Justin's Thanksgiving Day Marriage Proposal
Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2014 4:24 pm
Justin peered over the counter in the jewelry store at the engagement rings.
"May I help you?" inquired a salesman as he approached Justin and his parents.
"We are looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend," said Justin.
"Let me pull them out of the case," said the salesman, unlocking the case and retrieving a tray.
"You need to decide if she would like a traditional gold band or white gold or platinum," remarked Justin's mother.
"She always wears yellow gold," replied Justin.
"Do you know her ring size?" asked Justin's dad.
"Yes, it is seven," said Justin, turning a slight shade of red. "I asked her on our first date if she would tell me her ring size just in case I ever wanted to propose."
"How did she react?" asked his mother.
"She laughed and told me I was sweet," replied Justin. "Then she said she would have trouble sleeping for wondering when I might pop the question." His parents chuckled, and the salesman smiled.
"Anyway, I like this diamond with the rubies around it," said Justin.
"That's a beautiful ring," said his mother. "I think she will love it. And if she wants a more traditional wedding ring, then I imagine you could bring her into the store and help her select an alternative."
"That's right," said the salesman. "I agree it is a beautiful ring, but if she wants something different, we will be happy to help."
* * * * *
Justin arrived at Sharon's house and parked his car along the long, curving driveway. He got out of the car balancing a bottle of wine, a box of candy and a bouquet of flowers. Before he could reach the front door Sharon came bouncing out in an elegant dress with a joyous expression on her face. "Aren't you sweet," she exclaimed as she saw his gifts. "Thanksgiving dinner won't be ready for a half hour, so you'll have plenty of time for a tour. My father wants to show you the property outdoors, and my mother wants to give you a tour of the house. We've just finished some remodeling."
"You look gorgeous, sweetheart," he said, admiring how her auburn hair complimented the yellow dress.
"You look handsome yourself," she replied, admiring his athletic build and the way his blue blazer complimented his piercing blue eyes and dark hair. "How clever of you to wear a yellow tie! It matches my dress!"
As they entered the house, Sharon's mother, and their cook, Rosa, both came out to greet Justin. "Welcome, Justin! So nice to see you and I'm so glad you could join us for Thanksgiving today! How sweet of you to bring gifts! Thank you! These flowers are lovely," Sharon's mother said, handing them to Rosa and giving Justin a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Thompson," said Justin. "I've been looking forward to Thanksgiving, it is one of my favorite days of the year, and I'm very glad to be able to spend it with you all. What a beautiful house you have here!" he said, looking around an admiration at the tall ceilings, the curving staircase, the beautiful tiled foyer and the large paintings on the walls.
"Thank you so much," replied Mrs. Thompson. "We love living here."
This is Rosa," said Sharon, changing the subject as she put one arm around Rosa and gave her a little hug. "Rosa has been with us since I was a child, and she could tell you all sorts of interesting stories about us." Sharon put one finger to her lips to indicate that Rosa should keep her stories to herself, at least for the time being.
"Very nice to meet you," said Justin to Rosa.
"You look like a nice boy," replied Rosa, smiling. She turned around and headed away, saying, "Muy guapo! Muy guapo!"
"Gracias, Rosa!" replied Justin, laughing and turning slightly red, understanding Spanish well enough to know that she was complimenting him on his good looks.
"Take Justin out to say hello to your father, Sharon," said Samantha. "He is out back practicing his putting."
"Of course, Mom," replied Sharon. She led him through the house to the yard in back where her father was standing on a putting green with close-cropped grass that was surrounded by a boxwood hedge.
"Hello, Mr. Thompson," said Justin. "What a beautiful day to be outdoors!"
"Hello, Justin. Welcome to our home. I'm glad to see you again. I haven't seen you for a few months, have I? I can't remember where I met you."
"It was at the beach, Daddy," said Sharon. "Don't you remember? You met him at Susie's wedding at the Hilton on the beach."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Now I remember," said Mr. Thompson. "That was a beautiful wedding, wasn't it? The Hilton did a great job."
"Yes, it was a great event," replied Justin.
"You were going to give Justin a tour of the property, weren't you?" asked Sharon. "I have a few things I want to get ready inside."
"Yes, I'll be happy to give you a tour if you'd like, Justin."
"Sounds great to me," replied Justin.
"Let's start with the garage," said Mr. Thompson. "I have a golf cart in there, and we can ride around and see the property on that. He led Justin into a beautiful five-car garage, where the golf cart was parked next to two shiny Mercedes and Sharon's Mazda. They rode around the property admiring the landscaping, the tennis courts, the guest house, the pond, and the acres in back where they had grapes growing. Mr. Thompson stopped the cart by the vineyard vines and told Justin about his arrangements with a neighbor to have wine made with his own grapes.
"May I interrupt you, for a moment?" asked Justin.
"Yes, of course."
"Since we have a chance to talk here, I was thinking it would be the perfect time and place for me to share some special news with you," said Justin as he pulled out the little box with the wedding ring and opened it up for Mr. Thompson to see.
"Wow, what a beautiful ring! Stunning!" said Mr. Thompson, carefully taking the box out of Justin's hand so he could get a better view. "But I'm not sure it will fit on my finger," he remarked with a smile.
"Very funny," said Justin, cringing a bit at the feeble joke. "It's for Sharon, of course. I was hoping to ask for her hand in marriage today."
"Aren't you wonderful!" cried Mr. Thompson. "This is great news! I'm very happy for both of you. I know Sharon is very fond of you, and I think she will be thrilled to see this beautiful ring. I hope you two will be very happy together." He jumped out of the golf cart, still holding the little box with the ring and walked around to Justin's side. "Let me be the first to congratulate you." Justin got out of the cart as well, and Mr. Thompson hugged him. "Welcome to the family!"
