Atonement I entered the ceremonial room, which was dark and filled with flickering candles. There was a long, low table in the middle of the space, covered with a black silk sheet. Master Snow sat at the head of the table, impeccably dressed, with two other Masters who were instructed to pull the fabric away. They revealed what can only be described as a series of penis shaped pegs of increasing sizes. All were attached to the table top. I instinctively knew that my task was to lower my ass down onto each of the pegs in turn, and I did so as unflinchingly as possible. Just as I'd started to get used to a peg, though, Master Snow would instruct me to move onto the next. It took a lot of will-power and it hurt like all hell, but I succeeded every time. The final peg was super wide and not at all dick-shaped.
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