“Look at me, Baby” I said, nodding to the tent in my boxers, “you’ve GOT to tell me.”She was wearing only her panties, so she propped hersel... up in bed, told me to lay beside her and proceeded to share the details of an experience from before she and I had met:“I was 22” she began, “in grad school and dating a guy much older than me. He was 37 and was very worldly. I was totally smitten with him and he seemed to bring me out of my shell. One night, he asked me to join him at a fetish party. I. No one was in the living room so Kari pulled me through to the kitchen, which was lit. There was another common room through the kitchen where other people were talking. I suppose it was a dining room, but they were obviously using it as a second living space. Once we entered the back living room I recognized the three other girls from the beach that afternoon.“I’d like you all to meet Greg,” Kari said once we entered the room. She was grinning from ear to ear and clutching my hand as she. He started to kiss down my neck, to my collarbone and then onto my chest.His hand followed suit by going further down my body. He kissed all around my breasts as his hand slipped inside my thong. I let out another soft moan as his finger brushed my clitoral hood and his lips pressed against my rosebud-like nipple. He slowly poked his tongue out and started to softly lick around my areola, one and then the other as his finger slowly rubbed up and down my clit.“You’re so fucking good,” I murmured. In the middle of the room is a doctors table silver chrome shining dully under the dim light. Heavy manacles hang from the ceiling by chain. There is also a small saw horse of stained wood and a pair of stocks on a small platform in the far corner. He moves from the stairs to the table setting down the water and food. Walking from the table to the cage he types in the code to unlock the door. The door pops open allowing him to walk in standing over her helpless form. Her red hair hides her.