0 comments/ 34338 views/ 4 favorites The Basement By: blakkatt We had bought the old farmhouse several months after I had moved up there. It was beautiful…sitting on 6 acres, surrounded by trees, two-story, wrap around porch, lots of windows and space, and a great basement that could be refinished for a number of things. It needed a lot of work, but neither one of us minded. Jeff and I both wanted to fix it up together. Our first nite, after we signed all the papers, Jeff brought home some wine and cheese and crackers; tossed some blankets and pillows in the car, and then tossed me in also. We drove the 45 minutes out to the house and not long after I got there he had the fire roaring and what we now refer to as our “bearskin rug” in front of it. The “rug” is a thick old blanket with a great big picture of a bear on it. It became a running joke between us, and there were many nights that we lay in front of the fire on that “rug”, talking, giggling, making love, or just lying quietly, enjoying each other’s company. I was still looking for a job, after I got there, and Jeff had some vacation time coming up, so we decided to spend two weeks, making a concerted effort to getting some of the house done. There was a lot of painting to be done, and still plenty of unpacking. He had some ideas about what to do with the basement, and was down there clearing things out in preparation of that, while I was upstairs in the kitchen one day, painting all the old cabinets. It was getting late in the afternoon, and I was finished for the day, and upstairs taking a shower. I heard Jeff come into the room and some rummaging about, and then he left again without saying a word. I wasn’t concerned, just thought he was getting some things out for his shower, so we could go out to dinner like we had talked about. As I was slipping into my robe, he came upstairs again, and wrapping his arms around me, pressed me against the wall and searched my eyes for a moment. “What is it?” I asked. He didn’t respond, just leaned in and softly kissed my lips. I slid a hand into his hair and kissed back, moaning softly in my throat when he glided his tongue over my lips, parting them and stroking my tongue with his. I could feel he was getting hard, and that excited me more. We continued to kiss for several minutes, with him making trips down my neck, and pushing my robe out of the way to bite and nibble at my collarbone and shoulder. I was starting to pant at this point, and tried to unbutton his shirt. He grabbed my hands and held them against the wall, while sliding his thigh in-between my legs and rubbing it against my crotch. I moaned, “What are you doing to me?” “Time for a little treat.” You growled in my ear, licking at it teasingly. “You have to do exactly as I say, no questions asked.” I looked carefully at you and swallowed hard. “Ok.” Was all I could say. Letting go of my hands, you stroked your fingers over my face, and kissed me one more time. “Do you trust me completely?” “Always and forever” I breathed. Sliding something out of your pocket, I caught my breath when I recognized the sleeping mask that I kept in my bag of toys. I realized that you must have found them at sometime during the unpacking, and blushed thirteen shades of red. You chuckled softly, and held it up for me to see. “I thought that this would be an interesting way to start things...put it on.” I took the mask with shaking hands, and slid it over my head, covering my eyes…I was blind. I jumped as I felt your fingers slide down my chest, between my breasts, and catch in the sash of the robe that I hadn’t had time to knot. I felt the sash slide open, and the cool air as you slid the robe off my shoulders. I waited for something else to happen, for what seemed forever. I knew you were still standing there, and I knew you were looking at me. I could feel the heat rise in my face again and a sob catch in my throat. I’ve never liked my body, and always tried to keep it as much from view as possible, even after all the time we spent together, at that second, I felt more exposed then I ever had. I flinched as your arms suddenly slid around me, and you whispered in my ear, softly comforting me, and I calmed down. “Come with me, I have a surprise.” You whispered, taking my hand and pulling me away from the wall. Walking when you suddenly lose your sight is a very disconcerting feeling. Even if you have wandered the same path over and over, you realize just how much you take for-granted, when you can no longer see it. I felt the floorboards under my feet, and was a bit surprised when you took me out of the bedroom and down the hall. “Ok….we are going down to the fireplace,” I thought to myself. I was more surprised when you took me down the stairs into the basement. You talked to me the whole way, never letting my step falter, but it was still nerve wracking, and I was excited in a way that I hadn’t been before. I slid my hand over the cool stone walls, on the way down to steady myself, and jumped when my foot touched the cold concrete of the floor. You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and didn’t say anything. I didn’t speak, didn’t know what to say, and just shifted my weight from one foot to the other, getting more nervous and excited. I trembled when you slid your hands over my waist, and down my ass, pulling me against you, and kissing me hard. All I could do was hang on to your shoulders and moan as you moved your mouth down one side of my neck and onto my breast, catching the nipple in your teeth, and biting, then sucking, then tonguing it before