He finally did it, finally got up the courage and finally followed through.
That is what he was thinking to himself as he sat in the drive through line waiting to order his dinner.

The buzzing voice of the cashier asking for his order, for the third time brought him back to reality.

He ordered a Large burger and fries with a diet soda , and a small milkshake. Today he deserved a milkshake.

On his way home a flood of ideas were running through his head, he felt anxious and happy, he was unable to control the thoughts. He had finally fucking did it , but what was he going to do next? He wasn’t sure . He took a fry out of the bag and ate it.

He finally got home. He greeted his dog , Barker. He always thought that was a clever name. He turned on the tv in the living room and then he headed down stairs to the basement with his food.

He had spent years getting the room in the basement just right , the perfect chair, the perfect soundproofing and the perfect table in the center of the room, the perfect restraints and now he finally had the perfect girl.

She lay there on the table, not crying or trying to scream, but with that uncontrollable whimpering anyone chained to a table would have. Her eyes tapped shut with shiny black duck tape, tape over her mouth. Her body nude.

He had chained her in the shape of a star, both arm out and secured to the table. Her legs spread just enough for him to sit in the adjacent chair that he placed just right so he would be able to look directly at  cunt.

He walked over and she knew he was there , she struggled just a bit but she couldn’t really move much. After all he had spent years perfecting the room. Perfecting this very moment.

He walked over and placed one finger between her breast, the other hand still holding the fast food. He slowly ran his hand down across her navel and down a little more until his finger was just perfectly fitting right between the lips of her pussy and the another finger. He slowly spread her apart appreciating the sticky wet snapping noise only a woman’s wet vagina can make, he leaned in and smelled her, he had waited so long to smell it. She was his and he didn’t need to rush. She was his and his alone, she wasn’t going anywhere. So, he stood back up backed up slowly to his chair, sat down and enjoyed his burger, fries and celebratory milk shake as he stared at her wet cold and afraid cunt and listened to her cry.

He finally did it, and it tasted so good.