I was killing an otherwise boring afternoon playing Texas Hold'em over a few beers with my good buddy Mel.
"Hey, Mel," I said suddenly. "Where's Erin? She's usually kneeling at your feet when you're doing something like this." Erin is Mel's sub, and she seldom misses a chance to let Mel dominate her, especially in public.
Mel took a sip of his beer and replied, "Oh, we're planning a scene later tonight and she's downstairs getting ready."
I wondered what "getting ready" meant in this context. Hair and makeup? Fetish gear? Douche and enema?
Mel obviously saw the puzzled look on my face. He laid his cards face down and said, "Come on, I'll show you."
We went downstairs to Mel's finished basement. He opened what appeared to be a walk-in closet, and there was Erin. She was facing away from us, stark naked, bent over a waist-high padded bench with her wrists cuffed to the legs on the far side and her ankles to the legs on the near side, forcing her legs far apart and displaying her bare pussy and puckered brown asshole. She raised her head and shook the blonde hair out of her face to look at us over her shoulder, letting me see that she had a wide leather panel gag over her mouth. Judging by the way the skin puffed out around the edges, it was insanely tight.
Erin thrashed against her restraints and made a loud, frustrated-sounding "MMMMPPPHHH!" behind the gag. "I find that she's much more into our scenes if I leave her tied up for an hour or two beforehand. It gives her libido lots of time to come to a good, rolling boil." Mel reached between Erin's spread legs and ran a finger between her pussy lips, already pulled slightly apart by her position. He brought his finger to his nose, savouring the musky scent of female arousal.
"Ah, I think she's perking nicely now." He looked at me and said, "Want to take her for a test drive?"
