Her curiosity getting the better of her, Misty unlocks the door and enters the dark room. Fumbling along the door jamb, she finally finds the light switch.
Gasping, her eyes widen as tries to absorb everything in the room at once. On her right were 15 to 20 soft chairs in three rows, the 2nd and 3rd rows were raised as if they were in an auditorium, to give clear view over the people sitting in front. The rest of the room held many pieces of equipment, some of which she had no clue as to their use. The ones she did recognize made her gasp and wonder if she should have refrained from opening the door. Obviously this room was similar to what she had always envisioned as a dungeon or torture room in the medieval days.
A 6 or 8' wooden cross drew her attention. Approaching it, she looked at it closely. The ankle and wrist restraints were adjustable, as if to fit various heights or body types. The pedestal their feet would rest on was even adjustable for different heights.
Next to the cross was something similar to a mechanical bull, only smaller. Examining closely, she gasps as she notices a cock shaped dildo standing upright where someone would sit. The stirrups looked normal at first, but then she noticed that they also had ankle restraints, so that anyone sitting it it, could be strapped in helplessly.
OMG, she thought, this is some type of sex room! They must have wheeled these things in front of the seats, then teased and tortured while others watched! Surprised at herself, she feels a tingling between her legs, and she feels her nipples harden. Shaking herself to clear her mind, she wanders around the room viewing everything, but her eyes always return to the saddle.
Hesitating, torn between viewing the saddle more and getting the hell out of there, she finally turns and heads toward the saddle thing. Calming down a bit, she notices the framework in back is moveable. Turning a T handle, the pipe moves freely and swings adjustable arm restraints above the seat. Tucked underneath is the drop cord. Barely breathing, scared and excited all the same time, she plugs the machine in, then glances quickly at it. Nothing happens. Frowning, she looks it over some more, finding the on/off switch and several dials.
Finger on the switch, she glances around, as if to make sure no one is watching, then flips the switch on. Except for the quiet humming of the motors, nothing happens again! Misty begins turning the dials, discovering the hundreds of different motions it can make. One dial causes the dildo to pump up and down, the more you turn it the faster and further it goes. Others cause it to vibrate and shake differently, still others raise and lower the stirrups and wrist restraints.
Amazingly turned on, her body on fire with lust, Misty quickly unplugs the machine, shuts off the lights, locks the door and returns the key to its book.
Trying to erase the vision of what she had just seen from her mind, Misty flips through the channels on the TV to find something else to concentrate on. It seemed like it was all re runs or nothing she was interested in. Then, of all the luck, she hit on a channel with Cowboys riding bucking bulls. In spite of herself, she fantasizes about riding the bull, shoving a dildo deep within her with each jump. Moaning with frustration, she strips off her clothes and takes a cold shower to see if that would help. Thankfully, the shocking cold helps clear her mind and helps erase the fire in her belly.
After drying and dressing, she begins to prepare supper, as Bob will be home soon from golfing with his buddies.
During the meal, Misty is still distracted, struggling to keep her mind off her discovery, and wondering how she could be so repulsed and attracted at the same time.
Startled, she realizes Bob has been talking to her and was waiting for an answer to a question.
“I am sorry hon. It has been a weird day. You have my undivided attention now!” Misty says apologetically.
“I was just asking why you were so lost in thought and wondering if you needed to talk about something.”
“No, no. It is just that an old school mate called and is having trouble with her husband.” Misty replies, hating herself for lying to her husband for the first time, knowing she couldn't tell him about sneaking into the basement.
Still puzzled, Bob hesitates, then asks “The boys want to play golf again tomorrow, do you mind?”
Smiling, Misty quickly agrees, trying to make up for things. “No hon, that will be fine, I need to do some shopping and cleaning anyway.”
That night, she tosses and turns, still unable to get the vision of the saddle out of her mind. A couple of times she touched herself, then quickly removes her hand, afraid she would orgasm and wake Bob. |