moving to the other one to do the same. I heard a metallic tinkling sound, and in the split second before you attached the nipple clamp I realized what it was. I gasped out loud, and caught my lip in my teeth, and groaned. Then I felt the cold chain as you slid it over my stomach and licked my other nipple again, before attaching the other clamp. “You have quite a collection of toys, Lindsey” you chuckled. “What else have you been keeping from me?” I stuttered, trying to get my mind around what was happening, “Nothing…err…I don’t know…” Two sharp smacks on my ass brought a sudden intake of breath, and a feeling that went straight to my pussy, making me moan out loud. “Oh my god, Jeff…what are you doing to me.” “I’m doing what you’ve been wanting someone to do for along time, I think…” You said as you moved behind me. I felt your hands slide across my ass, caressing where you had just smacked them, and move slowly up my sides, tickling me as you went before you slid them around front, cupping and lifting my tits, jiggling them, I could hear the chain between the clamps tinkling again, and leaned back against you, covering your hands with my own, trying to feel what you felt. Suddenly you dropped my tits and grabbed my shoulders, propelling me across the cold floor once more. I felt something soft underfoot, and realized that you must have put down some blankets or something, and stepped up on them. “Your collection was lacking in a few things, but I think I have added enough for tonight’s little adventure. From now on, we’ll buy things together, just like we’ll do everything else that we do together.” You had positioned me while you were talking to me, and took a hand in yours, raising it, and stretching it out from my body. I heard the buckles on the cuff, as you tightened it around my wrist, and was glad of the fur lining, when I tried to twist my hand. I started to try and push the blindfold off, with my other hand, beginning to go into sensory overload, but you grabbed my hand, and with several more hard swats to my ass, and a firm “Be still!” I let you buckle the other cuff. My ass was burning from the last round of swats, and I shook my head, trying to calm down a little. It seemed like all my feeling was centered on my burning ass, which was shooting feeling straight to my pussy, and my nipples, which were doing the same thing. You hands came up over my breasts again, fingernail flicking across the nipples, my moans and your quickened breathing were all that I could hear, besides the blood pounding in my ears. “I didn’t think I could do this,” you moaned against my mouth, before engaging me in a long breathtaking kiss “but now, I don’t think I could stop.” We kissed for several more minutes, and all I could think was how badly I wanted you to touch my pussy. I ached for it, burned for it, wanted to scream for it! But I knew you were controlling this situation, and nothing that I did would change the course that you had set. I pulled against the cuffs, and you laughed at me. I heard you moving things about, but you weren’t speaking, and I was going nuts trying to figure out what you were doing. I was rubbing my thighs together, and could feel the wetness, when I realized that you weren’t making any more noise. “Hmmm…we’ll have to take care of that too.” I felt your hand slide up the back of my leg, and another up the front, one set of fingers wedging in my ass cheeks, the other gliding over my moist pussy lips, parting them, and teasing me, my legs spreading, wanting more of you. Your hands slid back down over my leg to my ankle, and suddenly you were tightening a cuff around it also. “No!” I gasped, and tried to pull my leg away, but it was too late, and the cuff was on. You moved away and I felt my leg start to slide across the floor, as you spread me out. I tried frantically to stop, but you were always stronger then me, and it was a losing battle. I knew what was coming next, but didn’t know what to do about it. Once again, your fingers slid into me, making me groan out loud this time as you thrust into me with one finger, and slide your thumb around my clit at the same time. I shivered and threw my head back, hoping that you’d keep doing what you were doing. But the hands suddenly grasped my other ankle, and attached the last cuff. Again my foot slid across the floor, and I was more exposed then I’d ever felt in my life. You came up behind me and cupped a tit in one hand, and slide your other hand down to my pussy, not doing anything but applying pressure, making me grind against you. I could feel your hard cock, still in your jeans, but rubbing in the crack of my ass. I moaned again, and writhed in the cuffs. “Oh god….oh god….oh god….What are you doing to me?!!?” I shivered and leaned my head back against you. “I’m giving you what you want, katt.” You whispered in my ear, using the nickname that you were so familiar with. “If at any point in time, you want to stop this, just say ‘fury’, and it will all stop. Ok?” I nodded my head. “No, tell me that you understand.” I drew in a deep shuddering breath, “I understand…’fury’, I got it.” You walked away and I stood, waiting to see what would happen next. I felt the faintest of touches on my ribs and jumped, making the chain on the clamps dance as my tits bounced. Same touch on the other side and I jumped again. I realized that you had the feather that we sometimes played with, but this time there would be no protecting myself, and you were going to take full advantage of my ticklish nature. It stroked up and down one side, from hip to armpit, and