The other humiliation parlor at the DOG POUND is the larger of the two and is in the back of the mansion. It is even more humongous than the first parlor called the CART ROOM that was described in an earlier episode. This parlor is about a 30 foot square room located between the two "love" rooms and adjacent to the "feeding arena". Instead of the usual equipment found in most dungeons, the "T" Chamber or the "T" Room, as my Goddesses prefer to call it, is equipped with specially customized apparatus and furnishings for my extreme degradation and extended humiliation by my Goddesses tormenting me en masse.

Toward the back wall of this "T" Room in one corner is the ominous PIT, literally a hole in the floor, oval shaped, about 6 feet long, 3 feet wide and just deep enough for my head to be at ground level when I am on my knees inside it. There is enough space around the PIT for as many as sixteen Mistresses to surround me with their feet at my eye level. There is a steering wheel-like contraption below the floor level at each end of the PIT that I can hang on to with just my hands and ankles and suspend myself mid air facing up or down or sideways while my Goddesses "barbecue" me with their whips !! They often used the PIT for my "mock trials" and to "sentence" me to my punishment or to give me a good ole group whipping for the hell of it ! Adjacent to the PIT along the same wall is the TRAMPLING Zone, consisting of two couches facing each other, with just enough room in between to prostrate myself, completely covered by my Goddesses' feet and slither my way up and down on my back or stomach while they trample me at will under their sharp heels. My Goddesses also enjoy playing some foot games here while they lounge on the couches and amuse themselves as I frantically attempt to guess whose feet I am serving.

Along the wall on the other side of the PIT is the SPIRAL staircase leading up to a platform from which my Goddesses can get a "bird's eye" view of my helpless plight, watching me grovel at the feet of other Goddesses dishing it out to me. They can also step off the platform on to a PEDESTAL, a mobile contraption on wheels and a taller version of a modified "baby walker". With me on my knees in the middle, there is a wide ring encircling my head for my tormentors to stand on and jab their heels all over my face, neck and shoulders as I strive under them to pacify their sadistic commands.

Nestled in the near corner just on the other side of the wall from the feeding arena is the SHOE SPINDLE, shaped like an inverted cone with its multi-tiered racks displaying an immense variety of stiletto heels in various styles and colors and special occasion shoes such as "denial" shoes that deny me the view of my Goddesses' heels and toes, fluorescent shoes that glow in the dark, "heel mike" shoes to amplify my whimpers over the strategically placed speakers, see-thru shoes with those transparent heels etc. My Goddesses sport a variety of shoes depending on their mood and I must never fail to remember their preferred styles and sizes or risk severe reminders with their ubiquitous whips. Atop the Spindle are vintage shoes that were deployed in my earlier training mostly by my stepmother Goddess Padma and stepsister, Goddess Gita - worn out sandals, chewed up slippers, sweaty sneakers, old fashioned wedge heels and the like.

Alongside the same wall is another custom contraption called the WHEEL OF (my) MISFORTUNE. It is shaped like an oversized lazy susan type turntable, about 5 feet in diameter and lays close to the floor. My Goddesses delight in using the WHEEL for the ingenious footgames they love to play. Standing or seated in a circle around it, they have me lying flat on it, my head and neck protruding just beyond the rim. They set the wheel in motion by kicking me with their heels and my face goes in a whirl and my lips brush against their toes. When the wheel comes to a stop, I must instantly recognize and identify my Goddess by their feet and feet alone or else ……………..

The wall adjacent to the WHEEL is decked with an assortment of various shapes and styles of torture paraphernalia. There are whips of varying lengths, the cat-o-nine tails, the riding crops, the braided leather whips and the latex rubber whips, canes of various thickness and flexibility, different styled paddles and the absolutely scary and awesome looking ten foot long bullwhips, the mere mention of which give me the shivers !! Restraints are generally limited to mouth gags, blindfolds, blinders, wrist and ankle cuffs and of course, a whole slew of dog collars and leashes. Being a Superslave, I am not required to be immobilized or heavily restrained, so there aren't any of the usual A-frames or X-frames or suspension equipment.

In one corner of this wall are parked a couple of miniCARTS, a smaller version of the full blown DOG CART described in an earlier episode. The miniCart is a C-shaped 8 foot couch on wheels which can easily seat four Mistresses as I crawl on my knees in their midst, straining to move the miniCart from one end of the room to the other while being goaded by their vicious whips and kicks and a constant barrage of verbal abuse. They utilize the two miniCarts in many innovative ways to put me through grueling tasks to test my limits of endurance.

The center of the "T" Room is mostly open space with just a smattering of furniture for my Goddesses to sit upon - a couple of loveseats, a couple of "peacock" chairs, some barstools and loungers, all loosely arranged in a wide circle so they can lash me with their assortment of whips and even unleash their blood curdling ten foot bullwhips on my helpless body without any encumberances. In fact, when they gather together here in a circle to "mass torture" me, they form what they call the RING OF FEAR since it literally scares the living daylights out of me and they always have me pleading for mercy and repeatedly begging for their forgiveness.

Considering the miscellany of the equipment in the "T" Room mostly designed for my Goddesses to torment me en masse, it is no wonder that through all these years, I have spent more time in this room than any other at the DOG POUND. Whenever my Goddesses congregate here, I know I am in for long sessions of grueling torture and discipline testing my ultimate limits of endurance and my abilities to withstand seemingly endless physical, mental and psychological abuse.

Hence, it was with nervous trepidation that I anxiously waited by Goddesses Kandi and Purnie's feet that had been "generous" enough to allow me to lick the few morsels of food they had so meticulously "foot processed". Satisfied that my food mortification was total and complete, they seemed to be in a more accommodative mood to let me rest a while at their feet until they heard the Mistresses in the adjacent "love" rooms indulged in lesbian sex orgy reach their orgasmic climax with screams of delight.

Goddess Kandi got up abruptly, saying to Purnie as she walked away: "I am going to see if the other Mistresses are in a mood for some footgames. Why don't you ride doggie to the "T" room, Purnie, and meet us at the WHEEL?"

Goddess Purnie supplanted herself on my back, holding the leash tight in one hand, stung my ass with her riding crop in the other and headed me toward the dreaded "T' room just as the other Goddesses were gathering around the infamous WHEEL OF MISFORTUNE to play their cruelly planned footgames to test how well I knew their feet!

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