“I know you may be hesitant with this, but you’re going to have to trust me. It might seem a bit strange, but just go with it, okay?”

I roll my eyes at the notion that he could surprise me. “Okay, Silver Fox.”

As we walk into the room, I realize I’ve been pulled into a deeply macabre-looking space. My eyes widen, and a lump forms in my throat.

We’re standing in the middle of some kind of torture chamber. The walls around us are completely covered in an array of devilish looking instruments. On the floor and lining the space are larger devices, some donned with blades, others metal gadgets, and one even seems to be wrapped in barbed wire.

My confidence seems to shatter inside of me.

What the fuck have I gotten myself into?

“Come over here, Perce,” he says, beckoning me further into the room.

Anton brings me to a chair that’s been set in the center of the room. It’s made of wrought iron but resembles a low, dining room chair with a red crushed velvet cushion and straps dangling wildly from it.

I don’t know what to expect from it or what it’s purpose was back in medieval times or whatever, but I know for sure that tonight it’ll be put to different use.

Despite my earlier confidence, I’m intimidated. I promised Anton a good time, but now that we’re here, I’m more than a little hesitant.

My thoughts are interrupted by Anton.

“Hold onto the back of the chair,” he says.

I shoot him a look but decide to comply anyway, gripping the top of the chair with my knuckles resting on it. Anton takes the straps on the front and pulls them around to the back, locking me to the strange piece of furniture.

Behind us is a huge depiction of someone succumbing to a stretching machine, which is unbelievably morbid.

I don’t know why, but I can’t turn my eyes away.

My hands are locked in place. He gives the straps a tug for good measure, and I feel the leather rub just slightly against my wrists. The sensation shoots a jolt of excitement through my body.

“Spread your legs, Percy. As far apart as you can get them,” Anton instructs.

I do as he asks, feeling a thrill of electricity shoot through me as he takes the leg straps and pulls them up, tying my lower half to the bottom of the chair.

As a result, my legs can’t come together at all. My ass is in the air, stuck out, forced because of the two restraints and the position he’s put me in.

I look behind me and see a grinning Anton, now wielding a torture instrument of some kind.

“Umm, whatcha got there, Silver Fox?”

He laughs and approaches me, a wand in his hand, covered in leather, with what looks like a thin mop head made of other wispy straps of solid black leather.

I watch him in the mirror as he takes the item and raises it so the tips are just grazing my spine.

He lowers it slightly, placing more of the material against my skin as it drags down my body. After a couple of rounds of running it along my back, he swishes the wisps against my ass cheeks, their tips tapping me lightly on the skin.

Instantly, my pussy tingles in excitement.

My goodness.

He whips the toy against me with a bit more force. The sting hits me first, but it instantly fades to a warm, lingering sensation.

I love it.

He smiles and gives me another good slap, just enough for me to want more before he steps back.

“Do you know what this is, Percy?”

“Not a clue, babe. What is it?”

“It’s a flogger. It’s meant to be grazed and whipped against your skin to give you a lot of small, stinging yet painless sensations at once. At one point in time, it had a torture-filled background, and I’m sure you can tell it would hurt if I wanted it to.”

I nod furiously.

Anton grazes my skin with the flogger one final time before walking away. Of course, always teasing me.

My cunt is throbbing. The sensation from this tool is reaching the peak that I whine for him to come back.

“Percy, tell me what you want,” Anton says as he walks back to me, his hand on my back, tracing my spine.

“I want you, Silver Fox,” I quickly admit.

His massive cock finds my cunt with no trouble; I’m dripping in anticipation. As he enters my pussy, I gasp in delight and grip into the wooden part of the chair hard, bracing myself for him.

As the head of his cock slides against my G-spot, a really deep, passionate sensation unlike anything else I’ve felt before takes over, my limbs all straining hard against all of the leather straps of this chair.

I moan from Anton’s thick cock filling my pussy completely. After a few good thrusts, I flex my hips reactively and feel Anton’s cock twitch inside of me.

His hands are all over me, groping every part of me they can before landing on my hips and gripping tight, shoving his cock as far as he can into me with each thrust.

I’m in absolute heaven. As we move together in perfect synchronization, it’s like the blood in my body rushes to my head. I feel weightless, like I’m on a higher cloud than I’ve ever been before.

I throw my head back, moaning and screaming with pleasure.

“Fuck, I’m coming!” I exclaim.

I ride the orgasmic wave that’s rushing over me. I feel limp and boneless as Anton gives me everything he’s got, shoving his throbbing cock in and out of me.

As my orgasm simmers down and the tingling fades, I feel Anton slow for a moment, his breathing growing heavier.

He grips my hips tight and pounds a few good hard pumps before finally exclaiming and moaning intensely, filling my pussy with his huge supply of cum.

There’s so much that it bursts out of me with incredible force, his cock still buried inside me. I linger on the feeling of the gushing cum, marveling at how he makes me erupt when he comes inside me.

Anton slows himself and pulls out of me. I take a deep breath and shake my arms and legs in the straps, hoping to get the point across that I want to be let out. He pulls the restraints loose.

I turn over and Anton comes around to my face. He stands over me as I sit in the chair, and he positions his cock in my mouth.

I stick my tongue out and taste his cock, sweet with the juices from my pussy, mixed with his amazing cum.

I marvel at the flavor and salivate immediately. I take his cock into my mouth and feel it grow nice and hard before letting it slide down my throat.

We become a beautiful, synchronized fucking machine again, with his cock thrusting in and out of my mouth.

I reach up and dig my nails into his back. I’m so overwhelmed with pleasure, I don’t know how much more I can handle. With each thrust, I feel Anton’s cock throb harder against and inside my throat.

He grunts and gyrates in a different rhythm for a few pumps before exploding into my mouth, coating my tongue completely with his cum. I swish it around in my mouth before happily swallowing every drop.

The intensity of the experience has me completely driven to the edge. I’m overwhelmed with my desire for him. I’m completely obsessed, though I have no idea how I managed to get here.

All I know is that somewhere between coming myself and sucking his cock, my hand has crept down to my pussy, and I’m flicking my clit to the taste of his cum after having been bound to a torture chamber chair.

My emotions are overpowering me with such a force of will. My mind goes gloriously blank, pleasure occupying the space where thought used to live. I close my eyes, throwing my head back in pure ecstasy.

My passion and my pleasure are in overdrive.

As my cunt throbs and my breathing steadies, I open my eyes, moaning loudly at Anton’s downturned face. He watches me raptly, a smile pulling at his lips.

Our eyes lock as I come, screaming out and drenching the floor of the torture museum.

As the orgasm ebbs, I stand up and lean into Anton, offering him the fingers that have just been on my pussy. He happily accepts them, licking them from base to tip.

Before today, I would never have thought to turn the historical torture museum of Amsterdam into our own little sex dungeon, but I’m not complaining that that’s what’s happened.

As I lower my digits, I kiss him, his spit and my own cum mixing in my mouth. As I lower my face to his chest, he pulls me hard against him.

I think we’ve hit our apex.

Nothing can possibly top this tonight.