He wanted me to tie him up, which I refused -so we settled for my explaining a simple approach to "WHAT I WOULD DO?"
Well I have a small circular table in my entrance way that rotates. I always have a decoration piece on it, but also drop the mail and my keys there. I like it; so I have its mate downstairs. While it looks very close it is vastly different and very sturdy. It is 30" across and has a small electric motor attached to rotate between once in 15 minutes to a max speed of 1RPM. It has a pipe across the diameter (under the table) that protrudes another foot on each side and an insert that can locked in place that adds another 2 feet. (Almost 9' from tip to tip.) The room is only 11' on the short side so there is not much clearance. I'll tell you more about the lighting later.
To my friend Allen I only mentioned the upstairs table as he has never seen the basement. Here is what I told Allen.
"My friend, to tie you I would strip you, and then buckle four leather D-Ring collars to each ankle and wrists. I would connect right wrist to right ankle with a small 9" chain and do the same the same for the left. I would blindfold you and spin you around a few times to loose your orientation and then I would place you on your stomach on the little round table. Afterwards I will pull your left extremities and your right extremities outward until you were firmly in place and balanced. You would be unable to move, your full weight on just your chest and stomach, and unable to see. There I would watch you rotate for as long as my heart desires.
"The rest you can leave to your imagination as my story ends here, my dear Allen"
The truth of what I would really like to do to you on that table, makes this just the beginning.
"But that's another Story" plagiarized from Conan
Allen asked my if I would please do just that. Since we have practiced a little bondage over the years, I was really tempted; but he has become so attractive that I could not trust myself. Observing how uncomfortable (and swollen) his groin was, I was tempted even more, but I alas, I only replied, that I would need his mother's permission. He walked off dejected; adjusting his groin; and just a hint that he might brooch the subject with his mother.
I did not sleep well that night.