I shrieked and giggled, pulling desperately on the cuffs that weren’t going to yield. “Nooooooooo!!! That’s unfair!!” I danced in the bindings, as you went from one side to the other. I was panting, turned on, tormented all at once. Then you slide it up the inside of my thigh, and I strained to pull my legs together, trying to find someway to protect myself, but unable too. I screamed in my frustration and threw my head about when you played the feather over my pussy lips, tickling, teasing, tormenting me to the point of no return. “Oh god!! Please…Please!!” I screamed and begged, along with many other incoherent words that I don’t remember. Suddenly it all stopped, and I sagged in the cuffs, sweat pouring off me, panting for air. I felt an ice cube at my lips, and sucked thirstily at it. “Here baby, lick on this for a minute….breathe.” You spoke gently too me, holding the ice cube so that I could lick it, that was replaced by another one as I calmed down, and my breathing returned to some semblance of normal. Then you took the ice cube and started rubbing it over my pinched nipples, making them throb and ache, freezing them to the point of pain, and then covering them with your tongue, making them burn again. I moaned again when you grabbed the chain and pulled on the clamps, stretching my nipples, the pain shooting down to my pussy, making it twitch. You kissed me, and I feasted on your tongue, drawing it in my mouth, sucking on it like I would never let it go. You groaned deep in your throat, and ground your hard cock against me. You growled in my ear, “I want to fuck you so bad right now, but it’s not time….there are still other things to do….other things to try. And I don’t think you want it bad enough yet.” I moaned listening to you talk like that, you were slowly sliding your finger in me again, and all I could do was hump against your hand, begging you to please make me cum. But you wouldn’t…..you just continued to tease. You moved away again, and I snarled in frustration, and jerked at the ropes. I could hear you laughing at my reaction, and then you were behind me again, something cool and slick on your finger as you worked it between my cheeks. “Relax katt, relax, I’m going to make you purr.” You started to slide a finger in my ass and I tensed up, but you kept talking to me, and working it slowly and soon it was sliding freely in and out of my asshole, then you added another finger, and I groaned, as I started to push back against you. I protested when you took your fingers away, but you replaced them with one of the larger butt plugs that I had in my bag of toys. Slowly you started to slide it in, I gasped and tried to relax as my ass stretched out around it. Moaning when it reached the biggest part, then adjusting to the fullness, as it slid past and my sphincter was able to close around the base. “Oh my god….I feel stuffed. Baby, you are going to kill me today, I just want you to know that.” I shook my head, trying to clear it, while you laughed at my comment. You moved the plug around a little with one hand, and then started playing with my clit with the other. I moaned and groaned, trying desperately to get your fingers inside of me, to make you do anything that would make me cum. “Please fuck me….Please! I’ll suck your cock for an hour, I’ll do anything you want…..Just please fuck me!!” “No, it’s not time yet.” You said, and you moved away from me again. I slumped in the cuffs and waited again. Suddenly you grabbed the chain and pulled the clamps again, making me shriek. “But I do want a taste of you….” And then you licked me slowly, splitting my pussy lips, and sliding around my clit with your hot tongue, driving me over the edge, and making me rock my hips against you, as you slowly licked me, back and forth, bringing me nearer and nearer the edge. “uh…uh…uh…Oh god yes, I’m going to cum….please don’t stop, please!” I moaned. But, just as suddenly as you started, you stopped again. “Noooooooooooooo!!!!!” I screamed at you. You stood up and kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on your tongue, and lips, I tried to grind against you, but you held my hips and wouldn’t let me. Then you whispered softly “It’s not time yet.” You moved around behind me again and I felt something cool, hard and silky slide across my ass. “Something else I added to the toy chest. Do you remember your safe word?” I took a deep breath, because I knew what was coming. “’Fury’, yes, I remember it.” As many times as I had fantasized about it, I had never actually done any of this, at least not to this extent. I knew that this was something far removed from what Jeff would normally do. He was a big man, and lovingly referred to as “Bear” by a lot of people. But he was a gentle man by nature and I knew that he was doing this for me. It was that knowledge, and the trust that I had for him that made me realize how much he loved me. Before he continued, he took the clamps off, one at a time, and I cried out in pain as the blood rushed back into my nipples. Jeff sucked and licked at them gently, turning the pain into pleasure that shot right back down to my already soaking pussy. Then he slowly slid a finger into me, then into my mouth. “Taste yourself….” I licked his finger and sucked it like it was a small cock, sliding my tongue over and around it, sucking all the salty juice off. He groaned as I did this and grabbing my head in his hands kissed me passionately, whispering against my lips, “It’s almost time.” Then he slid the blindfold off my face so I could see again, I found myself looking into