crop squarely down on his bare buttocks with a resounding crack, causing the man to go sprawling forwards.

Fran stood up and reached onto a shelf and took down a thick leather blindfold. It was the type of blindfold that had small press-studs over the eyes so that you could peel back the covers if needed. The whole thing was comfortable and could be worn for hours if needed and Fran had used it many, many times in the past. She turned and walked over to where Robert was cowering near the small cage.

Kneeling down Fran allowed her bare breasts to dangle within inches of Robert's face as she placed the blindfold over his head and with a snap on the buckle fastened it in place. Robert was now totally blind and unable to see even a glimmer of light. Fran crossed the room, humming along to the classical music that played softly and picked a ball and gag and a thick studded leather collar up. She placed the gag over the mans head and opened his mouth and crudely shoved the ball in, then fastened it at the back of his head. The collar fitted snugly around Roberts neck and the small length of chain that hung from the 'D' ring in its centre brushed against his naked skin. Now completely robbed of his sight and speech he was finally ready for the real fun to begin.

Fran opened the doorway to the small cage and grabbing the chain she moved in front of Robert and guided him slowly and carefully into the cage. This was always a tricky thing at best as the entire cage was only a few feet wide and just over two in height. Robert was quite a large man and it was something of a struggle to get his frame into the small space, but after a few minutes of easing and guiding him with the chain and tapping him with the crop he came to rest in the very tight confines. Fran walked across the room to the hidden CD player and popped open the drawer and took out the old disc and inserted another. Seconds later the classical music was replaced by the sound of a human heart beat. Fran had found this disc one day during her travels around town and picked it up as it was meant to be relaxing, but she had found that it could also have other effects.

The steady beat of the heart pounded throughout the small dungeon. Fran picked up a small tube of lubricant and bent her head to look at Roberts asshole closely. She needed to get this right first time or it could really cause him problems. Placing a small amount of the clear gel on her finger tip, she slowly rubbed it over his protruding anus and seconds later sank it in to the last knuckle. Robert tensed as the finger disappeared and his sphincter contracted tight around her digit. Fran nodded to herself and removed the finger and picked up a small butt plug and began to cover it in the gel. Something to big would really cause problems first time so she opted for the smaller end of the scale.

Fran slapped Robert hard on the bare ass, causing his body to arch in the tight confines of the cage and as his body lowered she pushed the plug quickly up his tight back passage. Robert let out a stifled scream from behind his gag as his asshole stretched around the thick rubber object and became firmly stuck in place.

Pushing his feet in with her hands she slowly closed the door and knelling down again she spoke to him in a clear, pristine voice.

"Well my little slave we shall see how good a slave you are!" She let out a long and well practised laugh and to be honest sounded a little maniacal. But it was all part of the act.

Fran looked at the small clock that was almost hidden by the rows of dildos and strap on cocks. It was now five forty. Robert had her till seven at the latest. She smiled as she crossed the room and climbed up the padded stairs and into the lounge.

Fran took a large pitcher of iced ginger tea from the refrigerator and sat down and picked up a novel she had been reading on and off. It was much hotter here, upstairs than it was in the basement and she drank deeply from the mug she had filled. She loved to make her new clients sweat like this. Robbed of both sight and the ability to speak meant that the passage of time would be incalculable to them and that they would become lost in the darkness, making her job somewhat easier. The disc that was playing also helped a great deal as it served to set up strange almost hallucination like images in the mind. She would have the cold drink and go back down to her new slave. In reality only twenty minutes or so would have passed, but for poor Robert it may as well have been hours!

Down in the dungeon the deprivation was already beginning to have the desired effect on Robert and his mind played tricks on him, making him think that he wasn't alone in the room. The chill against his naked flesh told him that he wasn't asleep and the metal bars felt like ice when his body touched them. The one thing he was sure of was the pain in his ass. The plug was in deep and felt as if it was at least nine inches long and twice as wide, where as in reality it was less than four inches in total!

Fran finished her drink and washed out the mug. Twenty-two minutes had passed since she had put her client in the small cage and if she left him too long he could start to cramp up. She really did like this very much and often when she did this she felt like a trainer who had just broken a spirited horse. The telltale pressure began on her bladder and she felt the tea begin to do its job. The ginger in the tea would irritate her bladder to the point that she would need the toilet desperately and combined with the effects of the tea she could easily give Robert what she knew he so desired.

Robert almost jumped out of his skin when he felt Frans hand on his bare ass. She quickly guided him out of the cage and removed the gag from his mouth. He gasped for air and took deep, quick breaths. It was much colder down here and her nipples stood out from her large breast like bullets. Robert didn't even notice the CD had been turned off and music again taken its place...

"Well did you like my little treat my dear? I hope that your thirsty as I have a special drink just lined up for you." She led the still blindfolded man back across the cold floor to the seat she had originally sat upon. Reaching down to the waistband of her tight fitting rubber panties she slowly lowered them feeling a slight shiver as her naked cunt was greeted by the chill in the room. She bent down and told her slave to lie on is back and as he did so she positioned him underneath the chair. The chair had been specially made for her a few years ago by a client who loved watersports and to please his Mistress. It had a comfortable padded seat with no middle so that she could let her self flow or receive head from a client without having to move, it also had straps down at the feet so she could give enemas if needed and other forms of delight. Fran looked down and saw that Roberts head was in the correct place and stradeling his neck and shoulders she lowered herself down and picked up the chain around his collar and hooked it over the arm of the chair. She sat back and let her body relax. The tea had done its job and she could feel her bladder swell and press against her stomach under the tight confines of the corset. A twitch, followed by a not unpleasant feeling hit her as she felt the urine being its journey to her shaven snatch and with a tug on the chain she raised Roberts head until it was a few inches away from her bald cunt and then she let go.

