Their secret enjoyment of bondage

“Follow me, girls,” my Uncle Nathan says and starts to walk outside, towards where the pool is located. Roxanne is the first to follow and I tag along after her. My uncle passes the pool and leads the two of us to the pool house, a semi-circular building sitting a bit raised at the end of the pool. Through the main doors is a guest house set-up: a king-sized bed sitting in the center, a locked bar and cooler to the right side, a full bathroom in the left corner and in the right corner, a door leading to a walk-in closet. It is to the closet door where my uncle leads us two.

He opens the door and reveals an empty walk-in closet. He bends down and reveals a hidden latch in the floor of the closet and lifts it, revealing a set of steps that leads down below the room. He gestures us to go in first, to which Roxanne reluctantly steps down to descend. I follow in after her.

My uncle follows closely. At the bottom, we are met with a rather humid climate. It's so humid, almost immediately my clothes are already sticking to my skin. In the dim lighting, my uncle guides us through a stone hallway it seems that it wraps around a larger circular stone room. My uncle momentarily leaves our side to activate more lights. There is an audible buzz that is heard as incandescent light bulbs illuminate the room in a warm light, revealing several apparatuses in the room. The light casts a sinister glow upon my uncle.

I observe the apparatuses. Most are made of wood, with metal adornments. If I didn't know any better, they could have been art pieces, but as they are set in this dungeon-like room, I realize these pieces of unique furniture hold a more sexual purpose. We aren't given much time to stand idle as my uncle rather quickly grasps the nape of my cousin. She freezes towards the move. “Relax Roxanne or you'll hurt yourself,” my uncle says in a breathy tone into her ear. I notice a bundle of rope in his hand and with some degree of ****, takes her arms and proceeds to bind them together.

Almost immediately as she feels the rope against the skin of her wrists, Roxanne resists and puts her hands up. “I don't think I can do this,” she says, shakily.

“No rope?” my uncle asks.

“No rope,” she confirms.

“Let's just try this here,” he says and guides her to a piece of furniture somewhat hidden due to the material it's made of. It's the only one that is not made of wood, its construction made of a sturdy steel. She is guided to place her stomach on a raised platform. Her arms and legs naturally fall onto four lower planks. “Again, relax.” Roxanne relaxes as my uncle takes straps and wraps them around her forearms and her lower legs. The straps are thick and stretchy and are long enough that they could wrap around her arms and legs as well as the pieces they are connected to multiple times. The straps are not made of leather, so it's not a belt-type of restraint. They are more like bandages, but has an adhesion that does away with use of Velcro or ties. Once the two connected straps are wrapped around their respective limb, Roxanne could try to pull her arm or leg away, but find it is securely tied to the piece. Once all extremities are secured, she is virtually immobile. My uncle does the finishing touches to her position, securing two larger straps around her torso, connecting her to the pad she is laying upon. The only range of motion she has is with her head. “Now Roxanne. How do you feel?”

“This feels weird,” she says.

“It might feel awkward at first, but as you get used to it, you might start to like it,” my uncle explains. He turns his attention to me and he reaches for the hair that seems to frame my face. He tucks the locks behind my ear and addresses me. “Charlene, I'm impressed. Even as I was strapping Roxanne to the bench, you've been standing here waiting patiently. You seem to be sweating in your outfit. May I have you strip, just down to your underwear?”

I have an uneasy expression on my face, but I follow his request and promptly undress, finding some difficulty since I've been sweating a bit, the moisture between my skin and the inside lining of my garments acting like an adhesive. I take about five minutes to completely remove all of my outer clothes, leaving me in my bra and panties. My clothes are in an untidy pile at my feet and when I realize that I have done this, I try to bend down to properly fold them. But my uncle grasps my arm and guides me to the center of the room.

“Charlene, since you've had more time to observe the room, I will let you pick which one you will occupy,” my uncle says.