Mason was sitting in a bar run by one of his childhood friends, Timothy. Usually he just hung out with his friend but tonight, he had a different purpose. He always had this uncanny feeling about one of the doors in his shop which was always locked. There were times, when he had tried to listen through the door but to no avail. So after the bar had closed, around 3.00 am, Mason asked Tim about it.
"Hey Tim, I know its none of my business but I have always been curious as to what is behind that door over there. Care to explain why its always locked?"
"Oh that. You should have asked me earlier. We can go check it out, but on one condition," said Tim.
"And whats that?" asked Mason.
"You know how I have always had a crush on your wife. If what you see downstairs defies your wildest dreams, then I want you to let me have her for one night. Of course, you can say no, but I am sort of convinced that you are going to like what you see," said Tim.
"Whatever, there is no way I would give up my wife," said Mason.
"We shall see," said Tim with a grin on his face.
As they walked downstairs, he could hear a faint, occasional muffled moaning coming from the end of the stairwell. It grew louder as they reached the landing and into a pitch black circular room, around the size of an average living room. He could now clearly tell that there was a girl trying to let out moans but was probably gagged in some fashion. Tim turns the lights on which puts the canter into the spotlight, and there she was.
His eyes took sometime to adjust, his thoughts going wild in that moment, but once he got a good look at the subject, the reality had surpassed his imagination. A blonde girl probably in here 20s lay there naked on here knees, shackled, blindfolded and gagged, most likely a penis gag from the way her throat would tense up from time to time. She was around 5 feet 3 inches, had c cup tear drop breasts and pale white skin. Her knees were spread apart and held in place by metal cufflinks linked to the ground. Her ankles were forced inward and married together by another set of cufflinks. She was strapped to a slanted stool which provided support from the lower to the upper back. Her neck was shackled in another metal cuff which extended from a rod right below here head. Most of the bondage was symmetric and he was checking out how her hands were tied, when Tim interrupted his thoughts.
"I apologies for the hands, I did not know where to tie them up to be honest," said Tim with a look of disappointment on his face.