his eyes, and melting as he kissed me again. “I love you so much,” I moaned against his warm lips. “I know.” Then he held up the wood paddle that he bought, smiled wickedly at me and moved around to the side. I held my breath and waited, I could feel my ass cheeks flexing around the butt plug that was still in place, like they had a mind of their own, and I had no control at all. Suddenly the first crack hit. My ass burned right across both cheeks, it hadn’t been hard, but it sure stung! Jeff waited, maybe to see if I would use the safe word, maybe just to give himself a minute to breath, maybe just because. Then the next one hit, just on the right cheek, a little harder then the first, the burning sensation moving through, and just as it was peaking, he smacked the left cheek. I gasped and could feel goose bumps breaking out over my body. SMACK! SMACK! In quick succession, one on each cheek I moaned and bit my lip, a couple tears trickling down my face, as he caressed each cheek gently, soothing the burning, then he thrust two fingers into my pussy and started to finger fuck me in earnest, rubbing my clit with his thumb, and making me howl. I threw my head back, reveling in the sensations when suddenly a volley of sharp smacks, each one harder then before took my breath away, and sent sensation coursing through my body. I couldn’t make a sound, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. My pussy was dripping, Jeff was still fingering me, but he was avoiding my clit now, and driving the frustration higher. Then he hit me again, this time from underneath, catching the curve of my ass cheeks, and the hardest smacks yet. I screamed, when I could breathe again, and begged him to fuck me, finish it before he killed me. He unbuckled the straps holding my ankles, then the ones holding my arms, easing my shuddering body to the blanket on the floor, he kissed me as I frantically undid his pants and shoved them down around his knees, wrapping my hand around his cock, and sliding it back and forth, feeling the hardness, the silky skin, brushing my thumb across the head and gathering up the precum that was there, I leaned back and looked at him, then sucked my thumb into my mouth and licked off all the juice. Jeff shoved his jeans off the rest of the way and launched himself at me, kissing and biting, as I reciprocated. Hotter then either one of us had ever been before. There were no more words spoken…none were needed. Jeff hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and guided his cock into my pussy, burying himself as deep as he could, then pulling all but the head out, doing this over and over again, increasing the tempo as he went, I reached down in between us and started playing with my clit, I was about to go over the edge, and I could feel him swelling inside me, and see from the look on his face that he was about to cum too. I shrieked as the first sensation hit me, the orgasm rolling up from deep in my body, taking my breath away, arching my back like I could draw him in me completely, slamming against him, feeling his balls slapping against me as his thrusting increased and with a loud growl he started shooting into me. The Basement My name is Joe; my girl's name is Maggie. I am madly in love with her and she is absolutely the best lover in the world, hands down. She is open to almost anything, orgasms and cums like crazy, and makes sure to satisfy her partner every time! We've had many adventures together, some real, some fantasy and I'd like to share this one with the readers of Literotica. Enjoy. Maggie has always had a dark side to her too; besides liking the standard hetero acts – oral, anal, and vaginal sex - she also enjoys some BDSM, as long as serious pain isn't involved. As a result of knowing these desires, I am always on the lookout for interesting 'opportunities'. I am fortunate to have friends that are into various kinky sexual things, including Master Steve (who has a basement full of devices and equipment). One day when he shared his particular sexual slant with me, an idea hit me. I mentioned Maggie and her BDSM fantasies to him and asked if I could 'borrow' his basement for an evening. Steve was completely agreeable and gave me a set of keys to the basement door and took me on a tour of his basement so that I could get ideas in advance. The windows were darkened, black and strobe lights were available, eye hooks were anchored in the ceiling studs, foot straps we located on the floor and other custom equipment was present including dildo chairs and restraining machines that positioned the body out spread-eagle, thus allowing complete access. Further, the cabinets were well stocked with lubricants, whips, riding crops, dildos, vibrators, ball gags, cock rings and other devices I had never seen! This was going to be fun. Maggie had no clue what was going to happen when I took her over to a friend's house on Saturday evening. She gave me a puzzled look when we entered via the basement door, but I wasn't talking. Helping Maggie down the stairs and into the basement, I quickly stripped Maggie's pants off followed by the rest of her clothes. She complained weakly, but her pussy was getting wet. Before she could react, I strapped her arms up to the ceiling hooks and put her feet into the leather floor straps, spreading her legs by 3 feet or so. A stream of complaints came out of Maggie's mouth, but I quickly put an end to that with a ball gag. I started caressing Maggie and whispering in her ear. "You are mine. You are vulnerable to me. You will do as I say, when I say, how