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fuck? Harmon was astounded. Had he stumbled into a fetish club or what? He couldn’t believe his luck. He took his cell phone out of his pants pocket and tried to blend into the crowd. He just had to get these pictures. They could make his career.
    When the women were standing naked wearing only the leather wrist and ankle cuffs, the chief mate, whom they apparently called Master, walked around them and inspected the fastenings. He ran his hands casually over their bodies, as though petting or reassuring them, and then lightly swatted their butts. Harmon was so excited he almost forgot why he was there. He quickly got with the program and began snapping pictures. He hoped no one noticed the very quiet shhhhush and click his cell phone made as each picture was taken.
    “I’m going to take this opportunity to demonstrate the controls and uses of the equipment in case some of you are unfamiliar with any of it. If you have any questions, please hold them until the scene is over.” He directed the subs to stand side by side beneath two sets of chains hanging from the ceiling and quickly fasten their wrist cuffs to the chains. He demonstrated the adjustments that brought the two subs onto their toes before he fastened their ankle cuffs to bolts in the floor. The women looked helpless to him. He had never seen anything this exciting. His woody was standing at attention.
    Everyone in the audience was paying rapt attention to the Master and subs and took no notice of him at all. Harmon couldn’t believe his luck as he continued to snap pictures. Maurie Cullen, his editor, was not going to believe this. He would go through the pictures later in the storage room. He would have to see which ones he would eventually e-mail to Maurie to whet his appetite. He wasn’t going to send off anything right away. He wanted to see what else he could find out and maybe who else he could get pictures of. Hell, it would be great if he could get pictures of Morgan Court and Harper Cameron. That would be outstanding. That damn Court was so secretive, almost no pictures of him existed at all, and Cameron and her wardrobe had been the darling of the New York press during that entire trial. He had to play this right and make the most of this opportunity. It wouldn’t do to put all his eggs in one basket. He might be able to sell some of these pictures to another paper, gossip rag, or Internet site.
    The Master circled the immobilized subs while carefully checking their bindings. Then he went to a cabinet in the corner and took some items from a drawer. When he came back to the subs, he fastened nipple clamps on first one naked girl and then the other. They gasped as the tight clips pinched their nipples. He lightly stroked their breasts until they each looked more comfortable. They were both starting to look excited as they followed each movement made by the Master with hungry eyes. The Master explained the proper application of nipple clamps to the audience and showed how to tighten them and then loosen them just a bit until they were tight but not too painful. Their nipples were hard little buds, rosy with excitement, topping tempting mounds of flesh. Harmon was definitely on the edge here. He now had a boner of huge proportions. Wow. This is amazing . He had enjoyed his share of porn magazines, but he had certainly never seen this stuff in the raw before.
    The Master demonstrated the restraints on the spanking bench, the proper use of a spreader bar, and various other pieces of equipment. Finally he walked over to the St. Andrew’s Cross against the back wall. He demonstrated the mechanism that controlled the hydraulic step that raised the occupant to just the right height. The right height for what? Fucking?
    “I’m not going to be using the cross tonight since I have two subs to discipline. Subs, are you ready for your punishment?” Harmon watched as both subs looked at the Master with both longing and fear. The subs seemed to be quivering