Chapter 16
OUR VERY OWN MINI DUNGEON
(Author's note: This and the other chapters in this story will be best enjoyed and understood if they are put in the context of the other chapters.)
As soon as Len and Leila left, we cleaned up what little mess we had all made. It didn't take long, since the pizza was all eaten, the plates were paper, and the cups were plastic. I went into the living room and examined the new bondage/spanking bench that Len had made and given to us. Suzie joined me and looked it over.
"It's pretty clever, actually," I said. "Len designed it well. See, here, Suzie? These bolts can be put in any of these holes to raise the top up or down to suit the height of whoever's bending over it. And look at all these eye bolts. They're to attach arms and legs to. No end to the number of positions possible."
Suzie asked, "What's this for?" She pointed to the crossbar which was near the floor, directly under the upper, padded bench part. There was an eye bolt in the center and a cleat on one side, like you would use on a boat to secure the ropes. A cord was wrapped around the cleat and had a snap hook tied to the loose end.
"I don't know," Tom answered.
"I can think of one use for it," Suzie said.
"What's that?"
"Well, suppose it was Len, or you, bending over the bench. Remember that leather strap thing Len wore at their house? With the little ring attached to it?"
"Yeh. I remember. I think they called it a ball separator or something like that."
"Well, see this cord? If I attached the hook to the ball separator thingy and ran the cord down, through the eye bolt and pulled it real tight. You get the drift? Then wrap the cord around the cleat to hold it in place. I don't think you'd be moving much even if you weren't tied down."
"I'll bet you're right. That had to be Leila's idea. I didn't notice at their house, but I bet there was one on their bench, too. Now, I want to go upstairs and look at what else Len did. Give me ten minutes or so before you come up, will you, Babe? I want to get things ready and surprise you."
"A good surprise, I hope."
"I think you'll like it," I said as I started up the stairs. I got half way upstairs when I remembered I was going to need pliers. So, back down I went, this time to the garage where I kept my tools above my workbench. Then back up I went. I found the bag from Ace Hardware that Len had set inside the closet of Suzie's and my bedroom. I pulled out the length of chain that we had bought earlier in the day.
With the two pair of pliers I was able to twist the links of the chain and separate it into four sections, just as Len had instructed me. I moved the slipper chair from the corner of the bedroom and, standing on the small step ladder that we keep in the closet so Suzie can reach the top shelves, I attached chains to the two eye bolts near the ceiling, using the snap hooks we also had bought at the hardware store. I attached the other two sections of chain to the eye bolts near the floor, directly under the upper ones. Just seeing the chains there was making me hard.
"Suzie!" I yelled. "Come on up."
I turned out some of the lights and sat on the edge of the bed. Suzie walked into the room slowly, leery of what she would find. When she spotted the chains hanging from the ceiling she stopped and stared.
"What is this?" she exclaimed.
"Just what it look like, Hon. You want to be tied up? What better way than with chains? Just thinking of you hanging from those chains is getting me so turned on you wouldn't believe."
"I'm getting turned on too. I remember seeing Julie like that. But what are you going to do to me, Tom? I'm not Julie, you know."
"Oh, I know. And I'm not Bob. Never was and never will be. But I also know what you like and we'll just play it by ear. Now, no more talk! Get out of those clothes. All of them. Right now!"