I say. You are my slut." Turning off the main lights and turning on the black lights, I put some Goth rock on the CD player – the scene was complete. Struggle though she might, Maggie was unable to break the bounds that held her tight and could not speak. Wanting to calm her a little, I spoke in her ear and told her not to struggle and smacked her hard on her ass with my hand. "This is a reminder of what will happen to you if you disobey." I smacked her ass several times, causing the cheeks to turn pink. "Do you understand?" Nodding her head, Maggie understood. I then proceeded to run my hands up and down her beautiful body, stopping at her nipples to pinch and squeeze them. Obviously aroused by now, Maggie starting shaking as if she were close to orgasm. "Do you want to cum, slut? Do you want to cum hard for me?" Getting no response, I moved over to a cabinet and pulled out a riding crop and waved it in front of her face. Watching her widening eyes, I rubbed her crack with the crop, and whipped her ass saying, "I asked you a question – I want an answer." Maggie got the message and nodded her heard vigorously. "Too late now, you did not respond in time. Maybe later." Obviously frustrated, Maggie resumed nodding her head and moving it side to side as if pleading with me. Laughing, I squeezed her 36C tits and pulled on her nipples. She bucked and wiggled, trying desperately to cum. She would have to wait. It was my time to be satisfied. Stripping in front of her, I stroked my rock hard 7" cock in front of her face; because her legs were spread and since she was shorter than me by almost a foot, her face was about even with my crotch. I removed the ball gag and quickly inserted my cock into her mouth and began fucking her face. I was very turned on and knew that I would cum quickly. I fucked her mouth harder and faster and watched her pretty lips wrapped around my cock. The whole vision was too much for me and I spurted once into her mouth and the rest onto her face, caking her cheeks and hair with my seed. She typically didn't like to have cum on her face, but today was my way. I suppose I could have been nice and wiped her face off, but she looked sexy and slutty with cum on her face. Replacing the ball gag in her mouth, I picked up the riding crop again and started to smack her tits, thighs and ass. Obviously enjoying the pain/pleasure combination, Maggie started bucking and shaking again. I moved my fingers down to her thighs and pinched and caressed the inside of her thighs. Her pussy was dripping and I decided that her time had arrived. I took my fingers and plunged them into her pussy and was rewarded with a major orgasm. Her legs were shaking so bad I wondered if she would collapse! Stroking her g-spot, I moved to lick and chew on her clit at the same time. She loved this combination and kept cumming and cumming, soaking my goatee with her juices and filling my mouth with her sweet nectar. I was getting hard again and thinking about what I wanted next… Looking her over in the position she was in, I decided I wanted her ass. Needing to loosen her tight little ass, I grabbed some KY from the cabinet and worked it around and in and out of her hole. I slowly worked a finger and then 2 and 3 fingers into her hole, deeper and deeper, fucking her faster and faster. Cumming again and again, she was going to get my cock, like it or not. I moved into position and with one thrust drove my cock deep into her ass. God her ass felt great, gripping my cock like a vise, her body moving with mine – thrusting back toward me. The vulnerability added to the excitement for both of us, the lights and Goth music too. I fucked and fucked her ass harder as she came and came. Reaching around to her face, I ripped out the ball gag and listened to her moan and beg me to fuck her ass harder and deeper. I fucked for all I was worth, driving my cock as deep as I could, nearing a huge orgasm. Maggie's legs were quaking, her body was racked with orgasm, she was helpless and I couldn't hold back any more. I gasped that I was cumming and let loose in her ass, pushing my cum up into her bowels. I was completely beat and drenched with sweat. Maggie was on the verge of collapse, barely supported by the ceiling hooks and ropes around her arms. Moving to release her, I heard a voice over the music. "Not bad for a rookie – I enjoyed that show. But let me show you how its really done…" Steve had been watching the whole time, from a hidden observation area in the basement. He proceeded to teach us a lesson we would never forget, but that is another story. The Basement Her cunt was laid bare, he had made sure of that. Just this morning he had gently bathed her as she sat in the tub, told not to do anything unless told. He alternately washed every inch of her skin and then poured warm water over her soapy body, rinsing her clean, leaving her feeling soft and warm. The thing she remembered most was when he told her to raise her arms, one at a time so he could wash there. The feeling of his hands and the soap and the sponge on her tender underarms and the parts of her that were rarely touched stuck in her mind, how it had tickled and tingled, how he had paid so much attention to detail, making sure to clean every single pore of her skin. When he finished, he had her stand and toweled her dry, leading her to the bedroom. There, he laid her naked body on the bed on her back on the towel and went back to the bathroom. Lying there, she wondered what he was doing, and found herself getting nervous and a little excited, but soon he was back and to