"Thank you, sir," said Justin, blushing a bit.
* * * * *
After the Thanksgiving meal Sharon challenged Justin to a game of pool, and she led him to the billiards room. As she pulled out pool cues from their holder on the far side of the room, Justin quickly pulled the engagement ring box out, opened it and set it down on the pool table. As she turned around, he knelt down and prepared to surprise her with his proposal.
"Are you about to tie your shoe or do you have something important to ask me!" asked Sharon slowly as she walked over to Justin, setting the cues down on the table.
"Sharon Thompson, I believe you are the most beautiful young woman on earth, and I've waited eagerly for this special day ever since our first date. I believe you are the one person who can bring me lasting happiness, and I would love to be the person you share your life with. I am a better man because of you, and I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?" asked Justin.
"Oh, Justin, yes! A thousand times yes!" replied Sharon, pulling him to his feet and giving him an enthusiastic hug, then finding his lips with her own and giving him a tender and passionate kiss. After a few seconds she pulled away, "Enough kissing - I want to see this beautiful ring!" she exclaimed, and she held out her left hand so that he could slip it on. "It fits just right!" she said. "I love it! Let's go show my parents."
She led Justin through the house until they found her parents sitting in the living room by the grand piano, sipping glasses of wine. "Justin asked me to marry him!" she announced with joy, showing them the ring.
Sharon's parents jumped up and both started talking at once, hugging both of them and congratulating them. Sharon's mother wiped a tear from her eyes as she said, "I'm so happy and pleased for both of you."
"Let's go tell Rosa!" exclaimed Sharon, grabbing Justin by the hand and leading him to the kitchen. When they walked into the kitchen Rosa was hugging a young muscular Latino man. "Carlos!", Sharon exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're here. We have some special news to share with you two," she said, holding her hand out to show them the ring.
"Oh, Sharon!" said Rosa, giving her a big hug. "I'm so happy for you both." Then she hugged Justin. "Welcome to the family, Justin," she said warmly with a hug. "And I want you to meet my son, Carlos."
Justin reached over to shake Carlos' hand. Carlos shook it briefly, then hugged Justin. "Welcome to the family," repeated Carlos, grinning from ear to ear.
"Carlos and I grew up together," said Sharon. "Now he is our gardener."
"Very nice to meet you," said Justin, wondering if Sharon and Carlos had ever had special feelings for each other.
"Likewise!" said Justin. Then he turned to Sharon. "When are going to tell him about the family business?"
"Hush, you!" Sharon scolded. "As a matter of fact, I am planning to give him the grand tour of the family business this afternoon.
"Oh my God!", said Carlos. "Today?"
"Yes, today. If Justin is willing. Our plant is not far. Let's go and tell my parents."
"Okay," said Justin, wondering what concerns Carlos had about the business.
Sharon and Justin returned to the living room. "Where's Dad?" asked Sharon.
"He's looking for something in the attic," she replied. "He will be back soon."
"We are going for a drive," said Sharon, suddenly deciding not to tell her mother where they were going."
"What about dessert?" asked her mother.
"Is it okay if we eat dessert in an hour or two? I’m still stuffed from all that turkey and dressing," said Sharon.
"Of course," replied her mother. "That will be fine."
Sharon excused herself for a few minutes and came back downstairs with an unusually large purse. Then she excused herself again and stopped in the kitchen. As she returned to the living room, she said, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."
* * * * *
Sharon and Justin drove up to the front of her father's business. "I usually come in the back way through the warehouse when I visit, but since I'm with you, I'll take you in the front," she said. The building was about thirty feet high in a wooded setting. Other commercial buildings for other companies were in the vicinity. The size of the building was roughly the size of a football field. Sharon pulled out a key and let them in the front door, where a curved reception desk sat near the foyer with some chairs for visitors.
"You never told me much about your father's business," said Justin. "Is it a secret?"
"Actually it is a secret, sort of. The business sells mostly sex toys. We have the warehouse here, and we have shops in various locations, and we have a website. We import the items from various countries. Some of them are made exclusively for us. Are you shocked?"
"Well, I'm surprised. Actually, I'm really surprised, because you have always said you didn't want to have intercourse until marriage!" said Justin.
"Yes, that's still true," said Sharon. "I don't like contraceptives: condoms, pills, whatever. And I don't want to conceive a child before I am married. Of course I want to have intercourse when we are married, but I would like to wait until then. Is that okay?"
"Well, now that we are engaged, I was hoping we could be more affectionate," said Justin.
"Of course we can," said Sharon. "I want that too, just not intercourse, not right now."
"Okay," said Justin, feeling a little puzzled.
"Let me show you the warehouse," said Sharon. She led him through some double doors into the warehouse, and the walked through the rows of boxes as she pointed out various items. Justin listened with interest, feeling his penis get stiff as he thought about the various products and the ways in which they could be used on himself or on her.
"Now I'll show you the main offices," she said, as they walked into another part of the building. She showed him where the accountants worked, the little kitchen/snack room, her father's office, and the main conference room. "Sit here and I'll be right back," she said. Justin sat at the conference table in a comfortable swivel chair and wondered what she was doing. After a minute, she returned to the room with a rectangular box, the type of box that might hold a shirt. "I have a little present for you," she said with a smile.
"Oh, my," said Justin. "I didn't know we were exchanging presents today. Well, actually I guess I don't need to feel bad since I gave you a ring. What is this?" he asked as he opened the box and pulled out the canvas shirt.
"It's a straitjacket," she said with a smile. "I thought you would look adorable in it, and I was hoping I could take a picture with you in it."
"You've got to be kidding!" responded Justin, turning a bit red. "I don't know if I feel comfortable putting it on right now."
