Sam is my favorite character to write. No one, including me, really ever knows what Sam is going to get into next. She does her own thing in a lot of ways. She writes her own story through me and I become just the note taker. This is a short scene from the next book in the series, which I can guarantee you is going to be far better than any erotica story I have written thus far.
She led Sam up the stairs, to the right and down a long hallway. At the end of the hall there was a door to the left. Estelle pushed the door open and they entered.
Sam looked from left to right. There was a bondage sling hanging from the middle of the room. There was a table with various toys laying on it. Right away Sam spotted a strap-on with a huge dildo attachment. There also were handcuffs, rope, a cat of nine tails, at least three different vibrators and dildos, anal plugs, nipple clamps, a blindfold and more. It looked like a table set-up in an operation room for a surgery. ‘Some kind of surgery,’ Sam thought to herself.
Estelle looked giddy as she walked into the room and began pointing out things to Sam. “Would you liked for me to get in the sling so you can fuck me with all those things on the table? Hmmmm?”
“Yes, I believe I would,” Sam was intensely interested in everything she saw around her right now. She felt like she’d just been introduced to another dimension and things had just moved up a notch in her world. She thought that places like this only existed in freaky sex novels and in porn flicks. Yet, here it was right in front of her.
“I’d like to step out and change into something a little more fitting. Will you be okay to wait here for me?” Estelle was smiling like the cat who ate the canary.
“Sure, I’ll be right here,” Sam reached out and squeezed Estelle’s left ass cheek with her hand as she said it.
Estelle smiled and turned to walk from the room, swaying her hips from side to side as she strode. Sam was certain that Estelle was shaking her ass on purpose. It worked.
Sam plopped on the huge bed that was in the room. It was bigger than a California king, she was certain. It must have been a custom bed. The headboard was made of solid walnut and there were iron rings mounted on the headboard for restraints. She immediately thought of Estelle laying there in cuffs, at her mercy. She smiled and licked her lips.
Then she noticed that there were also restraints on the wall! This place was insane and off the chain!
She stood and walked over the sling and gave it a little push. It swung from a large bolt in the ceiling. No doubt that it had been professionally installed. ‘I wonder who exactly you call to install one of these?’ Sam really couldn’t help but wonder.
Strolling around the room, she stopped at the toy table. There was lube laying there next to the monster cock. That made her giggle. The strap-on was made of leather. Aslan. The best.
Sam heard footsteps coming down the hall just then and she loosened her tie and took a gulp. She was almost nervous all over again. The door knob turned and Estelle walked in. Sam sucked her breath in and her eyeballs almost popped out of her eyes. Her eyes went all the way to the floor and made their way back up. Estelle was wearing a Snow White outfit. It was complete with corset and breasts pushed up like they were going to explode out the top. She smiled a little sheepishly and said, “I like role play games. Would you like to be my Prince Charming tonight?”
Sam just nodded. This was so completely beyond anything that she had ever done that she wasn’t sure what to say or do. All she knew was that she couldn’t take her eyes off Estelle’s breasts at the moment. It was all she could do not to walk over and bury her face in the cleavage. Estelle just stood there leaning against the door. She was grinning that grin again. She spoke in a sultry voice, “In that door behind you to the right is the bathroom. Your costume is in there. I’m quite sure that it will fit.”
Sam cocked her head to one side and responded, “D-did you say my … costume?”