Novelas y relatos de Gantungan Tas Di Kamar

He shut the door behind us, locking it and hooking the key onto a small latch next to the door. He smiled and nodded behind me. "What do you think?" For some reason, he looked a little nervous. Turning, I stopped dead in my tracks at the room's contents. It was pretty big, probably twice the size of my dorm back home. There was so much to look at that I didn't even know where to start. On the walls were two racks; one had different kinds of whips and floggers hooking onto it, and the other one had straps hanging freely. Turning my head, I spotted on the opposite side some kind of mechanism that looked like it was attached to the ceiling. A swing, maybe?

I followed him out the door and leaned against the wall. As soon as he was out of sight, I rushed into my old suite and grimaced. There was a huge four-poster bed in the middle of the room. But the place had all sorts of bondage gear scattered around. Whips, chains, handcuffs, and tons of leather stuff all over the place. “Get what you need and get out,” Zola reminded me. I rushed to the wall where the loose skirting board was. I pulled it from the wall to reveal the hiding place of my necklace.

“We should probably change. We’ll need to head down in twenty minutes.” Marcus stands and heads over to three suits on hangers hooked over the backs of three dining chairs. I did not notice them before. Clearly, they came prepared to dress here. He grabs his hanger and moves to the staircase, hanging it from one of the spiral banisters before starting to remove his shorts and T-shirt. Then he pulls on his shirt and trousers. Jasper and Aiden move around the room to do the same. “Any idea which of the rooms your mum would have put me in?” I ask Tobias, standing from the couch as he does.

I gasped when I saw two beds in separate areas, a total of three areas, each with a slightly different theme. The one closest to where I was frozen in place, had a large wardrobe, a deep mahogany rack on one wall, with different paddles and whips on it. In the center of the three spaces chains hung from the ceiling with leather wrist cuffs at the ends of them. Sex toys, bondage equipment, a wooden table with handcuffs, and a swing filled each of the spaces. Damen stood in the space in front of me, his eyes filled with lust.

I pretend to sleep and he pretends to not see me pretending. I must fall asleep for real because I blink and then find myself waking to the smell of bacon and black coffee. I roll over and stare up at the ceiling. That’s when I noticed that my panties, the pink lace thong that I wore that very first night, were still hanging from his ceiling fan. I feel my face growing red with embarrassment and wonder how many people have been in his room and saw those hanging there. His father? The maid? I don’t understand why he hasn’t taken them down yet, this weird sexual trophy dangling is just out of reach. It reminds me of those mobiles that parents hang above their kids to help them fall asleep. All

Earis “What in the hell did you do to your room?!” I screamed the moment he opened the door. A chandelier hung in the middle of the ceiling displaying red velvet lights. He had installed what looked like a swing with straps at one corner of the room. A pouch filled with various types of clips and clamps was on the table closest to the bed. “This is going to be fun,” Skylar grinned inside my head, wiggling her tails. He lowered me onto the bed and before I could move something clicked shut around my ankle.

"Jose, you don't feel sorry for your friend. You've thrown away all my sleeping pills, so this guy is going crazy." Denis got out of bed and moved into the bathroom. Not long after, he returned with a wet face. The man opened the closet, pulled a T-shirt, and put it on. He sat back down on the edge of the bed. Denis' eyes went to the right side of the circular object with various beads hanging around it, which he had deliberately attached to the wall just above the bed lamp.

The location, the design, everything pointed to that fact. I felt a little safer after nearly getting shot due to a window. I found my bags carefully laid close to a bed on the wall. The room was space as he said, a wardrobe but no television, a bathroom, and even a dressing mirror. I shut the door properly then locked it. Perfect. ****** After unpacking, I hid the phone in the midst of my clothes, a place where I could easily access it but no one could spot it. Thereafter, I took off my clothes for a refreshing bath then changed into comfy ones. I hated that I'd need to wear a bra every time due to the presence of two men in the house, there was nothing more uncomfortable.

When I opened it, I saw some hangers and additional towels, comforters, and robes. I didn't waste any more time and immediately used the hanger to hang up the clothes I had taken off, and since I couldn't find a clothesline even in the bathroom, I just hung them up in the cabinet. When I finished, I then lay down on the bed and after a while, I suddenly sneezed and before I could even look around the room to find a medicine kit, I heard the bathroom door open which made me close my eyes and pretend to be asleep while my heart was racing again.