The new products demonstration continued, showing off harnesses, boots and shoes, various tack for ponygirls and boys, leather wear and chastity devices. The next to last new products are our yokes. We have designed three models: the R for rough model, the S, standard model, and the D, the top of the line deluxe yoke. All three may be purchased in one of three weights: either the ten pound, twenty pound, or forty pound version. I have brought the R-40, which is the Rough model in forty pound weight here to show You tonight, and he indicated the door, where cumslut was entering.



Slave #16 is coming in now, and she has been restrained in the R-40, he read from a card, The forty pound rough model. All three of the models come with a hinge for ease in putting it one. There are two hinges on the R-40, S-40, and D-40. All three models have a hasp for a lock of Your choice.



The Deluxe model is smooth sanded, with a thick coating of polyurethane. The wrist and neck holes are padded in soft suede. The Standard model is also smooth sanded and polyurethaned. But the wrist and neck holes are unlined. The Rough model has not been sanded and has been left in natural wood, making it appear old and worn. Additionally, on the Rough model, the wrist and neck holes have not been beveled at all, so the slave will experience severe chaffing, and even some splinters will be transferred to the parts of the body coming into contact with the rough wood. If You look closely at this slave, you will see some reddening of the skin around the neck, wrists and shoulders already, and she has only been in the yoke for a half hour or so.”



Cumslut walked slowly through the tables, as she had been instructed to do. The heavy wood bearing down on her shoulders and the rough wood scraping her soft skin with each step. She purposely did not look at her daughter kneeling at the feet of Ilsa and Sir Richard as she passed them by, but she did feel Ilsa’s cool hand caresses her thigh in passing.



Our final new product, Marcks continued as cumslut left the room, is one I a most proud of. It is a new acrylic cane. I am so confident in this new cane, that it will be offered with a full money back guarantee for the first five years if the purchaser is not fully satisfied!



As I said, it is made of acrylic, so it will last a lifetime. You’ve all seen acrylic canes before, so You are probably asking Yourselves what makes this one so unique? What makes this cane so special is that the shaft is covered in emery cloth. We have three grades of coarseness available as well! Each time the cane lands on it’s target, there is skin abrasion adding to the bite of the whip’s kiss. And, depending on the coarseness of the grit on the cloth, you will see blood droplets beginning to form after just one stroke! What’s even better, is that You can order replacement emery sleeves in all three grades of coarseness, and change them as You wish!



I have taken the liberty of leaving a free complimentary emery cane in each of Your rooms. It is Yours to keep as my way of saying thank You for putting Your faith in me and my company.”



A hearty and exuberant applause followed as he stepped from the rostrum.



9:15 found Richard and Sydney back in their room. He was stretched out on the bed, lounging in His black denim jeans, no shirt, shoes or socks, reading a newspaper. Sydney was still naked, lying on a mat on the floor at the foot of the bed, watching television. He had removed her chains. Neither of them was uncomfortable with the silence. Sydney, however, was paying little attention to the insipid drone of the sitcom and it’s artificial laugh track. Her mind was wrestling with all of the things she had seen, heard, and felt today. Finally, she asked, Uncle Richard?”



Yes, Sydney?”



Where’s my Mom?”



Well, if she’s lucky, she is being sent to someone’s room for the night, right now. If not, she will be whipped, and then caged for the night.”



Sydney shivered at the image she conjured up to both possibilities. As she fought to gain control of her imagination, there came a knock at their door. See who it is, Sydney. He said, not even looking away from His paper.



Sydney got up and opened the door. She stepped back reflexively at what beheld her. There, on all fours at the door was the fattest woman she had ever seen. The many folds of fat on her stomach drooped to ground, and her massive stretch marked breasts sagged to the floor, flattening out like over filled water balloons. Her arms were as big around as Sydney’s waist. Her head was down, looking at the floor, with her long hair braided in tight pigtails on both sides of her head. It trailed back behind her feet, at least six feet in length. Her thick meaty back was creased in folds of fat that seemed to roll off her sides. A four inch long one inch deep brand marked her on her right thigh.



Who is it, Sydney, Richard called out from the bed?



I.I don’t know, Uncle Richard. May.maybe You’d b.better come see!”



Nonsense, Sydney. Just ask her what she wants. She’ll tell you, He answered somewhat testily.



Wh.who are y.you?”



I am sow 14. Sir Richard has reserved me for the night.”