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Angel is given her grand finale to her initiation.
Sarah stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes sweeping over Angel's bound body with a connoisseur's appreciation. The rookie lay stretched out on the table, her legs spread wide with the labia spreader in place, the vibrator nestled just inside her. She looked up at the dominatrix with a mix of fear and resignation, her breathing shallow and quick.
Turning to Cameron, who was still trying to catch her breath from her own ordeal, Sarah cocked an eyebrow. "So, tell me," she said, her voice a low purr, "how do you want me to start tickling your little friend here?"
Cameron's eyes darted between Angel's bound body and Sarah's sadistic smile. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her own feet still tingling from the recent tickling.
"Think carefully, darling," Sarah said, her voice a velvety warning. "Remember, if I'm not satisfied with your instructions, it'll be your turn next. And if I decide you haven't learned your lesson, I might just extend your stay until tomorrow."
Cameron's heart hammered in her chest, the weight of her decision heavy on her shoulders. She took a shaky breath, trying to ignore the way her own feet itched in anticipation and fear. "Start with her neck," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked as she approached the table, her movements a mesmerizing dance of power and control. She leaned down over Angel's prone form, her eyes locking onto the rookie's wide, terrified gaze. "Is that what you want, Angel?" she asked, her voice a soft taunt. "For me to tickle that sweet, sensitive neck of yours?"
Without waiting for a response, she picked up the electric toothbrushes again, their buzzing a constant reminder of the torment that awaited. She gently strapped a padded restraint around Angel's forehead, securing it to the table so that she couldn't move her head. The rookie's eyes grew even wider, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Now, now, darling," Sarah cooed, her voice a blend of amusement and menace. "You don't want to miss any of the fun, do you?"
With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the vibrator, sending a jolt of pleasure through Angel's body that made her gasp. The sensation was strange, a mix of arousal and fear that had her entire body quivering on the table. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, a traitorous response to the humiliation and torment she was enduring.
"Good," Sarah murmured, her eyes on the rookie's face. "Now, let's see how you handle this." She turned her attention to the electric toothbrushes, their buzzing growing louder as she approached Angel's neck.
Cameron watched, her heart in her throat, as the dominatrix began to tickle the soft, sensitive skin of Angel's neck. Angel's body convulsed, her laughter and squeals piercing the air of the soundproof room. The sight of Angel's helplessness was almost too much to bear, but Cameron knew that she had to keep playing the game if she wanted to survive the night.
Sarah's eyes flicked over to Cameron, a question in them. "Where to next, my dear?" she asked, her voice a dark whisper. "Should we move down to those lovely breasts?"
Cameron swallowed hard, her own body responding to the sight of Angel's bound form. "N-no," she stammered, her mind racing. "Her armpits. Tickle her armpits."
Sarah's smile grew even more twisted as she moved the electric toothbrushes away from Angel's neck and towards her armpits. The rookie's body jerked as the vibrations hit her sensitive skin, her laughter turning into a desperate plea. "P-please, no more!" she gasped.
"But you didn't say the magic word," Sarah chided, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Remember, only one word will make me stop."
The toothbrushes hovered just above Angel's armpits, the anticipation of the tickling almost unbearable. "S-stop!!!" she panted, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Ah, but that's not the word I'm looking for," Sarah said, her voice a playful sing-song. "But I can see how much you want to say it. Let's see if I can make it easier for you."
With a wicked smile, she turned the intensity of the vibrator up a notch, the buzzing echoing through the room. Angel's body arched off the table, her cries of pleasure and pain mixing together into a symphony of agonized ecstasy. Her legs thrashed, trying to find purchase as the vibrations grew more intense, her entire being focused on the sensations pulsing through her.
"Tell me," Sarah whispered, her breath hot against Angel's ear, "are you going to be a good little tickle slut and say the word I want to hear?"
Angel's eyes squeezed tighter, the sound of the toothbrushes buzzing closer to her armpits making her entire body convulse. "P-please," she managed to whine, her voice a desperate, high-pitched squeak.