"Pleaeeeese!" said Sharon. "Please do it for me. You'll be so handsome with it on. I get hot just thinking about it."
Justin liked the idea of Sharon feeling turned on, so he agreed to put it on, even though he had to take off his jacket, tie and shirt to do it. Sharon helped him into the sleeves, then fastened it securely. "Oh, that feels snug," commented Justin. He wiggled his arms a bit inside the canvas enclosure and felt the restrictiveness of the fabric. Sharon reached into her large purse and pulled out her camera and snapped some pictures. Justin smiled for some of the photos and grimaced as though he was struggling for the others.
"Thank you, Justin. These pictures look great," said Sharon as she reviewed the photos she had taken. "By the way, I don't mean to rush things, but have you thought about our honeymoon? Do you have any plans for that?"
"I was thinking it would be fun to go to Bermuda," replied Justin, wondering when she was going to untie him.
"Bermuda sounds perfect!" Sharon exclaimed. "As a matter of fact, I was hoping you would suggest a beautiful, romantic spot like that. Actually, I want to try on some clothes for you that I was thinking about bringing with me on our honeymoon. I stuck them in my purse just before we left because I wanted to show them to you."
"They fit in your purse?" asked Justin.
"Yes, you'll see. I'll be back in a minute with my new bathing suit on."
"You bought a bathing suit just before Thanksgiving?" asked Justin.
"I was thinking ahead," said Sharon. "I saw it on a website, and I couldn't resist." She headed toward the door with her purse.
"And you are going to untie me soon?" asked Justin. His penis was starting to ache with excitement from being alone with his beautiful girlfriend and from being held hostage in a kinky way, but he was curious about her intentions.
"Eventually!" exclaimed Sharon as she breezed out of the room.
Alone in the room, Justin struggled with his straitjacket, not because he was uncomfortable, but because struggling with it was turning him on, as evidenced by his penis, which was pressing hard against his pants.
Sharon returned to the room wearing a navy blue bikini, which she modeled for him as if she were on a runway. She sauntered up to his chair and rubbed one of her bare feet on his legs, and then she grasped his head and kissed him. 'Oh, God. You are so cute in the straitjacket. I can hardly stand it," she said.
"You are adorable yourself. You look great in the bikini. I can just see us in the hot tub now, or beside the pool sipping Margaritas. Good thing you will have that big ring on your finger. I hope it keeps the competition at bay," said Justin.
"Thank you, sweetie. Now I have something else to try on for you. Don't go anywhere; I'll be right back."
"Hah hah, very funny. Don't worry, I'll be right here," replied Justin.
"Actually, before I go, I want to show you something else I brought along," said Sharon. She pulled a Tupperware container out of her purse, a small china plate and a silver fork. Then she opened up the container, lifted out some dessert items and placed them on the plate in front of Justin. "I know I promised my parents we would have dessert with them later, but I brought a few things along, so you could have a taste in advance. Here is a little piece of pumpkin pie with home-made whipped cream, a little piece of pecan pie, and some chocolates from that box of candy you gave us. I'm going to set this plate in the middle of the table so that you can think about how good these will taste."
Justin couldn't think of anything to say in reply as Sharon waltzed out of the room, looking very pleased with herself. He stared at the desserts while she was gone, starting to feel hungry again and wondering what she had planned.
Sharon walked back in, dressed in a flimsy red nightgown. "I bought this awhile ago in hopes that you would propose and that I might wear this on our wedding night. Do you like it?"
Justin's penis pressed harder into his pants as he reminded himself to breathe. "I love it!" he replied. "Maybe we should get married tomorrow!"
"Oh, you naughty boy! My parents would be so disappointed if we eloped. I'm sure my mother will want a perfect wedding, with flowers and guests and live music and everything."
"Is that what you want, Sharon?" asked Justin.
"Yes, that is what I want," said Sharon.
"I'm sure that's what my parents would want also, and although I don't know how I'm going to be able to wait until our wedding day now that I know how you are going to be dressed on our wedding night. I guess I'll have to go along with what you want."
"Thank you, sweetie," replied Sharon, giving him another kiss on the lips. "You really know how to please me, and I appreciate it more than you know. You are such a gentleman and such a good sport. I love you so much."
"I love you, too. So, what comes next? This is quite an adventure!" said Justin.
"I have some other things I'd like to show you", said Sharon. "I'll be back in a minute."
Justin sat alone in the room for a few minutes more, amazed at all that had happened and a little embarrassed because his penis was dribbling wet precum into his pants. He hoped it wouldn't show through his pants.
Sharon returned to the room carrying a tray of unfamiliar-looking metal items. "What on earth are those?", asked Justin.
"These are male chastity devices," Sharon replied. "We sell a lot of them, and they are a big source of income. As you can see, we have a variety of sizes. Most guys like to start out in a fairly big one, but once they get used to wearing them, sometimes they prefer a smaller one. Do you have a very big penis, Justin?" she asked.
"Wow, what a question!" exclaimed Justin. "Since we are being bold with our questions, do you want to see my penis? It has been struggling against my pants ever since you put me in the straitjacket and teased me with your tantalizing outfits. My penis is trying to reach its full potential, but these pants are holding it back."
"Aren't we being daring!" replied Sharon. "Certainly I want to see your penis. I can't think of a better time to see it than when you are restrained in a straitjacket. Stand up," she commanded. She helped him to his feet, then slowly undid his belt, then pulled down his zipper, unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. Justin stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. Sharon grabbed his underpants and slowly slid them to his knees. Justin's penis immediately stood at attention. "I'd say you are definitely above average, not that I've seen a lot of penises."
"You've seen penises before?" asked Justin.
"Well, I've seen Carlos' penis, for one, but that was when we were kids," replied Sharon.
"Were you playing doctor or something?" asked Justin.