her relief (or perhaps she had wanted more, who knew, she had become such a whore under Him) he came back with a washbasin, a can of shaving cream, a wet washcloth, and a straight razor. The razor made her a little nervous. She was used to disposables, nothing like this. The blade was several inches long, gleaming, silver, and she knew, sharp as possible. Master wouldn't tolerate less. He sat between her slightly spread legs and simply said, "spread". She moved quickly, spreading her legs a little too much she thought, a little too eagerly. But then, that was what Master liked when she fully submitted, an eager, bushy tailed, wide-eyed slave, and that is what she was even now. She heard the hiss of the can and soon his hands were on the mound above her cunt, spreading the rich cream all over her pussy. She loved it when he touched her mons. She wasn't sure why, but there was something very dominating the way he did it which let her know she was owned. The muscles in her belly clenched up. 'Damnit', she thought, I'm already dripping wet and he knows it without even checking. With his expert skill with the razor, he swept through what little hair she had grown in the past couple of days on the periphery of her cunt, shaving her completely clean. He then took the time and gently took her labia in his hands and pulled them taut, one at a time, shaving them slick too, dipping his razor in the washbasin and wiping her clean with the warm washcloth. She was now completely and utterly bald down there, not a trace of hair and she knew he was very pleased with that as she caught him smiling at his handiwork from the corner of her eye. His hands all over her groin had stimulated her, but there was no more play. He then gently led her again to the bath, where she was dipped and all residual cream and shaved hair was rinsed from her entire pubic area, leaving her feeling exposed. She would learn that this 'exposure' did not even begin to describe what would happen later... Toweled off again, she was led downstairs to the dungeon. Really, this was just their basement, but once Master had gotten ahold of it, it had been fully converted into a den of depravity. Over the years, as money allowed, device after device had been added and installed. Several of each variety of whip, flogger, slapper, and crop hung on the wall. Whole boxes of sex toys, dildos, vibrators, even electrical equipment were lined up beneath them. Whole bags of clothespins, clamps, nipple stretchers, clit jewelry, handcuffs, anklecuffs, ropes, chains, and other instruments of torture and pleasure were lined up on a long table along the side wall where Master could get to them easily. A long steel table filled the middle of the room, modified with posts set on each corner, each studded with several D-rings for clamping, clipping, attaching, and tying off. As well, the floor was installed with several large D-rings as well, the kind that lift up so you can step on them when not in use without getting hurt. Yet, there they were, all accessible at any moment, and frequently they were. In the corner, her favorite, the cage he had made for her. Extra large, utilitarian, and lined with a layer of padding, it awaited her. She knew without asking that she was to go to it every time he led her down here, unless told otherwise. As she began to crawl on hands and knees (this was expected), towards the cage, Master pulled her short on her leash and shook his head. "No slave, not today. Today, I have something special planned for you." Her heart started in her throat. Her pulse instantly quickened, and damnit, her cunt was slicking up again. She really was such a whore for Him. It took almost nothing now for her to feel aroused. The simplest thing Master would say, the slightest touch, the most vague of innuendo, and she was immediately soaking. She couldn't help it. Everything he did and said to her made her horny and she was helpless to the feeling of surrender to it, accepting more and more that she really was his whore, to do as he pleased. The shame she felt when she thought of this type of thing unfortunately only served to make her even more aroused. Yes, he had done that to her. Turned her own shame, something she thought she owned, into a thing of pleasure. He had turned it on her so that even her humiliation made her wanton, almost greedy with lust... She was led to the steel table and the end of the leash Master had been holding was tied up above her to the post nearest her cage on one of the hooks welded there. She rested her ass on her heels, keeping her arms straight and down in front of her, her palms resting on the floor, her face toward the floor in the doggy "sit" position Master had taught her. Unless he specified otherwise, Master had told her this was an acceptable way to rest when she was on all fours (different from her 'standard position'), and today he hadn't said otherwise so she rested while she could, knowing full well she was about to be used. Most likely he would use her hard. He had certainly been in a mood to lately. At first he had almost scared her using her like that, like a ragdoll. No, he had frightened her indeed. Frightened her so bad her cunt actually ached. It was strange how he could be so gentle one moment and so rough the next. Strange and yet, so incredibly erotic. She could never predict what he was going to do next and she loved knowing that. It made her submission so much more intense, exactly the way she liked it and he knew it too. He knew so much about her, about the way her mind and body worked together. Somehow, he