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked, and she leaned in closer, the toothbrushes poised and ready to strike. "You know what word I'm waiting for," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "Say it, and I'll stop."
The buzzing grew louder, the anticipation unbearable. "T-Tickle," Angel whimpered, the word slipping out in a rush of breath. She felt a twinge of relief mixed with the humiliation of begging for her own torment.
Sarah's smile was a thing of beauty, a twisted blend of victory and amusement. "Good girl," she cooed, pressing the electric toothbrushes into the soft, sensitive skin of Angel's armpits. The rookie's body jerked and spasmed as the vibrations hit her, her laughter a mix of pain and pleasure that had Cameron's own arousal spiking.
Angel's eyes squeezed shut even tighter as the sensations grew more intense. The vibrator nestled between her lips was a relentless force, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building, the sweet release that was just out of reach. She didn't want to give in, didn't want to show any sign of weakness, but the feeling was growing too strong.
Cameron watched with a mix of horror and fascination, her own body responding to the sight of her friend's torment. A devilish smile played across her lips as she had an idea, a way to turn the tables and perhaps get some of her own back. "Tickle her clit," she told Sarah, her voice a barely-contained whisper.
Sarah raised an eyebrow, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Now, that's a bit more daring, isn't it?" she said, her smile growing even more predatory. She turned the vibrator's intensity up another notch, making Angel's hips buck against the restraint. "But I'm always up for a challenge."
With a flick of her wrist, she redirected one of the electric toothbrushes, the vibrations moving from Angel's armpit to the tender, exposed flesh of her clit. The rookie's body stiffened, a keening cry escaping her throat as the direct contact sent waves of pleasure through her. The labia spreader held her open, leaving her utterly vulnerable to the merciless tickling.
Cameron watched, her heart racing, as Angel's body writhed under the new sensation. The dominatrix's hand was a blur of motion, the vibrator a silent weapon of pleasure that had her friend's legs kicking against the restraint. The sight was intoxicating, a mix of fear and excitement that had her own body responding in ways she hadn't anticipated.
And then it happened. Angel's body stiffened, her back arching off the table as a scream tore from her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she squirted hard all over the bondage table. Sarah did not stop the vibrator or the clitoral stimulation and began the post orgasm onslaught.
Cameron watched in amazement, her own body betraying her as she felt her own arousal climb higher. She had never seen anyone cum so hard, so explosively, and the power she had in that moment was undeniable. But she knew it wasn't over yet.
"Very good, Angel," Sarah purred, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "But we're just getting started, aren't we?"
With a wicked smile, she turned her attention back to the timer, the remaining five minutes glaring like a countdown to doom. She had a plan, a way to ensure that every second of those last moments was filled with exquisite agony for the bound rookie.
"Let's not waste any time," Sarah said, her voice a silky threat. She picked up a feather, its soft plumes a stark contrast to the cold steel of the instruments around her. She trailed it along the inside of Angel's thigh, watching with glee as goosebumps pebbled the rookie's skin.
The timer ticked down, each second a taunt that the worst was yet to come. Sarah knew how to draw out the suspense, how to make every moment count. She moved the feather in a slow, teasing dance up to Angel's ticklish belly, watching the rookie's muscles tighten in anticipation.
"You're so deliciously sensitive after a good orgasm," Sarah murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Angel's spine.
Angel's eyes snapped open, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to prepare herself for the next wave of torture. The vibrator was still buzzing away, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body, but she knew she had to keep her wits about her. "No," she gasped, her voice weak with the effort of speaking. "Please, no more."
Sarah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But the show's not over yet," she said, her voice a sweet promise of pain. She moved the feather closer to Angel's navel, watching the rookie's stomach muscles tighten in anticipation. "I've got a special little spot picked out just for you."
Angel's eyes went wide as the feather lightly brushed over her belly button, the sensation sending a jolt through her entire body. It was true, her ticklishness had ramped up to eleven after the intense climax, and she knew she was in for it. "P-please," she whimpered, her voice shaking.
