Gantungan Tas Di Kamar 소설 & 이야기

It begged the question, dungeon? “Exactly like a book I read,” I said. “Not exactly, I hope.” How far is he willing to go? Behind the bed, a tall narrow cage had a deadbolt attached to the door. In one corner, an elaborate X-rack stood vacant—expectant—with straps and belts for tying someone down. A swinging apparatus hung near tall dressers with many narrow drawers. Instruments of pleasure and pain—whips, ropes, paddles—hung on the walls in strategic locations all around the room. Many tools were unfamiliar.

Leather couches, a queen sized bed with a crimson duvet on it and cuffs dangling from the iron frame. My mouth dry, my gaze jumped from one wall to another next, and my stomach clenched at the sight of paddles, whips, handcuffs and ropes and what not dangling from the hooks on the wall. There was a chest on which more cuffs, ball gags, clamps, dildos and plugs, and other different toys were laid out in all the sizes as if on display.

“The place has two bedrooms, so no need to share each other’s personal space.” “Good.” CASSIE took the keys GERRI offered and headed for the door. “Thank you for letting us use that place tonight. I’m going to lie down.” “TALLY left some old clothes in there in case you are interested. They’re all clean. I don’t normally use the place unless I need to. Feel free to use anything there to make yourself comfortable.” She nodded and walked out of the room. GERRI turned to face TALEN. Her eyes were bright with her wolf. “What did you do to her?”

As they neared, Talen activated the fairly lights so that the room, and its many sordid toys, flashed and flickered in shades of red and green - as did the two men already on the bed. Cameron wore a body harness similar to her own. It was on full display as he knelt on the end of the bed, his arms tied to the bedframe above his head, and a candy cane tied with ribbon as a gag. Talen, as a nod to the season, had used a red ribbon to tie a bow around Cameron’s cock. Tinsel had been draped around his neck like a feather boa.

Evans asks you these questions if she somehow finds out you were down here? You hasten your movements, gather the small bits of packaging, the uncountable packets of used condoms, and dust into a trash bag, then pause at the doorway. You take one more look at the room filled with carefully arranged sex objects and toys. Everything is ordered. Nothing looks neglected. The St. Andrew’s cross stands against the far wall like a silent piece of furniture. Restraints hang in neat rows. A padded bench sits in the center of the space, its surface smooth and dark.

The room was decorated in a red and white theme, and there were many delicate red roses placed inside. Handcuffs and black chains were on the bed instead of a duvet. The iron chains extended from the head to the foot of the bed. Just above the bed, a clean and shiny round mirror was fixed to the ceiling. My blood was beating with excitement. I thought the designer of the room must be a fan of bondage sex. The walls were not decorated with paintings, but with objects such as a black whip, a black headband and a pair of nylon ropes that could be used to attach something.

Nothing about the hotel, nothing about the spectacle of last night—just small, tangible pieces of thoughtfulness that made the aftermath feel personal. “I stacked your jewelry box on the dresser near the window,” Cam said, “so it catches the morning light. Your necklaces won’t tangle, and you can see them easily before you leave.” Val nodded, tracing her fingers along the rim of her glass. “Perfect. That’ll make things easier before I pack.”

Soren helped me carry the bags up to our room and he went back down to the living room afterwards. “What do I do with these?” I mumbled to myself as I was frantically trying to hide all the baby stuff. I gathered all the baby stuff I bought and went down to one of the guest rooms and shoved it in one of the closets. I went back upstairs and opened the boxes of cameras. How am I going to put these up without anyone knowing? I decided to put one inside the wall clock in the kitchen, one on the fireplace in the living room, one by the front door, one in the garage, one by the balcony and the rest will be places where people usually pass by.

Narrowing in on the canopy of the bed, there were restraints and hooks on every side, allowing me to imagine the hundreds of scenes one could carry out with just the bed alone. To the right of the bed, stood a table with a metal ring hook at one end that protruded upward, causing me to assume that once again, it hadn't been a table meant for dining at. My eyes then scanned over the thin, steel-encased racks that had been precisely placed throughout the room. Filled with similar commodities as the museum's, I was tempted to walk over and touch them but decided against it as I knew my impatience would only spite me. Instead, I appreciated all of the whips,

"I should have brought my scarves." Galen set the wine and a pair of goblets down on the nightstand. The corner of his mouth quirked into a grin. "I don't have scarves but I do have some old ties. Oh - and a pair of handcuffs if you're interested." She put her backpack and purse on a chair near the window and dropped her shoes underneath it. "Handcuffs?"