And Then Came Dessert - Sex Stories

And Then Came Dessert

... with all sorts of whips and crops and leather utensils right next to it. In the middle of the room was a padded table like the ones doctors used to examine their patients, with adjustable head and foot sections. Behind it, an apparatus that even in this unusual setting seemed totally out of place: a vaulting horse. I remembered the vaulting horse from gym class in high school, it had been a nightmare for me. The whole setup reminded me of the torture chambers of medieval castles. I involuntarily started shaking again. When I acceded to the dinner invitation, I thought I knew what I could expect and although most of it scared me, I was also intrigued. But I wasn’t prepared for this. Marie turned to me. It seemed as if entering the room had changed her. She wasn’t smiling, she wasn’t laughing. Her face had become expressionless and her manner was distanced and controlled. ‘Take your clothes off. You can leave them on that chair over there.’ I hesitated for a short while. I wanted to ask her what she was planning on doing to me, but the cold look on her face dissuaded me. She stood before me motionless until I did as I was told. When I was completely naked, she walked to the cabinet and rummaged in it. I looked down my body. My dick was all but wrinkled skin, hanging loosely over my scrotum which had shrunk to the size of a walnut and felt tight and compact. When Marie came back, she was dragging a pair of chains which rattled behind her. She handed me one of the chains, holding ...

... on to the other. ‘Put these around your ankles.’ I took the chain from her hand. There were leather-padded iron cuffs on each end. I looked at her in the hope of a sign that she was just joking, but there was none. I bent down and fastened the cuffs around my ankles. She handed me two small padlocks. I looked at her with a plea in my eyes, but she remained motionless and expressionless. There was something about her, something that radiated from her stoic silence and posture that had me in a spell. I could still untie myself, grab my clothes and run away. But I didn’t. Instead, I bent over again and locked the cuffs around my ankles with the padlocks, sealing my fate. ‘Now fasten these around your wrists.’ She handed me the other chain, and I fastened them and locked them with the second pair of padlocks she gave me. The chains between my ankles and wrists were about a yard in length, leaving me some leeway for movement. I didn’t like the way they rattled when I moved. It reminded me of ‘Cool Hand Luke’, the 1967 prison movie with Paul Newman and George Kennedy. I looked at Marie for a clue of what was to come next. ‘Wait here. Do not move. Do not sit down. I will be back in a minute.’ She disappeared through a door in the back of the room and closed it behind her. I was alone and naked in the room. I wondered what I was doing here. Everything in me screamed to take off running, chained and naked as I was. Fear was tying my bowels in a knot and made my knees buckle. I looked ...