"Something like that. My parents weren't very happy when they found out. We both got scolded pretty bad. Anyway, I've seen some porno from time to time."
"Porno? You? I shouldn't be shocked but somehow I am," said Justin.
"Don't you ever watch porno?" asked Sharon.
"Yes, but I'm a guy. Guys like porno more than girls do, don't you think?"
"You may be right. Anyway, my father's company makes some porno movies."
"You're kidding?" asked Justin.
"No, I'm not kidding," said Sharon. "In fact the studio tour is on our agenda this afternoon."
"Oh my God!" said Justin, his penis clenching and dribbling more precum at the thought. "So, anyway, I am afraid to ask this question, but why are you showing me these devices and asking me about my penis?"
"Oh yes, I almost lost my train of thought. I'd like you to wear one of these until we get married," said Sharon.
"Oh my God!" said Justin again, incredulous. "My poor penis! I don't know how I could squeeze it into one of those little things for one thing. I hope those things don't cause injury. I have my whole life of marital bliss ahead of me, remember? My penis is rather an important part of our marital happiness, right?"
"Let's try one of the bigger devices," said Sharon, picking up a large one. "You'll be fine. We sell thousands of these things, and no one complains about them. Do you see those desserts on the table over there? I'll give you a taste of one of them if you agree to try it." Sharon picked up the plate with the other hand and brought it close to Justin's face so he could have a better look.
Justin's penis clenched again as he thought about his predicament. His beautiful fiancé was teasing him mercilessly in a sexual manner that was beyond anything he had ever imagined her capable of, and he was beginning to wonder how his penis would feel trapped in the metal device. "Okay, you win," he said. "I'll try it, but like I said, I don't know how we will get it on with the way my penis is feeling right now."
"Don't worry," said Sharon. "I've got it all figured out." She gave him a bite of pecan pie and then waltzed back out of the room, leaving him alone with his aching and oozing penis. After awhile she returned to the room with a large cup of ice from the freezer.
"Oh, no," said Justin, realizing what the ice was for.
"Oh, yes," said Sharon, pulling a piece of ice out of the glass. She positioned him with his buttocks against the table, and began rubbing the ice on his penis, balls and the hairy skin surrounding them. At first his penis refused to budge as it stood resolutely tall. After a couple of minutes of treatment, though, it eventually wilted. "Yay!" said Sharon triumphantly. Then she held the device's ring against his scrotum and prodded and pulled until his testicles slipped through the ring. Then she gently squeezed, prodded and pulled his penis so that it went through the ring as well. Finally, she inserted his limp penis into the metal cage and fastened it with a heart-shaped lock to the ring. Justin's private parts were secure. Sharon shook the cage gently so that Justin would feel his captivity and gave him a sultry kiss. Justin felt a bit dazed, as if he had just been wheeled out of an operating room.
"Wow, I don't know what to say," said Justin.
"You don't have to say anything," replied Sharon. "But now that your pants are down, I can't resist the urge to grab your buttocks," she said as she sunk her fingers into his backside. "What firm buns you have!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, God," said Justin. "My penis is going to be straining against the cage if you don't stop that."
"Okay, I'll stop," said Sharon. "I'll take you on the rest of the tour now, but first I promised you some more dessert." She gave him a big bite of pumpkin pie, and as he ate it, she undid his shoes and removed his socks. She led him out of the room and down the hall. She was still dressed in the red nightgown. He was still restrained with the straitjacket and the chastity device, but otherwise naked. Justin had a fleeting feeling of walking down a hall in a jail, despite the fact that her jailor was an adorable and scantily-clad woman.
Sharon brought them into a large room with video cameras on tripods and a hospital bed. "This is where some of the videos are filmed. Lie down on the bed, and I'll try on one of the costumes for you."
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Justin again, his penis starting to press against the cage at the thought.
Sharon returned to the room dressed as a nurse. She flipped on one of the cameras and aimed it at Justin. Then she walked over and said, "Justin, I know you've had amnesia and you can't remember all of the weeks that I've ministered to you here in the hospital, but something tells me that if I kiss you, you may start to remember our special relationship." She kissed him passionately, then paused.
"I'm starting to get my memories back, nurse," said Justin. "I think I remember you used to do something with a vibrator."
"Oh yes," said Sharon. "I'll go get it."
"Oh, God," said Justin, realizing she meant what she said. He watched her waltz out of the room in her nurse's outfit, leaving him alone with his hospital bed, straitjacket and restrained penis, the camera still recording every second of his predicament.
Sharon returned to the room, opening a box that held a fancy-looking vibrator. "I have to be careful, since your penis is still recovering from the operation," she said, for the benefit of the video. She drew a chair up to Justin's hospital bed and began applying the vibrator to his cage. "Too bad I can't operate the camera and do a close-up while I do this," she muttered, wistfully. Justin's penis pressed hard against its enclosure, helplessly trying to grow with mounting excitement from the stimulation.
Just then the door to the room opened, and Sharon's father walked in holding a gun.
"Daddy!" shrieked Sharon.
"Sharon!" said her father. "Oh, it's only you two. I see you've made yourselves at home. The silent alarm was tripped, so I came by to see what was happening. The alarm has been tripped accidentally so many times that the police don't even come by to check on the place anymore. I didn't realize you were here. Is Justin auditioning for a role?"
"Oh, no Sir," replied Justin, his face a bright red. "Sharon was just giving me a tour. Very impressive facilities you have here."
"Thank you, Justin," replied Mr. Thompson. "Well, I hate to interrupt your fun. I'll head back to the house. Remember to come by for dessert later!"
[The author of this story is also the author of Intense Restraint, a novel available on Amazon as a Kindle version or a softback book.]
"May I help you?" inquired a salesman as he approached Justin and his parents.
