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.