Surprise [mf][bdsm]

Together we walked down to the basement where I had been preparing my surprise.

We had been down here together before, of course. We worked together to design the general aesthetic of the sex dungeon I had built, and it was already pretty good as far as sex dungeons went. It had concrete floors and a ceiling of exposed beams supporting the floor above, a bank of lockers on one side, a shower area separated by a low wall on the other, and a simple table with a bench in the center. We’d already had a little fun down here with that bench and table, just to break it in, but tonight was going to be different. For weeks I had been building down here and now you were going to see the culmination of my secretive efforts.

It was dimly lit. Mostly dark with one bright light in the center, illuminating the table. The ceiling now had a steel beam spanning it and mounted on that beam was a heavy duty yellow hoist with a single chain hanging from it’s center and a long loop of chain hanging from one side. Attached to the single chain was a rig of pulleys on a stout yellow frame with four chains hanging from it. The whole setup was hanging next to the table which was piled with a set of leather harnesses. You stepped up to the table and began to inspect the supple brown leather. Already your heart was beating fast.

Return to NYC [mf][sex][erotic coupling]

I stepped into the back patio area looking for only one person, and there you were.

Alisha told me there was a chance you might be here, and it was honestly the only reason I came. I only had a week in town and I would have just as soon spent my night drinking on my old rooftop with friends I haven’t seen in too long. But I couldn’t pass up the chance to see you, even if it was just a chance.

The crowd was not yet dense, but definitely starting to thicken. I had come late and the party was in full swing. Nonetheless I spotted you almost instantly from the steps leading down to the bricked patio. I recognized you clearly standing by the back fence in your little black dress, even though you had your back turned to me. I worked my way through the tangled mass of celebrating bodies, the energy of the crowd heightening the anticipation of seeing you after so many years. Finally, I found myself standing behind you.

“Miss Megan Mahler,” I called out. You spun around to look and I watched as your expression changed from confusion to realization to excitement.