"We are looking for an engagement ring for my girlfriend," said Justin.
"Let me pull them out of the case," said the salesman, unlocking the case and retrieving a tray.
"You need to decide if she would like a traditional gold band or white gold or platinum," remarked Justin's mother.
"She always wears yellow gold," replied Justin.
"Do you know her ring size?" asked Justin's dad.
"Yes, it is seven," said Justin, turning a slight shade of red. "I asked her on our first date if she would tell me her ring size just in case I ever wanted to propose."
"How did she react?" asked his mother.
"She laughed and told me I was sweet," replied Justin. "Then she said she would have trouble sleeping for wondering when I might pop the question." His parents chuckled, and the salesman smiled.
"Anyway, I like this diamond with the rubies around it," said Justin.
"That's a beautiful ring," said his mother. "I think she will love it. And if she wants a more traditional wedding ring, then I imagine you could bring her into the store and help her select an alternative."
"That's right," said the salesman. "I agree it is a beautiful ring, but if she wants something different, we will be happy to help."
* * * * *
Justin arrived at Sharon's house and parked his car along the long, curving driveway. He got out of the car balancing a bottle of wine, a box of candy and a bouquet of flowers. Before he could reach the front door Sharon came bouncing out in an elegant dress with a joyous expression on her face. "Aren't you sweet," she exclaimed as she saw his gifts. "Thanksgiving dinner won't be ready for a half hour, so you'll have plenty of time for a tour. My father wants to show you the property outdoors, and my mother wants to give you a tour of the house. We've just finished some remodeling."
"You look gorgeous, sweetheart," he said, admiring how her auburn hair complimented the yellow dress.
"You look handsome yourself," she replied, admiring his athletic build and the way his blue blazer complimented his piercing blue eyes and dark hair. "How clever of you to wear a yellow tie! It matches my dress!"
As they entered the house, Sharon's mother, and their cook, Rosa, both came out to greet Justin. "Welcome, Justin! So nice to see you and I'm so glad you could join us for Thanksgiving today! How sweet of you to bring gifts! Thank you! These flowers are lovely," Sharon's mother said, handing them to Rosa and giving Justin a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Nice to see you again, Mrs. Thompson," said Justin. "I've been looking forward to Thanksgiving, it is one of my favorite days of the year, and I'm very glad to be able to spend it with you all. What a beautiful house you have here!" he said, looking around an admiration at the tall ceilings, the curving staircase, the beautiful tiled foyer and the large paintings on the walls.
"Thank you so much," replied Mrs. Thompson. "We love living here."
This is Rosa," said Sharon, changing the subject as she put one arm around Rosa and gave her a little hug. "Rosa has been with us since I was a child, and she could tell you all sorts of interesting stories about us." Sharon put one finger to her lips to indicate that Rosa should keep her stories to herself, at least for the time being.
"Very nice to meet you," said Justin to Rosa.
"You look like a nice boy," replied Rosa, smiling. She turned around and headed away, saying, "Muy guapo! Muy guapo!"
"Gracias, Rosa!" replied Justin, laughing and turning slightly red, understanding Spanish well enough to know that she was complimenting him on his good looks.
"Take Justin out to say hello to your father, Sharon," said Samantha. "He is out back practicing his putting."
"Of course, Mom," replied Sharon. She led him through the house to the yard in back where her father was standing on a putting green with close-cropped grass that was surrounded by a boxwood hedge.
"Hello, Mr. Thompson," said Justin. "What a beautiful day to be outdoors!"
"Hello, Justin. Welcome to our home. I'm glad to see you again. I haven't seen you for a few months, have I? I can't remember where I met you."
"It was at the beach, Daddy," said Sharon. "Don't you remember? You met him at Susie's wedding at the Hilton on the beach."
"Oh, yes, yes, yes. Now I remember," said Mr. Thompson. "That was a beautiful wedding, wasn't it? The Hilton did a great job."
"Yes, it was a great event," replied Justin.
"You were going to give Justin a tour of the property, weren't you?" asked Sharon. "I have a few things I want to get ready inside."
"Yes, I'll be happy to give you a tour if you'd like, Justin."
"Sounds great to me," replied Justin.
"Let's start with the garage," said Mr. Thompson. "I have a golf cart in there, and we can ride around and see the property on that. He led Justin into a beautiful five-car garage, where the golf cart was parked next to two shiny Mercedes and Sharon's Mazda. They rode around the property admiring the landscaping, the tennis courts, the guest house, the pond, and the acres in back where they had grapes growing. Mr. Thompson stopped the cart by the vineyard vines and told Justin about his arrangements with a neighbor to have wine made with his own grapes.
"May I interrupt you, for a moment?" asked Justin.
"Yes, of course."
"Since we have a chance to talk here, I was thinking it would be the perfect time and place for me to share some special news with you," said Justin as he pulled out the little box with the wedding ring and opened it up for Mr. Thompson to see.
"Wow, what a beautiful ring! Stunning!" said Mr. Thompson, carefully taking the box out of Justin's hand so he could get a better view. "But I'm not sure it will fit on my finger," he remarked with a smile.
"Very funny," said Justin, cringing a bit at the feeble joke. "It's for Sharon, of course. I was hoping to ask for her hand in marriage today."
"Aren't you wonderful!" cried Mr. Thompson. "This is great news! I'm very happy for both of you. I know Sharon is very fond of you, and I think she will be thrilled to see this beautiful ring. I hope you two will be very happy together." He jumped out of the golf cart, still holding the little box with the ring and walked around to Justin's side. "Let me be the first to congratulate you." Justin got out of the cart as well, and Mr. Thompson hugged him. "Welcome to the family!"
"Thank you, sir," said Justin, blushing a bit.