was always able to manipulate her to the highest levels of excitement, and increasingly with less and less effort on his part. Or so it seemed. Perhaps, inside, he was trying just as hard, but in different ways as he got to know her mind and body even better. Yes, that had to be it. She couldn't be that much of a whore, could she? He hadn't told her not to look at him, so she stole glances furtively, watching but still not wanting to be caught staring in case that might anger him. He was so purposeful in his movements. He so obviously knew exactly what he was doing and had all of this planned out to the letter. If anything, Master was meticulous and calculating. Though he could also be spontaneous, she knew that Master prided himself on his level of detail and his forethought. She could trust that she would be used in a series of exercises which would work her just the way he planned. Her cunt clutched when she thought of it and her stomach had a few butterflies flitting around in it now. Most of what he was doing she could see, but not all of it. She could see him taking down one of his favorite collars, a black medium thick leather collar with 3 rings, which could also be secured in the back too with the buckle there if so desired. From this, she knew right away there would be a good deal of restraint in order at some point. Her tit chain was taken out with a variety of weights which could be attached to it and with no further stimulation, her nipples started hardening. She loved it when Master used her breasts. Strangely, her breasts were like a conduit to her cunt. One touch, a brush, a pinch, anything, and her cunt was on fire. They were sensitive, and yet still she could not get enough of stimulating them. When Master used them she felt deeply submissive and in her place. He then turned so she couldn't see him and pulled several items out of a bag which she hadn't seen before. Master was always adding to his collection and she was always curious and excited about any new device he might have, but this was frustrating not being able to see. Surely he knew she was watching. He must... Lastly, he reached below the table with the items and pulled out a big plastic Rubbermaid bin where her dildos were kept. She watched him shuffle through them all, little ones, big ones, funny shaped ones, ones that focused on her g-spot (he had finally found that), others that were double headed, some which were curved to invade both of her holes simultaneously, and still others which were various combinations of realistic, very fake (but very effective), with balls, without balls, and then with a grunt he pulled one all the way up from the bottom. Oh god. No. Not that one. No Master, please not that one. A groan escaped her lips and he suddenly looked up at her. "Is there a problem cunt?" His eyes pierced hers. She shook her head. "No Sir, no problem at all." Her stomach contracted and a swarm of butterflies took off in flight. Her pulse quickened again, she could feel it in her neck and temples. He smiled. Fuck, he knows. She knew she was blushing. Scared? Ashamed? Horny? She wasn't sure. Master had made sure that they all mixed together into one wonderful stew and she was bathing in it. This was exactly where she wanted to be... As he turned around, although she'd seen it, indeed taken it into her several times before, she was still intimidated by its sheer length, its enormous proportions, and most of all its girth. It was by far the thickest and largest dildo Master owned. He called it his "fuckstick". Master loved that it had a suction cup at the base because he liked to stick it up in the bathroom or on the floor and make her fuck it like that. But he liked to save it for use on special occasions. She immediately knew that tonight was going to be unlike most days. No, she knew Master was going to work her over to the core of her being. She should have seen it coming. Master had seemed to be doing a lot of extra paperwork lately and he had been very insistent about her getting hers done as well by last night. She had thought they would probably do something outdoors. Master loved being in nature and they frequently spent time under trees, next to streams, under stars. And so it wouldn't have been unusual for him to surprise her by taking her somewhere nice. But, no, he had something far more intense and well planned in store for her. The butterflies in her tummy, which had just barely started to calm down, stirred again and she moaned softly when she realized it was only 10 o'clock Saturday morning. It was so much better when she was really worked up before he used that massive 'thing' on her because of its size. Every time but one he had done that for her, got her so coated in a thick haze of lust that she not only took it, but wound up enjoying it far more than she thought she would. She was still a little too ashamed to just come out and tell him, but it made her feel very base and dirty when he made her fuck this cock. It's size and power made it so crude and humiliating that it really brought the slut out of her. Perhaps that's why Master saved it for special occasions. There were certain nights when she became so whorish with it that she gave up trying to reason and just put her trust in him and went so utterly with it that it was an outright out of body experience for her. Master loved seeing her in that state. It made him feel proud of her and his training her and very deeply aroused himself, sharing that with her in his way. The one time he hadn't fucked her, or eaten her cunt as much, or used