The Room

One Friday night I went to a bar. It was packed. Only one seat remained at the bar. I sat down and ordered a drink. I sat beside a couple - husband and wife from the looks of it. We got talking. They were out celebrating 15 years of marriage. I bought them a drink to congratulate them. We hit it off. Exchanged phone numbers. Conversation flowed until last call. Instead of ordering a last drink, the woman placed her hand on my thigh and asked me if I would like to join them for a night cap in their hotel room just down the street. I was a bit surprised by this and turned to look at her husband. He smiled at me and said yes, join us for a drink. So we finished our drinks and left the bar. Their hotel was within walking distance from the bar. Once inside their room the woman took of her sandals. She set her purse by the TV and turned toward me. Her husband put some music on and got us all cold beers. All three of us had a good buzz going. The husband sat in the single chair that was in

Despite it making breathing harder, the gasmask was welcome -- the room was choked with dust, every surface covered in at least half an inch of the stuff! Hannah could feel it clinging to the few parts of her skin that were exposed -- on her legs, and a strip between her sleeves and the mittens. She couldn't even tell what this chamber was -- maybe a guestroom, or a bedroom for a favored servant? There was a bed, securely bolted to the floor, and a small basin, one corner holding a little wardrobe, which she hadn't yet dared open. There was an window, currently open and giving her somewhere to shovel the dust, although the bars made it messier than it should have been, and, of course, the door to the outside was locked, until Miss Coerator returned. But her privates were currently unmolested, even if they were locked away. With the number of restraint devices around, a chance to turn the tables would surely come sooner or later! She turned her head as she roused up another cl

It was early morning when Jane awoke from her peaceful rest. As she turned over, she noticed that Dean was no longer beside her. It was rare he would wake before her on a Saturday. That's when she heard the sound of a light tap coming from another part of the house. *He's in that damned room again.* Jane thought to herself as she got out of bed. Disappointment filled her as she looked at herself in the mirror wearing only a collar. It wouldn't be long until she had to leave for the day, but he'd rather work on the room. As she began getting ready to leave the house for work, the occasional sound from the room pulled her thoughts towards the distaste she felt for it. Even when he was with her, the triple locks on the door stirred a jealousy inside of her whenever she walked past it. "Oh, you're already awake," Dean said as he opened the door to the bedroom. "I am," Jane replied as she picked her outfit she would wear. "I missed waking up nex