along them. It was a matte aluminum that ran floor to ceiling, along all four sides of the space, and across the ceiling. There were no windows, the lighting artificial, provided by a large circle of pendant lights dangling from above, these matte black.
Talon went to the wall, pressed a few buttons on another electronic panel. A digital countdown appeared on the wall, coming from … well, I didn’t know where the red numbers were being projected from, but it had started at two minutes.
“What’s the timer for?”
“Once I’ve entered the space, my possessions have two minutes to arrive. Should they be late, the punishment is adjusted accordingly.”
“I take it this isn’t the funishment I’ve heard it referred to, huh?”
Talon smirked. “It is not. I don’t indulge in that. Never have.”
I watched as he walked over to a wall, began keying information into a computer system mounted on an adjustable arm.
“Some Dominants use their own sexual gratification as punishment,” he explained as he worked. “I do not. It would be too easy for a possession to lean on transgressions to get what they want. Since pleasing me is their sole responsibility, the only way to punish them is to ensure they don’t have access to me.”
I’d never really thought about it before, but it made sense. I’d heard of submissives who liked to be bratty because it got them the attention they sought.
Talon walked over to a locked metal cage in the corner, placed his palm on another scanner then opened the door and stepped inside.
My attention shifted to the timer projected on the metal wall. It was at forty-five seconds and counting down quickly. I felt my own anxiety level ratcheting up, although I wasn’t sure why that was.
Talon stepped out of the cage holding several items, which he placed on a rolling metal cart. “I do have a penchant for sexual torment as a form of punishment because it offers a lasting memory for the possession. One I hope will deter the behavior in the future.”
Footsteps sounded behind me, and I turned to see Auberon walking in with Taurus. He was the only possession I hadn’t seen but once, and that was the morning he had poured my coffee then fled like I was the enemy. Seemed as though I was. At least in his eyes.
Neither Auberon nor Taurus looked at me as they moved into the room, Taurus continuing until he was standing in the center of the circle formed by the pendant lights overhead. The clock on the wall suddenly stopped, the readout showing three seconds remaining.
“There’s a trigger in the floor,” Talon explained. “Stops the clock. Had he been late, his punishment would’ve gone from brutal to excruciating.”
Talon snapped his fingers, and then Taurus began stripping, discarding the jeans he wore. Auberon stepped forward to take them, folding them neatly and setting them on a small shelf on the wall.
While they did that, Talon returned to the computer, tapped a few keys.
My eyes went wide as small doors slid open in the ceiling, more adjustable arms and some pulleys sliding down from above. It went on for a good minute while they shifted and moved and finally locked into place.
“It’s an automated restraint system,” Talon explained, clearly sensing my fascination. “Designed so a possession can be secured in any position imaginable. I designed it myself.”
I heard the pride in his voice and it made me smile.
Talon walked over to Taurus, then tucked his hand into the collar of his own shirt, pulling out… There was a key dangling on a leather strap that he wore around his neck. He took it off, then unlocked the collar around Taurus’s neck.
Talon lifted a hand, signaled with his fingers. Auberon moved forward, took the collar, and placed it on another shelf on the wall.
I watched Taurus’s face, and for the first time, I saw emotion. His gaze followed that collar as though it was his lifeline.
“You’ll get it back, provided you take the punishment without issue.”
Taurus didn’t speak, didn’t nod.
Talon looked away from him. “For this, he’ll be suspended from the ceiling, laid out parallel to the floor.”
I wasn’t sure if he was telling me or Auberon, but Auberon began assisting him, the two of them securing Taurus in position with various leather straps and bungee cords. Three wide straps went across his torso, keeping him suspended roughly four feet from the floor while multiple restraints held out his arms and legs, supporting his body weight; another strap