The whip cracks so close to the ear, it stings just from the sound. His arms and legs are bound behind him and his whole body is suspended in the air. His captor walks around him, whip wound and ready to be let loose again. She was dressed in thick black leather, styled for both form and function. The stilettos clicked menacingly on the floor as she prowled, and the mask she wore covered all but her lips which were lifted in a derisive sneer. There was no use struggling, he had tried that already, the movement succeeded in swinging him a little and she didn’t like that. He had shouted at her at first, demanding to be released, which only made her smile, and now all he could do was whimper occasionally, which made her smile more. With a practiced flick the whip shot out again, kissing his exposed skin along his back and making him jump and whine with the pain.
God he loved this place.
Select members of the Boudoir have a taste that is….unusual, and for those select members who can pay to indulge in them, there is the Rack. Once taken past reception they proceed through a hidden door located at the far wall. These customers are always lead by the Madame, the owner of both businesses, or by one of her most trusted employees. Once through, the customer will find themselves in a long dark hallway with many thick soundproof doors on both sides. Each room is designed to fulfill a particular fantasy and is carried out by one of only a handful of employees who have the necessary skills.
To become an employee, you must put yourself at the mercy of the Madame herself. For the most part it is a tame and simple interview process where the interviewed are put through the same methods that they will, in turn, subject their clients; but for a few they are shown the tool that gave the business its name. At the very end of the hallway is a room full of medieval style torture equipment for an even smaller niche clientele. There, at it’s center, is a full scale, working replica of a Rack.