"You see, Angel," Sarah said, her eyes sparkling with sadistic glee as she trailed the feather in slow, deliberate circles around the rookie's belly button, "I've tickled the belly buttons of countless girls. And let me tell you, it's a rare one that can handle it post-orgasm." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Angel's skin. "It's like a secret button that turns them into squirming little worms, begging for mercy."
The room was filled with the sound of Angel's desperate pleas and the electric buzz of the vibrator, a symphony of torment that played out on her sweat-soaked body. Her legs thrashed against the restraint, her hips bucking up into the air as the feather danced closer and closer to her hypersensitive navel.
Sarah took her time, enjoying the power she wielded over the bound rookie. Her eyes never left Angel's, watching the fear and anticipation in those dark pools. With a sadistic smirk, she leaned in closer, the feather poised just above the target. "Ready?" she whispered, her voice a dark promise of the torture to come.
And then she struck. The feather twirled in Angel's deep navel, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. The rookie's eyes snapped wide open, her scream echoing off the cold, damp walls of the dungeon. Her body bucked against the restraint, her legs kicking wildly as the sensation grew more intense. It was as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning, every nerve ending in her body alight with unbearable tickling.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE NO MORE STOHAHAHAHAHHAAP!!!!!!!" Angel's laughter turned into a scream of pure agony as the feather continued its relentless assault. She had never felt anything quite like this, the intensity of the tickling combined with the aftermath of her orgasm pushing her to the very brink of sanity.
Sarah's smile grew wider with each twirl of the feather, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, but thats not all for our big finale" she crooned, her voice a mix of sweetness and cruelty. "You're going to love this next part."
Without warning, she pinched Angel's stiffened, dark nipples with her free hand, twisting them gently at first before increasing the pressure. Angel's eyes rolled back in her head, and her body jolted as a fresh wave of painful pleasure washed over her. The feather inside her navel and the pinching on her nipples created a symphony of sensations that she never knew could be so overwhelming.
Her breathing grew erratic, her chest heaving with each gasp as she fought against the bonds that held her in place. She could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of sensations that she was powerless to resist. "P-please," she managed to gasp, her voice barely audible over the roar in her ears. "I can't... I'm going to faint."
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked. "That's the point, darling," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But I think you can handle a little more."
With a flick of her wrist, she swapped the feather for a small, soft-bristled paintbrush, the kind used for the most delicate of artworks. The bristles grazed the sensitive skin around Angel's navel, and she felt the beginnings of a second orgasm building, her body betraying her once again. The vibrations from the bullet vibrator grew stronger, and she could feel her muscles clenching around it.
The room swirled around her as the pleasure grew too intense. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel her body convulsing beneath the restraint, each spasm sending a new wave of sensation through her core. And then, with a final twist of Sarah's hand, the orgasm crashed over her, stealing her breath away.
It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a tornado of pleasure that wiped out every thought, every fear, every sensation that wasn't pure, unbridled ecstasy. Her muscles tightened around the vibrator, her back arching off the table as she was lost in the storm.
The world went dark around the edges as Angel felt the second climax approaching, the sensations from the paintbrush and the vibrator melding together into a crescendo that was simply too much. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't even scream. And then, with a final, desperate jerk, she went limp, the world around her fading to black.
Sarah smiled as she looked down on Angels long, limp body and began untying all of her restraints, turning off and removing the vibrator and rolling Angel Reese on to a recovery bed that she wheeled into the next room so she could sleep it off.
When Sarah came back in to the room she saw Cameron Brink still locked into the chair with her ankles in stocks. Her big size 13.5 bare feet wiggling around.
"Looks like it's just the two of us now Ms. Brink...I hope you don't mind, I invited a few special guests to help me finish off your initiation..."
To be continued
Suggestions for Sarah's invitees welcome
Sarah stepped back to admire her handiwork, her eyes sweeping over Angel's bound body with a connoisseur's appreciation. The rookie lay stretched out on the table, her legs spread wide with the labia spreader in place, the vibrator nestled just inside her. She looked up at the dominatrix with a mix of fear and resignation, her breathing shallow and quick.
