Here’s what you couldn’t see in my less-than-clear cellphone pic. This is at the top of a curving staircase at the inn we stayed at.
At the top of the stairs. And yes, chains.
Saturday night we went to this amazing inn in a little town about 90 minutes from St. Louis, had dinner in a charming restaurant, lit candles in the totally sumptuous room…
And reset ourselves.
This is how our night started out. Ain't that bed grand?
He let me dress in a sweet, pretty dress (no hooker-wear) to dinner. But of course he had to attach a secret underneath.
The gentle sound of clinking chains was music to my ears during dinner, making me both acutely self-conscious, and acutely conscious of being his, and of doing something that turned him on and pleased him.
Peeing while chained is…an adventure.
We needed ice, so had to go wandering to find it.
The house was incredible, and all ours (well, except for the two other couples. But they were in their rooms, right?)
There was a piano to enjoy.
And a chaise lounge to…lounge upon.
And later…there was that lovely bed – and each other – to enjoy.
I believe this may also count for another Scavenger Hunt entry, in the Hotel/Motel category (though this was technically an Inn/B & B.)