Fran really did like to play piss games with her clients, but not many of them liked it so it was something that she took great pleasure in and often the very act of urinating on a client brought her to a climax. Her labia twitched gently as the small opening to her bladder pulsed and a stream of hot liquid cascaded down onto the upturned face of her captive. She sighed as the stream began to increase in pressure as it rained down onto Roberts face. Robert felt the hot liquid sear against his skin and fill his mouth. He allowed the urine to fill his mouth and spat it out over his chest eager to take more, the sweet smell assailed his nostrils and his cock sprang to life and was as hard as an iron bar in an instant!

The piss filled his mouth again and again forcing Robert to swallow the golden liquid, savouring the sweet nectar as it ran down his throat. His face and hair where matted with her ablutions and it was only the blindfold that kept it from going in his eyes. Fran rubbed her clit ring with her free hand as she guided the pee down to the mans face, the stream was coming to an halt now and she could feel her climax building as she looked down between her legs and saw his sodden face smiling with glee. Fran came hard and sent the last of the golden shower down into her slaves mouth, a shiver washing over her body as she did so.

The climax had her turned on now and she knew that she had to have more at Roberts expense. She pulled up on the chain again till Roberts face was directly below the opening.

"Lick my cunt clean you piece of cock scum. I want you to ream every last drop of piss from my hole, and you had better do a good job of it too."

"OH YES MISTRESS!" Came Roberts eager reply as he began to lap his tongue up and down the length of her gapping snatch. He nibbled on her clit ring and breathed deep of her perfumed sex, trying hard to get as much of it in his mouth as the chair would allow him. Fran moaned and felt her breathing grow shallow as she was racked by yet another climax, her fingers tight against her nipple rings pulling and twisting adding to her pleasure.

For a long time she climaxed into Roberts willing mouth and covered his face with her juices. She gave a long gasp as the final wave of the orgasm hit her and collapsed back into the chair. Lowering the chain she reached down and motioned for her client to stand, then remembering that he was unable to see, she laughed and bent down and unhooked the buckle from his piss covered hair.

Robert blinked as his eyes grew accustomed to the light and smiled warmly back at his Mistress.

"Mistress is my time nearly up?" He asked politely

Fran looked down at him, her heavy breasts now beginning to calm down after her climax and the red sex rash on her chest beginning to vanish.

"My dear sweet slave. You have ages left yet! The fun has only just begun." She laughed warmly

She helped him up and walked with him over to the wall and led him by the chain as he moved, his eyes where captivated by her naked backside and it was all that he could do to keep his hands from his aching cock. Fran took a pair of wrist bracelets and fastened them onto Roberts arms and then took another slightly larger set and placed them firmly around his ankles, his cock bobbing mere inches from her head as she knelt down, a small droplet of precum oozed from the tiny slit on its circumcised head.

"Would my slave like me to take care of this?" She purred as she grasped his shaft in her hand tightly.

Robert moaned and the precum seemed to leak from his shaft like a faulty tap. Fran reached over to a small shelf and pulled a small foil packet from it and with a quick snip she opened it and pulled out the small rubber condom. She placed the rubber on the head of Roberts shaft and with a well practised movement rolled it down the length of his throbbing cock. Lowering her head, she slid her ruby painted lips over the head of the shaft and began to slowly lick around it and look into Roberts eyes. Without warning she slammed her head forward and took his entire length to the back of her mouth and wrapping her arms around his buttocks she took a deep gulp and the tip of his cock went to the back of her throat. Not many men can stand up to being deep throated for long and Robert was no exception. Fran huffed and puffed and it seemed as if her mouth had become a vacuum as she began to milk the rubber covered shaft, her lips stretched wide forming a perfect 'O' shape.

Robert gasped as he felt his balls tighten and his seed start its journey of no return. Fran, her eyes upturned watched him for the tell tale signs of his impending arrival and he started to cum she pulled her head away and ripping off the rubber with one hand she began to jack his cock like a piston, her grip almost turning the head white under the pressure. Robert moaned loudly as he began to cum and Fran slammed her other hand hard up against the buttplug causing it to press hard against his prostate.

Robert thought that he was going to pass out the feeling was that intense! Cum shot in an high arc, and splattered onto the woman's large breasts and throat. He pumped and pumped more cum and felt his knees start to tremble and his vision blur, all the time the pressure on his prostate sent him over the top.

"My, my. You certainly needed that didn't you!" Laughed Fran as she milked the last drops from his aching shaft. " And you made a complete mess of me. I think that you had better get down here and lick all this cum off my tits right now!"

Robert sank to his knees, his body still trembling and his heart racing a thousand beats a second. He opened his mouth and began to scoop up the warm semen with his tongue, licking tenderly over Frans throat and her chest and then her large breasts taking each large nipple into his mouth and sucking tenderly. He carried on till all traces of his sperm had vanished and sat back on his knees.

Smiling Fran stood up and taking hold of Roberts aching cock led him to the large 'X' shaped cross on the wall. She turned him around so he was facing the wall and began to fasten the straps to 'D' rings on the bracelets, spreading his legs wide as she did so. Robert felt a sharp pain in his backside as his legs where forced open and the buttplug seemed to stretch his anus wider and wider.

Fran stood back and looked at her slave and smiled. She was in a very good mood and was going to enjoy the rest of the session. Grinning she reached for a large switch and without warning brought it down hard on Roberts naked ass, the soundproof walls blocking out his screams of delight!