Turning to Cameron, who was still trying to catch her breath from her own ordeal, Sarah cocked an eyebrow. "So, tell me," she said, her voice a low purr, "how do you want me to start tickling your little friend here?"
Cameron's eyes darted between Angel's bound body and Sarah's sadistic smile. "I... I don't know," she stammered, her own feet still tingling from the recent tickling.
"Think carefully, darling," Sarah said, her voice a velvety warning. "Remember, if I'm not satisfied with your instructions, it'll be your turn next. And if I decide you haven't learned your lesson, I might just extend your stay until tomorrow."
Cameron's heart hammered in her chest, the weight of her decision heavy on her shoulders. She took a shaky breath, trying to ignore the way her own feet itched in anticipation and fear. "Start with her neck," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked as she approached the table, her movements a mesmerizing dance of power and control. She leaned down over Angel's prone form, her eyes locking onto the rookie's wide, terrified gaze. "Is that what you want, Angel?" she asked, her voice a soft taunt. "For me to tickle that sweet, sensitive neck of yours?"
Without waiting for a response, she picked up the electric toothbrushes again, their buzzing a constant reminder of the torment that awaited. She gently strapped a padded restraint around Angel's forehead, securing it to the table so that she couldn't move her head. The rookie's eyes grew even wider, her breath hitching in her throat.
"Now, now, darling," Sarah cooed, her voice a blend of amusement and menace. "You don't want to miss any of the fun, do you?"
With a flick of her wrist, she turned on the vibrator, sending a jolt of pleasure through Angel's body that made her gasp. The sensation was strange, a mix of arousal and fear that had her entire body quivering on the table. She could feel the wetness pooling between her legs, a traitorous response to the humiliation and torment she was enduring.
"Good," Sarah murmured, her eyes on the rookie's face. "Now, let's see how you handle this." She turned her attention to the electric toothbrushes, their buzzing growing louder as she approached Angel's neck.
Cameron watched, her heart in her throat, as the dominatrix began to tickle the soft, sensitive skin of Angel's neck. Angel's body convulsed, her laughter and squeals piercing the air of the soundproof room. The sight of Angel's helplessness was almost too much to bear, but Cameron knew that she had to keep playing the game if she wanted to survive the night.
Sarah's eyes flicked over to Cameron, a question in them. "Where to next, my dear?" she asked, her voice a dark whisper. "Should we move down to those lovely breasts?"
Cameron swallowed hard, her own body responding to the sight of Angel's bound form. "N-no," she stammered, her mind racing. "Her armpits. Tickle her armpits."
Sarah's smile grew even more twisted as she moved the electric toothbrushes away from Angel's neck and towards her armpits. The rookie's body jerked as the vibrations hit her sensitive skin, her laughter turning into a desperate plea. "P-please, no more!" she gasped.
"But you didn't say the magic word," Sarah chided, her eyes gleaming with amusement. "Remember, only one word will make me stop."
The toothbrushes hovered just above Angel's armpits, the anticipation of the tickling almost unbearable. "S-stop!!!" she panted, her eyes squeezed shut.
"Ah, but that's not the word I'm looking for," Sarah said, her voice a playful sing-song. "But I can see how much you want to say it. Let's see if I can make it easier for you."
With a wicked smile, she turned the intensity of the vibrator up a notch, the buzzing echoing through the room. Angel's body arched off the table, her cries of pleasure and pain mixing together into a symphony of agonized ecstasy. Her legs thrashed, trying to find purchase as the vibrations grew more intense, her entire being focused on the sensations pulsing through her.
"Tell me," Sarah whispered, her breath hot against Angel's ear, "are you going to be a good little tickle slut and say the word I want to hear?"
Angel's eyes squeezed tighter, the sound of the toothbrushes buzzing closer to her armpits making her entire body convulse. "P-please," she managed to whine, her voice a desperate, high-pitched squeak.
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked, and she leaned in closer, the toothbrushes poised and ready to strike. "You know what word I'm waiting for," she murmured, her voice a seductive whisper. "Say it, and I'll stop."
