Mil liya krte the, fir ek din mene usko propose kiya phenix mall me, swati I love u, wo thodi ghbrai aur boli time chahiye mjhko ,maine kha its ohk, f...ir hum ghr gye uska msg aya k karam I love u 2, fir to jaise hum pyaar me pgl hi ho gye the, Roj.Milna ghumna, movie jana bt ab tk kuch bhi nhi hua tha, ek din hum logo movie gye us din threater me bhot km log the hum log bhi relax bath kr movie dekh rhe the, maine uske kndhe pr haath rkha tha aur usne apna sir mere kndhe pr, maine uske maathe ko. She was all decked out for the night, wearing a royal blue velvet pantsuit with a plunging neckline, and diamonds dripping from her earlobes. She actually looked kind of sexy, but I was in too bad a mood to really notice."Do you need a refill?" she asked, looking at my wineglass.I mustered a smile. "Sure, I'll have another." I barely noticed when she replaced my champagne with a Screwdriver, heavy on the vodka. I drank it down, gasping as the fiery liquid coursed down my throat."Wow, this is. There stood two huge wooden chairs, which looked like 20 th century electric chairs with rough iron straps on the arms, the upper back rest by where a neck would be rested, and across the chest area and legs of the chairs. A wooden table with many rings, hooks, and a hand operated winch at one end stood front and center. An iron maiden of heavy strap iron stood near the door, and another smaller one hung from a chain above our heads. A large wooden barrel with a two part top hinged together. This is a fiction and is not based on any true events. Let me tell you about myself first; I am 21, straight male, Kinky and a master. This story is based on BDSM. I hope that my imagination impresses you. I have written it in third person and you may assume that a female slave is narrating this story to her master as he demanded for it.It was late at night and I was chained to the wall and you came in and you smiled at me then you let me down. I didn’t try to leave and you knew I wouldn’t try..