* * * * *
After the Thanksgiving meal Sharon challenged Justin to a game of pool, and she led him to the billiards room. As she pulled out pool cues from their holder on the far side of the room, Justin quickly pulled the engagement ring box out, opened it and set it down on the pool table. As she turned around, he knelt down and prepared to surprise her with his proposal.
"Are you about to tie your shoe or do you have something important to ask me!" asked Sharon slowly as she walked over to Justin, setting the cues down on the table.
"Sharon Thompson, I believe you are the most beautiful young woman on earth, and I've waited eagerly for this special day ever since our first date. I believe you are the one person who can bring me lasting happiness, and I would love to be the person you share your life with. I am a better man because of you, and I love you with all my heart. Will you marry me?" asked Justin.
"Oh, Justin, yes! A thousand times yes!" replied Sharon, pulling him to his feet and giving him an enthusiastic hug, then finding his lips with her own and giving him a tender and passionate kiss. After a few seconds she pulled away, "Enough kissing - I want to see this beautiful ring!" she exclaimed, and she held out her left hand so that he could slip it on. "It fits just right!" she said. "I love it! Let's go show my parents."
She led Justin through the house until they found her parents sitting in the living room by the grand piano, sipping glasses of wine. "Justin asked me to marry him!" she announced with joy, showing them the ring.
Sharon's parents jumped up and both started talking at once, hugging both of them and congratulating them. Sharon's mother wiped a tear from her eyes as she said, "I'm so happy and pleased for both of you."
"Let's go tell Rosa!" exclaimed Sharon, grabbing Justin by the hand and leading him to the kitchen. When they walked into the kitchen Rosa was hugging a young muscular Latino man. "Carlos!", Sharon exclaimed. "I'm so glad you're here. We have some special news to share with you two," she said, holding her hand out to show them the ring.
"Oh, Sharon!" said Rosa, giving her a big hug. "I'm so happy for you both." Then she hugged Justin. "Welcome to the family, Justin," she said warmly with a hug. "And I want you to meet my son, Carlos."
Justin reached over to shake Carlos' hand. Carlos shook it briefly, then hugged Justin. "Welcome to the family," repeated Carlos, grinning from ear to ear.
"Carlos and I grew up together," said Sharon. "Now he is our gardener."
"Very nice to meet you," said Justin, wondering if Sharon and Carlos had ever had special feelings for each other.
"Likewise!" said Justin. Then he turned to Sharon. "When are going to tell him about the family business?"
"Hush, you!" Sharon scolded. "As a matter of fact, I am planning to give him the grand tour of the family business this afternoon.
"Oh my God!", said Carlos. "Today?"
"Yes, today. If Justin is willing. Our plant is not far. Let's go and tell my parents."
"Okay," said Justin, wondering what concerns Carlos had about the business.
Sharon and Justin returned to the living room. "Where's Dad?" asked Sharon.
"He's looking for something in the attic," she replied. "He will be back soon."
"We are going for a drive," said Sharon, suddenly deciding not to tell her mother where they were going."
"What about dessert?" asked her mother.
"Is it okay if we eat dessert in an hour or two? I’m still stuffed from all that turkey and dressing," said Sharon.
"Of course," replied her mother. "That will be fine."
Sharon excused herself for a few minutes and came back downstairs with an unusually large purse. Then she excused herself again and stopped in the kitchen. As she returned to the living room, she said, "Okay, I'm ready. Let's go."
* * * * *
Sharon and Justin drove up to the front of her father's business. "I usually come in the back way through the warehouse when I visit, but since I'm with you, I'll take you in the front," she said. The building was about thirty feet high in a wooded setting. Other commercial buildings for other companies were in the vicinity. The size of the building was roughly the size of a football field. Sharon pulled out a key and let them in the front door, where a curved reception desk sat near the foyer with some chairs for visitors.
"You never told me much about your father's business," said Justin. "Is it a secret?"
"Actually it is a secret, sort of. The business sells mostly sex toys. We have the warehouse here, and we have shops in various locations, and we have a website. We import the items from various countries. Some of them are made exclusively for us. Are you shocked?"
"Well, I'm surprised. Actually, I'm really surprised, because you have always said you didn't want to have intercourse until marriage!" said Justin.
"Yes, that's still true," said Sharon. "I don't like contraceptives: condoms, pills, whatever. And I don't want to conceive a child before I am married. Of course I want to have intercourse when we are married, but I would like to wait until then. Is that okay?"
"Well, now that we are engaged, I was hoping we could be more affectionate," said Justin.
"Of course we can," said Sharon. "I want that too, just not intercourse, not right now."
"Okay," said Justin, feeling a little puzzled.
"Let me show you the warehouse," said Sharon. She led him through some double doors into the warehouse, and the walked through the rows of boxes as she pointed out various items. Justin listened with interest, feeling his penis get stiff as he thought about the various products and the ways in which they could be used on himself or on her.
"Now I'll show you the main offices," she said, as they walked into another part of the building. She showed him where the accountants worked, the little kitchen/snack room, her father's office, and the main conference room. "Sit here and I'll be right back," she said. Justin sat at the conference table in a comfortable swivel chair and wondered what she was doing. After a minute, she returned to the room with a rectangular box, the type of box that might hold a shirt. "I have a little present for you," she said with a smile.
"Oh, my," said Justin. "I didn't know we were exchanging presents today. Well, actually I guess I don't need to feel bad since I gave you a ring. What is this?" he asked as he opened the box and pulled out the canvas shirt.
"It's a straitjacket," she said with a smile. "I thought you would look adorable in it, and I was hoping I could take a picture with you in it."
"You've got to be kidding!" responded Justin, turning a bit red. "I don't know if I feel comfortable putting it on right now."
"Pleaeeeese!" said Sharon. "Please do it for me. You'll be so handsome with it on. I get hot just thinking about it."