The buzzing grew louder, the anticipation unbearable. "T-Tickle," Angel whimpered, the word slipping out in a rush of breath. She felt a twinge of relief mixed with the humiliation of begging for her own torment.
Sarah's smile was a thing of beauty, a twisted blend of victory and amusement. "Good girl," she cooed, pressing the electric toothbrushes into the soft, sensitive skin of Angel's armpits. The rookie's body jerked and spasmed as the vibrations hit her, her laughter a mix of pain and pleasure that had Cameron's own arousal spiking.
Angel's eyes squeezed shut even tighter as the sensations grew more intense. The vibrator nestled between her lips was a relentless force, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She could feel the pressure building, the sweet release that was just out of reach. She didn't want to give in, didn't want to show any sign of weakness, but the feeling was growing too strong.
Cameron watched with a mix of horror and fascination, her own body responding to the sight of her friend's torment. A devilish smile played across her lips as she had an idea, a way to turn the tables and perhaps get some of her own back. "Tickle her clit," she told Sarah, her voice a barely-contained whisper.
Sarah raised an eyebrow, a glint of excitement in her eyes. "Now, that's a bit more daring, isn't it?" she said, her smile growing even more predatory. She turned the vibrator's intensity up another notch, making Angel's hips buck against the restraint. "But I'm always up for a challenge."
With a flick of her wrist, she redirected one of the electric toothbrushes, the vibrations moving from Angel's armpit to the tender, exposed flesh of her clit. The rookie's body stiffened, a keening cry escaping her throat as the direct contact sent waves of pleasure through her. The labia spreader held her open, leaving her utterly vulnerable to the merciless tickling.
Cameron watched, her heart racing, as Angel's body writhed under the new sensation. The dominatrix's hand was a blur of motion, the vibrator a silent weapon of pleasure that had her friend's legs kicking against the restraint. The sight was intoxicating, a mix of fear and excitement that had her own body responding in ways she hadn't anticipated.
And then it happened. Angel's body stiffened, her back arching off the table as a scream tore from her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she squirted hard all over the bondage table. Sarah did not stop the vibrator or the clitoral stimulation and began the post orgasm onslaught.
Cameron watched in amazement, her own body betraying her as she felt her own arousal climb higher. She had never seen anyone cum so hard, so explosively, and the power she had in that moment was undeniable. But she knew it wasn't over yet.
"Very good, Angel," Sarah purred, her eyes gleaming with sadistic pleasure. "But we're just getting started, aren't we?"
With a wicked smile, she turned her attention back to the timer, the remaining five minutes glaring like a countdown to doom. She had a plan, a way to ensure that every second of those last moments was filled with exquisite agony for the bound rookie.
"Let's not waste any time," Sarah said, her voice a silky threat. She picked up a feather, its soft plumes a stark contrast to the cold steel of the instruments around her. She trailed it along the inside of Angel's thigh, watching with glee as goosebumps pebbled the rookie's skin.
The timer ticked down, each second a taunt that the worst was yet to come. Sarah knew how to draw out the suspense, how to make every moment count. She moved the feather in a slow, teasing dance up to Angel's ticklish belly, watching the rookie's muscles tighten in anticipation.
"You're so deliciously sensitive after a good orgasm," Sarah murmured, her voice a seductive purr that sent shivers down Angel's spine.
Angel's eyes snapped open, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she tried to prepare herself for the next wave of torture. The vibrator was still buzzing away, sending aftershocks of pleasure through her body, but she knew she had to keep her wits about her. "No," she gasped, her voice weak with the effort of speaking. "Please, no more."
Sarah chuckled, her eyes gleaming with excitement. "But the show's not over yet," she said, her voice a sweet promise of pain. She moved the feather closer to Angel's navel, watching the rookie's stomach muscles tighten in anticipation. "I've got a special little spot picked out just for you."
Angel's eyes went wide as the feather lightly brushed over her belly button, the sensation sending a jolt through her entire body. It was true, her ticklishness had ramped up to eleven after the intense climax, and she knew she was in for it. "P-please," she whimpered, her voice shaking.
