And Then Came Dessert - Sex Stories

And Then Came Dessert

... grabbed one of the chains that were hanging from the ceiling and pulled it down. It made a rattling sound as it rolled through the ring that held it suspended. It had a hook with a safety pin at its end, which she fastened to the chain between my ankles. Then she walked to the far wall. Bewildered, I lifted my head to see what she was doing. Attached to the wall was a winding mechanism. She pushed a button on the control panel and an electric motor started to whine. The chain started to wind onto the rolling drum. When it tightened, my feet started going into the air and I had a fit of panic. ‘W-what are you doing?’ ‘Getting my vindication. You wouldn’t help me, so I’ll have to get it on my own.’ The motor kept whining and soon my butt lifted off the ground. Marie was making sure that the chain wound orderly, but kept looking back at me to monitor the progress. I looked up to see if the ceiling ring was holding up. It took only twenty seconds to have me dangling upside down from the ceiling at a height where my hands no longer touched the floor. Marie pushed another button and the motion stopped. ‘Let me down.’ ‘I will. Just not yet.’ The blood was rushing to my head and I felt it was about to explode. ‘Let me down. I can’t be like this much longer.’ ‘Just keep breathing. Don’t stop breathing. Your blood will circulate.’ I concentrated on my breathing and the pressure in my head subsided. I calmed down. Marie came up to me. I felt like a tuna fish that had just been fished ...

... out of the ocean. ‘I want you to listen carefully. What I’m going to do to you now is not pleasant in any way, but I don’t give a shit. I was going to spare you this part, at least on our first date, but you left me no choice.’ The trembling was back again. I thought I knew what she was referring to, but I couldn’t see how she could pull that off with me hanging upside down. I wished I had been more insistent with Al to tell me everything. Marie went to the cabinet and picked a pair of handcuffs from one of the upper shelves, the kind the police used on criminals. She came back to me, bent down and unlocked the cuffs around my wrists with a little key she pulled from her between her breasts. She fastened one end of the handcuffs to my left wrist, then turned me around by the shoulders and pulled both my arms up behind my back. She fastened the other end of the handcuffs to my right wrist and whirled me around again. ‘You’re nothing but a dirty pig. You know that, don’t you?’ ‘Yes, I do.’ She slapped my face. Although I saw her hand coming, I had a coordination problem as from my awkward position I was unable to calculate the trajectory and instead of avoiding the slap, I moved my head right into it. ‘Pigs don’t speak. Pigs grunt and squeal.’ She slapped me again. I squealed like a pig, partly to oblige, partly in pain and fear. ‘You can squeal all you want, piggy, you’ll still get exactly what you deserve.’ Marie turned her back to me. Reaching between her legs, she grabbed my ...