Even I will admit this story is a little on the unusual side but it is 100% true. I have and will always consider myself a straight man. I think even to call myself bisexual is not entirely accurate. Being a natural and experienced dominant I was well accustomed to offering my services to women who I didn't find particularly attractive. I had never considered offering my services to a man until recently.
I moved in to room 205. It was tough moving. I have never lived on my own, never lived in an apartment. From childhood to college, I stayed at my big family home in Illinois. Moving to New York was a big step. My apartment was not too large yet comfortable.
The only friends that I made in a week were from work and all of them lived quite far away, so it was quite exciting when I saw the woman who lived across the hallway in apartment 204.
The Owner knew why he wanted those wrought iron bedposts in all luxurious exec suites in all of his hotels.
Those bedpost had many interesting functions. And he was utilizing one of those right now. He lay naked, wearing favorite collar, spread-eagled on his bed, shiny steel leg spreader holding his legs apart. Then he tied his legs to bed posts for good measure. And then he cuffed his arm with matching steel cuffs to the post above, wishing he could cuff both his hands.
The breaking of pool balls were echoing throughout the room. The clinking of glasses were shining as everyone was yelling, "Cheers!" Everyone was in a grand mood but the one that was the happiest was the one everyone called, "Meme". Although that was not her real name, she was the happiest, of the group. As everyone sat around her, they were smiling as she was the one who radiated grand times, joy, peace, and the one who would give the greatest memories.