"You see, Angel," Sarah said, her eyes sparkling with sadistic glee as she trailed the feather in slow, deliberate circles around the rookie's belly button, "I've tickled the belly buttons of countless girls. And let me tell you, it's a rare one that can handle it post-orgasm." She leaned in closer, her breath hot against Angel's skin. "It's like a secret button that turns them into squirming little worms, begging for mercy."
The room was filled with the sound of Angel's desperate pleas and the electric buzz of the vibrator, a symphony of torment that played out on her sweat-soaked body. Her legs thrashed against the restraint, her hips bucking up into the air as the feather danced closer and closer to her hypersensitive navel.
Sarah took her time, enjoying the power she wielded over the bound rookie. Her eyes never left Angel's, watching the fear and anticipation in those dark pools. With a sadistic smirk, she leaned in closer, the feather poised just above the target. "Ready?" she whispered, her voice a dark promise of the torture to come.
And then she struck. The feather twirled in Angel's deep navel, sending a jolt of electricity through her entire body. The rookie's eyes snapped wide open, her scream echoing off the cold, damp walls of the dungeon. Her body bucked against the restraint, her legs kicking wildly as the sensation grew more intense. It was as if she had been struck by a bolt of lightning, every nerve ending in her body alight with unbearable tickling.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHA PLEASE NO MORE STOHAHAHAHAHHAAP!!!!!!!" Angel's laughter turned into a scream of pure agony as the feather continued its relentless assault. She had never felt anything quite like this, the intensity of the tickling combined with the aftermath of her orgasm pushing her to the very brink of sanity.
Sarah's smile grew wider with each twirl of the feather, her eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Oh, but thats not all for our big finale" she crooned, her voice a mix of sweetness and cruelty. "You're going to love this next part."
Without warning, she pinched Angel's stiffened, dark nipples with her free hand, twisting them gently at first before increasing the pressure. Angel's eyes rolled back in her head, and her body jolted as a fresh wave of painful pleasure washed over her. The feather inside her navel and the pinching on her nipples created a symphony of sensations that she never knew could be so overwhelming.
Her breathing grew erratic, her chest heaving with each gasp as she fought against the bonds that held her in place. She could feel the orgasm building, a crescendo of sensations that she was powerless to resist. "P-please," she managed to gasp, her voice barely audible over the roar in her ears. "I can't... I'm going to faint."
Sarah's smile grew even more wicked. "That's the point, darling," she said, her voice a seductive whisper. "But I think you can handle a little more."
With a flick of her wrist, she swapped the feather for a small, soft-bristled paintbrush, the kind used for the most delicate of artworks. The bristles grazed the sensitive skin around Angel's navel, and she felt the beginnings of a second orgasm building, her body betraying her once again. The vibrations from the bullet vibrator grew stronger, and she could feel her muscles clenching around it.
The room swirled around her as the pleasure grew too intense. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she could feel her body convulsing beneath the restraint, each spasm sending a new wave of sensation through her core. And then, with a final twist of Sarah's hand, the orgasm crashed over her, stealing her breath away.
It was like nothing she had ever felt before, a tornado of pleasure that wiped out every thought, every fear, every sensation that wasn't pure, unbridled ecstasy. Her muscles tightened around the vibrator, her back arching off the table as she was lost in the storm.
The world went dark around the edges as Angel felt the second climax approaching, the sensations from the paintbrush and the vibrator melding together into a crescendo that was simply too much. She couldn't breathe, couldn't think, couldn't even scream. And then, with a final, desperate jerk, she went limp, the world around her fading to black.
Sarah smiled as she looked down on Angels long, limp body and began untying all of her restraints, turning off and removing the vibrator and rolling Angel Reese on to a recovery bed that she wheeled into the next room so she could sleep it off.
When Sarah came back in to the room she saw Cameron Brink still locked into the chair with her ankles in stocks. Her big size 13.5 bare feet wiggling around.
"Looks like it's just the two of us now Ms. Brink...I hope you don't mind, I invited a few special guests to help me finish off your initiation..."
To be continued
Suggestions for Sarah's invitees welcome
