Owned by a young man named Mathew, he is a sly and short-tempered gentleman. His shop is huge and old-fashioned. The front desk has a small area to wait for your turn and a number to know when you'll be served. Now a days, the numbers are in the billions, but who really minds? Mathew has had this shop open for a century and a half and has had man clients over the years. The desk lines the back wall with three workers at the desk. Mathew himself escorts Masters and Mistresses through the network of cages. It's almost like a dog kennel, really. The metal chain link fences make the cages now instead of Mathew's old dungeon style. But it's not as weak as it seems. He is careful to keep his clients away from the cages because they have an electric current running through them. Only Mathew can disable it. Meals are served once a day by the workers and him and slaves are kept in their kennels all day.

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