Men In Pain

The arriving guests consisted of 4 women who entered the room and barely paid any attention to me. They talked and drank wine and ate hors'douvres off of my back. Occasionally someone would make some comment about me but generally the conversation was about the usual things women talk about. Finally the glass was removed and I was crawled over to the center of the room. From the ceiling a device was lowered electrically and stopped just above me. It consisted of a metal rod about 6 feet long, hung horizontally from a large chain. On the ends of the rod were 8 inch long chains with leather cuffs attached. As I knelt there my ankle cuffs were removed and these new ones were attached.

You walk in warily, not knowing quite what to expect. I say nothing,
just taking your hand and leading you through the doorway. After you
pass, I close the door behind you and throw the bolt.

You jump a bit as the spring latch slams home, and look back at me. I
only smile and wink.

You look around; you’ve never been in my bedroom before. You look at
the mess on the floor, look back at me, but I only shrug and smile.
You watch me light some of the oil lamps, your smile slowly growing on
your face.

I turn off the light and we are bathed in the soft, gentle glow of the
lamps.

Still standing, I walk over to you and gaze into your eyes.
Nonchalantly, almost flippantly, I take off my glasses and drop them
on the dresser. Easily, oh so easily, I put my arms around your
waist, and you put your arms around my neck.

Gently, hesitantly, we kiss.

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