Megan knew who was at the door before she even opened it. Teresa. It was always Teresa who arrived first, as not to be outdone by the others. She was an older woman in her early 50s. Her husband had left her plenty of money before he died and she had used that money to take good care of herself. Looking at her on the street one would think she was not a year past 40. But her face was starting to show the telltale signs of wrinkles. But just barely. Teresa was a woman with an air of authority about her. She came off a bit snobbish, but people still went out of their way to make a good impression when she was in the room.
Megan invited her in and showed her to the living room. As Megan was returning with a glass of wine the doorbell rang again. She handed the wine to Teresa and went to answer the door.
This time it was Kelly and her daughter Carrie. "I hope you don't mind." Kelly said. "Carrie's date cancelled on her and I told her she could come with me tonight. I told her you wouldn't mind at all."
"Of course I don't mind. Boys are such pigs sometimes." Megan said. "But why a young woman like you would want to hang around a bunch of old women like us, I don't know."
"Mrs. Adams you are a not bunch of old ladies. And I am not just saying that because my mother is standing here. You can't be more than 25." Carrie said smiling at her mother.
"That might be, but we are all still older than you." Megan told her with a smile on her face. She showed them into the living room where they sat down and started talking to Teresa. Megan made her way back to the kitchen to get more wine. After thinking it over she brought in two glasses of wine and sat one down in front of Carrie. "Kelly I know Carrie isn't old enough to drink so if you won't allow her to have the wine you can have her glass."
"A little wine never hurt anybody. In fact a little wine does the body good as well as the mind." Kelly said laughing handing the 2
nd
glass to her daughter.
Katrina and Ashley were the next to arrive. Katrina was a big woman but she was not fat. She carried her weight well on her frame and her body was proportionate. She was a standoffish woman who seemed to be a downright bitch if you didn't know. But when she warmed up to you she was as friendly as can be. Ashley was the only one younger than Megan in the book club. She is new in town and works with Katrina. She had joined the book club a few months ago as a way to meet new people.
Although Pam lived next door she was the last to arrive. Her husband had left her a few weeks ago and moved in with a younger woman leaving Pam to raise their two teenage boys alone. She was a short frumpy woman but filled out her jeans very well. Megan looked at her a few times and thought Pam must be on the divorcee diet because it looks like she has lost 15 to 20 pounds. Pam had not been fat, but the loss of the weight had made her more desirable.
Randy could hear the footsteps on the floor above him. He could hear the muffled conversations and the occasional burst of laughter. Despite his situation Randy's erection would not dissipate. Well as much of an erection as he could have with the cage on that is. His penis was pressing so hard against the confinement of the cage that he was afraid it would burst right open like Dr. Bannon's shirt when he turned into the Incredible Hulk. Occasionally he would hear footsteps in the the kitchen and a muffled conversation taking place in there as the women refilled their wine glasses. He prayed to god that no one would take it upon themselves to descend the stairs into the basement. He would never be able to look these people in the face again.
Why would Megan do this to him? Why would she tie him up in the basement and leave him here all night while her and her friends gossip above his head. He knew why, because she liked humiliating him. She likes to dominate him, that was obvious, but he figured this kind of humiliation brought it to the next level for her. Another question that kept nagging at his brain was why his erection would not go down. Why did he feel so sexually charged that the mere touch of his penis would send him over the edge? The obvious answer was that he liked being treated like this. But that couldn't be, could it? Did he secretly like these games? Maybe, maybe not, but he and Megan were going to have a long talk after this ordeal was over.
To pass the time Randy started watching the football game that Megan was nice enough to turn on before she disappeared up the stairs. The TV was on the wall to his left. He couldn't face the TV because his head was tied to the post, but if he turned his eyes he could get most of what was happening. By the end of the first quarter his team was up by 10 points and he had forgot about the conversations going on above his head. And to his relief his penis begin to shrink.
"So Pam are you adjusting well?" Megan asked as they were walking into the kitchen to get another bottle of wine.
