He gently takes her her hand and leads her to kitchen, "Well there is a rule in this house," He laughs, "Well it is really a rule, but an option... That is that clothing here is optional... So don't be surprised if you see people naked after all I am a BDSM gear marker." He tells her. He laughs as he approaches the kitchen, "This is were the magic happens... You want a good meal you name it I can cook it, but that does not matter." He tells her. HE walks towards the basement door and he grabs the key," Do me a favor when you see all this gear don't act so shocked." He states. He unlocks the door and puts the key back in the hook. She leads her down and he claps and the lights come on.
In front of them stood a wall of gags, o-rings and all sorts of whips that ranged from a simple crop to leather cat o nine tails,bullwhips and of course some paddles. On the left wall were his sex toys, his vibrators of varying sizes, his butt plugs, vibrator eggs were on the large wall. Then there was the wall to their right that was his pride and joy, on the wall was everything he needed for pony play. Harnesses, the horse mask,plumes, anal plug tails. Hanging from the ceiling was a mid air circular suspension rig and below it was a mat for the dominant to lay and have his way with his or her sub. Their were also a spreader bar with a machine dildo and some righs with arm and leg binders.
He looks at her, " I know it isnt much but most of the good stuff is in my work area." He says.
