"This is kind of deranged," he sighed as he watched his girlfriend fasten the final restraint. His hands were both cuffed above his head, to his right and left. His ankles were in the same position. Pressed up against a wall. He had affectionately termed it their 'Wall of Chains', and blushed whenever he mentioned it jokingly. Their friends all thought it was a bizarre joke; only Joel knew that the couple really did have a strange S&M sanctuary in their guest bedroom. Probably why they never had guests, right?
"I feel like a retard," he confessed, staring down his chest to his exposed body. "I look like a retard."
Trinity shook her head and eyed her boyfriend wantonly. "You look absolutely delicious, baby."
He shook his head. "Nuh uh."
"Well, I think you look edible," Trinity smirked as she leaned forward and grabbed a long, black object. He cringed as he stared down at her breasts, so visible and full in her tight red corset. He had bought her the corset for Christmas last year, she had bought him the whip. He supposed that both had been the perfect gift....for himself. Everytime she wore the corset, his body instantaneously reacted.
"Why do I have to wear this stupid hat?" he questioned, eyeing Trinity as she slowly advanced toward him, slapping the whip across her palm. "I look like a real dumbass, Trin. Chained to a wall naked."
"With a fedora," Trinity pointed out, reaching up and running her fingers across the brim of his black hat.
He nodded.
"It's a fantasy of mine, my pet," Trinity grinned, licking her lips and running the whip teasingly over his body. She started at his right shoulder, snaking it slowly down across his right nipple, then toward the middle of his chest, over his belly button. Down his stomach, she paused her movements just above his growing erection. "You are so beautiful."
"Am not," he sighed, licking his own lips. "I'm a fat ass."
"You are not," Trinity admonished and then pulled the whip back and slapped him. Across the chest. Good and hard. He winced. "Behave."
He nodded.
"Now," Trinity grinned as she continued to pace back and forth, slapping the whip suggestively into her palm. "What should I do to you? Hmm."
He stared at the restraints on his arms. "I don't know but I know I can't do much to you!"
Trinity smirked cruelly. "Indeed, my pet. Indeed."
"I've been meaning to ask you something," he grinned crookedly.
"Yes?"
"Have you seen Thor or Raven?"
Trinity tried not to laugh. Her boyfriend was always joking, always. He didn't know when to stop. Case in point, here he was chained to a wall, completely naked save for the Fedora on his head, and he was still cracking jokes. Really bad jokes.
