It was an early Saturday morning, when Master finally used the ring in the ceiling. I had been staring at it each night in bed with a delicious curiosity about it. One time, while he was in the other room I was even brave enough to reach up on my tiptoes on the bed and touch it. I remember, it felt cool and strong beneath my touch. I was immediately fascinated. Anyways, that morning after seeing that the kids all had their juice and the cartoons were tuned in - Master grabbed my hand and gently told the kids that "mommy and daddy were gonna go lay down". He squeezed my hand as he said that, and I remember thinking that he might want to turn up the tv so the kids don't hear mom squeal with delight in a few moments. (giggle) Deftly he guided me up the stairs as I made a fake protest against it. (I like to fight sometimes - it adds an exciting thrill to the sex!)
Once we were safe and securely locked inside our room, Master quickly handcuffed me to the iron rail of our bed. The feel of the iron against my skin was incredibly sensual. I could feel my nipples becoming erect and a new wetness developing beneath my panty.
