She escorted me into the "studio", as she called it. The room was dark, lite only with candles. The walls were painted red and there were black blinds drawn over the windows. The room was filled with toys. Harnesses, stools, whips, chains, the list was extensive. I stood there like a doe in the headlights, taking it all in. I can imagine this room would be a dream come true to some, a nightmare to others. The Mistress of the dungeon, stood behind me, in silence. I was beginning to have my doubts about what I had gotten myself into to, yet I could feel my excitement grow...