A Sex Shed

Now more than ever I want to get back to the shed and see why a girl wouldn’t like going there. I noticed that the sun was pretty well down,just a reddish sliver on the horizon, so I went to my room and got a small flashlight and started back down. I was just about to pass the living room when I heard the theme of “Wheel Of Fortune” playing.

Great Mom and dad would be avidly watching and trying to solve the puzzles. I went to the back door, once again about to go out when Roger’s hand struck my ass. I jumped thinking that mom or dad could hear the smack of his palm on my ass. I turned to Roger and glared at him.

Then I went through the door and immediately upon Roger emerging behind me turned and slapped his left side of his face.

“What? You have an ass that just begs to be slapped!” Which earned him the following “And so doesn’t the left side of your face!”

Neither of us said anything the rest of the way to the shed. Once there, I moved the lock dial until the combination was dialed in. As the hasp came out of the body I felt a growing excitement in my stomach. I gently undid the lock and opened the door just enough to see inside. The sun and my flashlight which I turned on revealed to me a shape that resembled a stock in the middle of the shed. On all four walls, wherever I looked were BDSM sexual aids, Whips, horse whips, handcuffs and things that I had no idea what they were used for.

Roger noticing this started to educate me. “So the funny sticks with what looks like feathers are called “French Ticklers” and on the left side of the door are various lubes for all kinds of things, including a can of three-in-one oil in case the hinges of the stock need oiling!”

The expression on my face must have asked for me!

“There used to be a couple next door who got dad and mom into the BDSM scene and well mom and dad didn’t like to think that they always had to go over there, so dad outfitted the shed into their own dungeon complete with everything needed for their enjoyment.”

I just stood inside looking at Roger, who continued his explanation. “Don’t even think that either mom, dad or the Strykers ever encourage me to come on down!” Then Roger caught me way off guard and shocked me. “I came down one day after finding the videotape of one session they had one Independence Day!”

Roger kept going, “I still remember the afternoon my then girlfriend, Vicki put me in the stock and whipped my ass before pegging me with a dildo she found in a box under the shelf that holds the lubes!” Then , “Don’t suppose you care to try anything while we are here?”

Then from behind us outside of the shed.

“What makes you think either of you have an option?”