Fresh back from college, I notice a few new items in the home I grew up in. After a particularly flirty day, the man of the house decides to show me more of the place, and take me in the new rooms designed for some special pleasures. (This story features erotic asphyxiation) ~ Excerpt ~ He had been headed to one bedroom, the one off to the left of his apartment, and then suddenly changed course and went off to the right. “But isn’t your bedroom that way?” I asked, pointing to the left. “Yes, but this one is better suited for today,” he replied. Now this is going to get interesting. He reached around me to open the door and I walked into the dark space. Flicking on the light as I passed, the room was massive. King sized four posted bed. D-rings on the floor and ceiling shined in the light. There was a hammock-like swing in the corner, a bench that reminded me of a pummel horse in a different corner, and a medical office chair with electrical leads. This is definitely going to get interesting. “So have you used all of this before?” I ask, touching the cold steel. “At one time or another. Some things more than others.” I walked around the room and admired the artwork. Black and white photographs of various women in states of bondage adorned each of the walls. Some looked professional, some were definitely homemade. One woman had her hands wrapped behind her, one was on the floor hogtied and gagged with a steel bar holding her, while another was on her tip toes with a rope hung around her throat. It is this one I stare at the longest.