Justin liked the idea of Sharon feeling turned on, so he agreed to put it on, even though he had to take off his jacket, tie and shirt to do it. Sharon helped him into the sleeves, then fastened it securely. "Oh, that feels snug," commented Justin. He wiggled his arms a bit inside the canvas enclosure and felt the restrictiveness of the fabric. Sharon reached into her large purse and pulled out her camera and snapped some pictures. Justin smiled for some of the photos and grimaced as though he was struggling for the others.
"Thank you, Justin. These pictures look great," said Sharon as she reviewed the photos she had taken. "By the way, I don't mean to rush things, but have you thought about our honeymoon? Do you have any plans for that?"
"I was thinking it would be fun to go to Bermuda," replied Justin, wondering when she was going to untie him.
"Bermuda sounds perfect!" Sharon exclaimed. "As a matter of fact, I was hoping you would suggest a beautiful, romantic spot like that. Actually, I want to try on some clothes for you that I was thinking about bringing with me on our honeymoon. I stuck them in my purse just before we left because I wanted to show them to you."
"They fit in your purse?" asked Justin.
"Yes, you'll see. I'll be back in a minute with my new bathing suit on."
"You bought a bathing suit just before Thanksgiving?" asked Justin.
"I was thinking ahead," said Sharon. "I saw it on a website, and I couldn't resist." She headed toward the door with her purse.
"And you are going to untie me soon?" asked Justin. His penis was starting to ache with excitement from being alone with his beautiful girlfriend and from being held hostage in a kinky way, but he was curious about her intentions.
"Eventually!" exclaimed Sharon as she breezed out of the room.
Alone in the room, Justin struggled with his straitjacket, not because he was uncomfortable, but because struggling with it was turning him on, as evidenced by his penis, which was pressing hard against his pants.
Sharon returned to the room wearing a navy blue bikini, which she modeled for him as if she were on a runway. She sauntered up to his chair and rubbed one of her bare feet on his legs, and then she grasped his head and kissed him. 'Oh, God. You are so cute in the straitjacket. I can hardly stand it," she said.
"You are adorable yourself. You look great in the bikini. I can just see us in the hot tub now, or beside the pool sipping Margaritas. Good thing you will have that big ring on your finger. I hope it keeps the competition at bay," said Justin.
"Thank you, sweetie. Now I have something else to try on for you. Don't go anywhere; I'll be right back."
"Hah hah, very funny. Don't worry, I'll be right here," replied Justin.
"Actually, before I go, I want to show you something else I brought along," said Sharon. She pulled a Tupperware container out of her purse, a small china plate and a silver fork. Then she opened up the container, lifted out some dessert items and placed them on the plate in front of Justin. "I know I promised my parents we would have dessert with them later, but I brought a few things along, so you could have a taste in advance. Here is a little piece of pumpkin pie with home-made whipped cream, a little piece of pecan pie, and some chocolates from that box of candy you gave us. I'm going to set this plate in the middle of the table so that you can think about how good these will taste."
Justin couldn't think of anything to say in reply as Sharon waltzed out of the room, looking very pleased with herself. He stared at the desserts while she was gone, starting to feel hungry again and wondering what she had planned.
Sharon walked back in, dressed in a flimsy red nightgown. "I bought this awhile ago in hopes that you would propose and that I might wear this on our wedding night. Do you like it?"
Justin's penis pressed harder into his pants as he reminded himself to breathe. "I love it!" he replied. "Maybe we should get married tomorrow!"
"Oh, you naughty boy! My parents would be so disappointed if we eloped. I'm sure my mother will want a perfect wedding, with flowers and guests and live music and everything."
"Is that what you want, Sharon?" asked Justin.
"Yes, that is what I want," said Sharon.
"I'm sure that's what my parents would want also, and although I don't know how I'm going to be able to wait until our wedding day now that I know how you are going to be dressed on our wedding night. I guess I'll have to go along with what you want."
"Thank you, sweetie," replied Sharon, giving him another kiss on the lips. "You really know how to please me, and I appreciate it more than you know. You are such a gentleman and such a good sport. I love you so much."
"I love you, too. So, what comes next? This is quite an adventure!" said Justin.
"I have some other things I'd like to show you", said Sharon. "I'll be back in a minute."
Justin sat alone in the room for a few minutes more, amazed at all that had happened and a little embarrassed because his penis was dribbling wet precum into his pants. He hoped it wouldn't show through his pants.
Sharon returned to the room carrying a tray of unfamiliar-looking metal items. "What on earth are those?", asked Justin.
"These are male chastity devices," Sharon replied. "We sell a lot of them, and they are a big source of income. As you can see, we have a variety of sizes. Most guys like to start out in a fairly big one, but once they get used to wearing them, sometimes they prefer a smaller one. Do you have a very big penis, Justin?" she asked.
"Wow, what a question!" exclaimed Justin. "Since we are being bold with our questions, do you want to see my penis? It has been struggling against my pants ever since you put me in the straitjacket and teased me with your tantalizing outfits. My penis is trying to reach its full potential, but these pants are holding it back."
"Aren't we being daring!" replied Sharon. "Certainly I want to see your penis. I can't think of a better time to see it than when you are restrained in a straitjacket. Stand up," she commanded. She helped him to his feet, then slowly undid his belt, then pulled down his zipper, unbuttoned his pants and let them drop to the floor. Justin stepped out of his pants and kicked them to the side. Sharon grabbed his underpants and slowly slid them to his knees. Justin's penis immediately stood at attention. "I'd say you are definitely above average, not that I've seen a lot of penises."
"You've seen penises before?" asked Justin.
"Well, I've seen Carlos' penis, for one, but that was when we were kids," replied Sharon.
