A Wench Winch!
Yup! Lisa’s master finally got his wench winch set up:
M. put up the winch that he got a long time ago, in the living room, suspended temporarily by some chain off of the huge-ass ridge beam. Just seeing it there is something else, and I’ve got to figure out a way to make it look less obvious, though it will be easier when he gets power run up to it. I so enjoyed watching him install it, the care he took to make sure it was stable, hearing him say things like he only has one slave, after all, and he’d like to keep me around. It would not have been fun it the whole thing fell down on my head, or dropped me on mine.
I so liked the way it feels to be hanging there like a piece of meat in a butcher shop, and I haven’t a clue why.
I think I’m jealous.
