Excitement welled in my chest, I was not sure how long I had to prepare, so I quickly moved to the guest bathroom to remove my clothes. The shower stall was glass enclosed, and surrounded by shelves with all types of products. I looked from the streaming water to the sink to locate the hair dryer, released my long dark pony tail, and began to wash as rapidly as I could. The water felt fantastic, the heat from the shower head igniting my imagination of what the evening held. Making sure that every part of me was clean, I toweled off and began the long task of trying my hair. There were all styles of hair gel products, so I decided to make myself look as presentable as possible. What seemed like an eternity, I finally turned off the hair dryer, and turned to my clothes. Remembering my instructions I looked for the burrow drawer, opening the top drawer I was surprised to see neatly laid out all styles of gags. I closed the first drawer and moved to the second. In this drawer I found handcuffs and cock rings, so I moved to the last drawer, and found it empty, this is where I laid my clothes.
Returning to the gags, I tried each one on, from elaborate head harness designs that did not allow the gag to move from the mouth, to horse style bit gags that when pressure was applied a painful sensation to the back gums was felt very strongly. I discarded these for the more practical ball or cock gags. There was a leather bound cock gag that seemed to be the most comfortable, as it molded itself to the shape of my mouth. It was also flexible, allowing for jaw movement, while still restricting the ability to speak or call out. Looking at the small lock, I searched for the key, there was none. Once secured, there would be no turning back. I fastened this behind my head, fumbling with the lock, until I heard the familiar click.
The next drawer was more difficult, cock rings and handcuffs of many different styles. Thin wires that fastened with a one way guide, to standard ratcheting police style cuffs. Finding a large banded steel shackle, I picked it up to examine them. There was a locking device that engaged when the two pieces of metal were joined. I held one end up to my wrist to see if the size was too small for me, and was surprised when they easily clicked closed. I pulled at the cuffs, and rooted around in the drawer for a set of keys that I knew would not be there. Well, I guess I made my choice. Fearing for time, I selected a simple cock ring, and worked at forcing my stiffening cock and large balls through the unyielding ring.
When everything was finally in place, I chuckled to myself, thinking that I was a sexual Goldie Locks, and I was rooting through the drawers of the three bears until I found what fit just right.
I turned to look in the bathroom for some deodorant, when the bathroom door swung open, and a beautiful blond haired women entered the room. She had a gorgeous long thin gauze dress on, with sandals and a necklace of bright colorful shells. Her hair cascaded down the front of her chest, framing her ample breasts in gossamer traces. She was young, and moved with the confidence that is bread from knowing you are desirable. The curves to her hips swung wildly from side to side as she approached me. Her sandaled feet crossing in front of her in such a seductive manor that my bound shaft was rock hard and throbbing by the time she reached me.
She reached down to my bound wrist, and lifted it to her chest, reaching down to my other wrist, she pulled this up to her chest as well, taking the dangling, unused shackle that hung from my wrist, she wrapped the free wrist in the remaining metal shackle with a secure click. She turned from me, and walked to the opposite end of the bathroom, and opened a tall cupboard door, inside was an array of items, many of which I had never seen before. This gorgeous women selected a long strap and a small leather belt with a lock attached to it. My cock noted the view from behind was just as lovely as the view from the front. Long legs pressing against the material as she moved showed them to be thin and well shaped, as her ass shown in high relief to the material moved across it. There could not have been an ounce of fat to be found on this perfect specimen of womanhood. I could feel my pulse pound against the ring that constricted the blood flow in my rock hard dick. It felt more full than it had ever felt, to the point of bursting. My excitement continued to mount, as she quietly closed the cupboard doors, and turned back to me. My eyes riveted in obvious lust as our eyes met. She approached me with a slight smile accenting her high cheekbones and her lovely bright blue eyes. My hands bound in front of me between the length of chain tried in vain to conceal my engorged member. With my excitement at it's current height, just touching myself I felt ready to cum.
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300 Tricks. A Tale Of BDSM At Its Best
Cerita Pendek100 Tricks is a gay/streight adventure of a hustler meeting his fate. Will he like what he finds in himself?