"Were you playing doctor or something?" asked Justin.
"Something like that. My parents weren't very happy when they found out. We both got scolded pretty bad. Anyway, I've seen some porno from time to time."
"Porno? You? I shouldn't be shocked but somehow I am," said Justin.
"Don't you ever watch porno?" asked Sharon.
"Yes, but I'm a guy. Guys like porno more than girls do, don't you think?"
"You may be right. Anyway, my father's company makes some porno movies."
"You're kidding?" asked Justin.
"No, I'm not kidding," said Sharon. "In fact the studio tour is on our agenda this afternoon."
"Oh my God!" said Justin, his penis clenching and dribbling more precum at the thought. "So, anyway, I am afraid to ask this question, but why are you showing me these devices and asking me about my penis?"
"Oh yes, I almost lost my train of thought. I'd like you to wear one of these until we get married," said Sharon.
"Oh my God!" said Justin again, incredulous. "My poor penis! I don't know how I could squeeze it into one of those little things for one thing. I hope those things don't cause injury. I have my whole life of marital bliss ahead of me, remember? My penis is rather an important part of our marital happiness, right?"
"Let's try one of the bigger devices," said Sharon, picking up a large one. "You'll be fine. We sell thousands of these things, and no one complains about them. Do you see those desserts on the table over there? I'll give you a taste of one of them if you agree to try it." Sharon picked up the plate with the other hand and brought it close to Justin's face so he could have a better look.
Justin's penis clenched again as he thought about his predicament. His beautiful fiancé was teasing him mercilessly in a sexual manner that was beyond anything he had ever imagined her capable of, and he was beginning to wonder how his penis would feel trapped in the metal device. "Okay, you win," he said. "I'll try it, but like I said, I don't know how we will get it on with the way my penis is feeling right now."
"Don't worry," said Sharon. "I've got it all figured out." She gave him a bite of pecan pie and then waltzed back out of the room, leaving him alone with his aching and oozing penis. After awhile she returned to the room with a large cup of ice from the freezer.
"Oh, no," said Justin, realizing what the ice was for.
"Oh, yes," said Sharon, pulling a piece of ice out of the glass. She positioned him with his buttocks against the table, and began rubbing the ice on his penis, balls and the hairy skin surrounding them. At first his penis refused to budge as it stood resolutely tall. After a couple of minutes of treatment, though, it eventually wilted. "Yay!" said Sharon triumphantly. Then she held the device's ring against his scrotum and prodded and pulled until his testicles slipped through the ring. Then she gently squeezed, prodded and pulled his penis so that it went through the ring as well. Finally, she inserted his limp penis into the metal cage and fastened it with a heart-shaped lock to the ring. Justin's private parts were secure. Sharon shook the cage gently so that Justin would feel his captivity and gave him a sultry kiss. Justin felt a bit dazed, as if he had just been wheeled out of an operating room.
"Wow, I don't know what to say," said Justin.
"You don't have to say anything," replied Sharon. "But now that your pants are down, I can't resist the urge to grab your buttocks," she said as she sunk her fingers into his backside. "What firm buns you have!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, God," said Justin. "My penis is going to be straining against the cage if you don't stop that."
"Okay, I'll stop," said Sharon. "I'll take you on the rest of the tour now, but first I promised you some more dessert." She gave him a big bite of pumpkin pie, and as he ate it, she undid his shoes and removed his socks. She led him out of the room and down the hall. She was still dressed in the red nightgown. He was still restrained with the straitjacket and the chastity device, but otherwise naked. Justin had a fleeting feeling of walking down a hall in a jail, despite the fact that her jailor was an adorable and scantily-clad woman.
Sharon brought them into a large room with video cameras on tripods and a hospital bed. "This is where some of the videos are filmed. Lie down on the bed, and I'll try on one of the costumes for you."
"Oh my God!" exclaimed Justin again, his penis starting to press against the cage at the thought.
Sharon returned to the room dressed as a nurse. She flipped on one of the cameras and aimed it at Justin. Then she walked over and said, "Justin, I know you've had amnesia and you can't remember all of the weeks that I've ministered to you here in the hospital, but something tells me that if I kiss you, you may start to remember our special relationship." She kissed him passionately, then paused.
"I'm starting to get my memories back, nurse," said Justin. "I think I remember you used to do something with a vibrator."
"Oh yes," said Sharon. "I'll go get it."
"Oh, God," said Justin, realizing she meant what she said. He watched her waltz out of the room in her nurse's outfit, leaving him alone with his hospital bed, straitjacket and restrained penis, the camera still recording every second of his predicament.
Sharon returned to the room, opening a box that held a fancy-looking vibrator. "I have to be careful, since your penis is still recovering from the operation," she said, for the benefit of the video. She drew a chair up to Justin's hospital bed and began applying the vibrator to his cage. "Too bad I can't operate the camera and do a close-up while I do this," she muttered, wistfully. Justin's penis pressed hard against its enclosure, helplessly trying to grow with mounting excitement from the stimulation.
Just then the door to the room opened, and Sharon's father walked in holding a gun.
"Daddy!" shrieked Sharon.
"Sharon!" said her father. "Oh, it's only you two. I see you've made yourselves at home. The silent alarm was tripped, so I came by to see what was happening. The alarm has been tripped accidentally so many times that the police don't even come by to check on the place anymore. I didn't realize you were here. Is Justin auditioning for a role?"
"Oh, no Sir," replied Justin, his face a bright red. "Sharon was just giving me a tour. Very impressive facilities you have here."
"Thank you, Justin," replied Mr. Thompson. "Well, I hate to interrupt your fun. I'll head back to the house. Remember to come by for dessert later!"
[The author of this story is also the author of Intense Restraint, a novel available on Amazon as a Kindle version or a softback book.]