I never knew that such a substantial thing as a Citadel could move but apparently this one sprouted legs and relocated itself at 1277 Mission. It was a feat (pun intended as always) that only took the briefest hiccup of time. I suspect leather gnomes, myself, but the jury is still out. Borgerella will have to make an inspection of the premises at a later date but pony was in full stride tonight.

The new Citadel was as unobtrusive as before from the outside but did offer greater ease in parking. I took my Master's arm as He led me inside. Immediately we were greeted by the most charming young man who directed us around the corner to sign in. I scrawled a very hoof-evident, left-handed mark for someone's later amusement and ducked through the curtain Master had parted for me, leaving the scene of the crime as fast as I could.

Within my first glance I was thankful for the new dimensions of the new space. We had plenty of ceiling height to do all kinds of dastardly deeds -- with rafters, no less -- but I was most thankful for the width. This new space had more elbowroom side to side, which meant less public pressure on those in scene.

My Master helped me off with my faux fur coat after we made a cursory tour of the first floor. I LIKED this place. The vibe was evident when we entered the room. There was some real energy here.

He led me to the Saint Andrew's cross all padded black with leather. I stood in position awaiting His next move. He took hold of my wrists and put on the leather mittens one by one, zipping my hands into submission. First He locked my left arm into place at the top of the cross ever so forcefully. My right was in position before I was aware of it. How nice…

I wanted a blindfold, but before I could complain He slid the fingers of his right hand into my short hair and balled His fist. Now I was His marionette. He directed my head to the side and slowly dug His teeth in my neck to melt me.

Now I felt my fanny lifted by a warning shot from His port cannon (His left hand). He growled low in my ear as he let my flesh go and ground His hand into the cheek of my ass. Then He was gone.

For the next several minutes I felt varying degrees of stimulation from various objects readily at hand. first it was the crop, then the leather paddle with alternating spiky and smooth sides. Then there was the spike-wheel neurological thingy. *Drool* but but but where was the TAZER? And what about that blindfold anywayz over heah? I thought, as I gave Him the full on mom look of doom over my shoulder. The next few minutes are edited for violence...

(insert elevator music here)

So I kind of remember holding onto His shoulder and we were walking…which article am I in again?

My eyes were beyond bleary -- they were completely unruly. I had no clue what to do with them. So I clung onto Him for dear life as we went down the stairs. Dum Dum Dum -- dramatic reverb!!!

The space was yet again familiar to me. I recognized some of the furniture from various past incarnations of debauchery. I watched two of the cutest pet lesbians (private joke not so private now) wrestle for dominance on the hanging wooden circle of doom. They are so cute when they fight. I almost asked for a turn myself but my shy gene kicked in at the nick of time.

Oh and BTW have oil wrestling, ring will travel...

So the room itself was painted black and had an impressive range of equipment. Tucked neatly under the stairs is a red chillout room complete with window for viewing ease. They even had a chicken exit with stairs to the street in back. (In reality it's probably only for emergencies -- but who needs reality anyway? The rogue drone Borgerella will have to gather that info at a later date.)

So as first times go, it was a major success. I didn't play as hard as I wanted but Master reminded me I had a photo shoot the next day. So POUT anyway. It just gives us more reason to return. I really like this space. It has possibilities. I didn't even mention the hole in the floor or ceiling, depending on your vantage, with beams included for easy suspension.

The Citadel - by EvilPonyGirl aka Tori McCabre

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