Mysterious Bedroom Transformation and the Unveiling of a Seductive Playroom Setup
Alex stepped into the room first and Nadia followed closely behind, a nervous excitement coursing through her, eager yet scared to see what this mysterious part of the house contained. The room, apart from the soft glow reaching through the doorway, was submerged in darkness. There appeared to be no windows, and if there were, they were very firmly shut and very successfully blacked out. Nadia stepped forward to stand next to Alex and he reached back and closed the door. It locked with a click and they stood next to each other in total darkness, breathing softly.
Nadia's fingers reached out for Alex's hand involuntarily. On finding him he gave her hand a slight squeeze and let her go. Then he flicked a switch to his side and the light in the room grew, slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but then in the soft crimson light, Nadia could see the circular shape of the room, outlines of shapes within, furniture perhaps, items hanging from the walls, and the light continued to infuse the room with an eroticism Nadia could almost taste. She looked at Alex, who was smiling, arms outstretched, surveying all before him. He turned to look at her.
"Welcome to our room Nadia. Not our bedroom, not our bathroom, not our kitchen, not our playroom or painroom or fuckroom. Just...our room. Do you like it?"
Nadia was speechless. For the first time now she could see clearly what the room held. Benches with all sorts of possibilities; straps, buckles and screws, a set of stocks, a couple of poles with dildos on THE END
Nadia's fingers reached out for Alex's hand involuntarily. On finding him he gave her hand a slight squeeze and let her go. Then he flicked a switch to his side and the light in the room grew, slowly, almost imperceptibly at first, but then in the soft crimson light, Nadia could see the circular shape of the room, outlines of shapes within, furniture perhaps, items hanging from the walls, and the light continued to infuse the room with an eroticism Nadia could almost taste. She looked at Alex, who was smiling, arms outstretched, surveying all before him. He turned to look at her.
"Welcome to our room Nadia. Not our bedroom, not our bathroom, not our kitchen, not our playroom or painroom or fuckroom. Just...our room. Do you like it?"
Nadia was speechless. For the first time now she could see clearly what the room held. Benches with all sorts of possibilities; straps, buckles and screws, a set of stocks, a couple of poles with dildos on THE END
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