This also was locked on. Then he walked me along, my legs shackled caused me to shuffle along until he stooped me and turned me around. A chain was co...nected to my collar and he hoisted me up by it so I was almost on tip toe. I groaned and he patted my bottom. My breathing was loud, amplified by the pipe on my drinking hood. The chains on my ankles were then connected to my wrists and I struggled as the length was restrictive.It pulled me backwards to allow me some comfort. The tube was removed. The bar was an island in the center of the room and was home to an impressive liquor collection. The bar tops were a dark marble with a dark oak trim which sat upon a half-wall of mirrors. The tabletops in the booths, which lined the wall, were made of the same marble with oak trim. Between the bar and the booths was a hardwood dance floor, which was now filling with people. Viewing the bar she realized that while the furnishings were odd and somewhat random it worked for the place. All of. She wanted some company, her hubby & her had an argument about his work. She finally confronted him with her suspicions. He was working on a project, and NO, he was not fucking around on her. She needed someone who she could talk with over a few drinks.I wandered over. She was sitting at the kitchen island, looking very drunk, relaxed and with a huge glass of wine in front of her. She ran her fingers through her long thick hair, and invited me in, I sat on a stool beside her. She leaned over,. We both like to watch visitors rest their glasses or cups on it knowing only a short time before one of us had been strapped to it. Today that was you. Naked, waiting with anticipation and secured on your back – laid out for Me like a delicious offering. You are flat, arms secured above your head by thick leather cuffs to the table legs. Your knees are bent, with your legs held in place by matching wide leather ankle restraints. Today I have allowed your head to stay on the table, I like.