some other wonderful vibrating or suctioning masturbatory toy to arouse her enough before taking the giant appendage was when he was in a rough mood once. There were times like that, when Master treated her more like a toy than anything else. It was sort of a depersonalizing thing, and there was a deep and hidden part of her that loved that too, to be used as an object. It was very hard for her to admit, but there it was, the desire for it, nonetheless. She didn't like it to go forever, but for awhile it could be the most delicious sensation in the world. When he was like that, he was so vulgur and would make her choke on his cock until she was a giant wet mess, spitting on her, calling her the most vile and degrading names, making her gag and retch repeatedly, draining saliva all over herself, shoving his fingers down her throat until she heaved, spitting even into her mouth and making her swallow it (the only spit he would allow her to swallow). At other times, he would tie her up tight and whip her until she teared up, even smack her face a bit and slap her breasts silly. She got so aroused when he got like that. The actual heat of it in her cunt was intense and she loved that feeling. But he had made her get on all fours before him, with her ass high up in the air and her cunt pointed at his face and he had penetrated her with that THING with only a little lube rubbed on it almost absent-mindedly (thank god for that) before anything else went inside her that day. It hurt immediately and she moaned and whimpered and tried to pull away but he kept fucking her with it mercilessly, holding her in place. Of course, in time she began to feel overwhelmed, and perhaps because of that she gave started to give into it and was swept into the moment, her cunt eventually radiating, sloppy with cuntslick and her own hips now making it fuck her after she had asked his permission to impale her cunt herself, so that he could watch what a whore she was. My god, how could she say something like that to another human being? How could she let herself go so far like that? But she knew. It was simple. He was her Master and she could be anything with him. "Look at it slave," he said. And with that, he slammed the suction cup base of the giant dildo onto the metal table with a BANG! She winced, but did as he told her and watched as it rippled and wobbled from Master's force. It was so enormous. It had to be 2 feet long and almost as big around as her fist. It was black and covered in thick veins. Master liked it like that. He loved to tell her to "fuck that black cock." She remembered those words clearly and they rung in her head now, as she knew what was to come. "Good girl. See how big it is? You're going to stand over that cock with it between your legs, and you're going to squat down until it's in as deep as it will go. And then I'm going to make you work your clit while you fuck it and I watch from every side. You will continue to fuck it until I tell you to stop. Is that clear whore?" "Yes Master, crystal clear Sir, thank you Sir." Those last three words were hard to get out, but she hoped they might buy her the tiniest bit of mercy. "Good. But first, I have a few surprises for you." She was relieved to hear that. Master was not going to make her take it first thing again. This wasn't going to be so bad. She calmed herself down a bit and began to relax. She would find later that there was absolutely no reason for her to do that. Master had such evil things in mind for her that day as she would soon find out... "Stand." She immediately stood up, hands automatically going behind her back, as he liked, making her immediately more vulnerable. He walked over to her and touched her belly, caressing it in a small circular pattern. The feeling of his warm hand there made her shudder and he smiled when he saw her do it. "Yes, slave, I can see in your eyes that you know. Today is going to be a very long day for you. Stand still." She froze and watched him as best she could, trying to keep her head down while still taking in everything he did. He walked over to the wall next to where he kept their toys and reached for the handle on the crank there. The crank was connected to a chain which went from the crank diagonally up to the center of the room, where it was fed into block and tackle, a pulley system he installed months ago which left the remainder of the chain hanging down into the center of the room and a large metal hook at the end from which he could attach whatever he desired. He lowered the hook down a few feet and locked it in place at the crank. "Keep your hands behind your back cunt." His words were simple enough, but the way he said them with such solemnity, put another tiny thrill in her whorehole and she was embarrassed to feel a tiny bit of moisture at the top of her inner thigh draining from her cunthole. How was it possible to actually leak pussy juice from your cunt? Wasn't that just some bullshit they wrote about in porno magazines? And yet, it was happening to her, now... The thought only made her feel even more like a whore since it was so obvious that she had to be incredibly turned on to get to that stage. The fact that she was already this aroused even now deeply humiliated her and she blushed again, this time thankfully without him seeing. Or so she thought... His hands took hers and began expertly attaching her large, padded, thick, black leather wristcuffs. She knew what he was up to immediately but that knowledge didn't help her since she didn't know what he would do with her once he was done. The cuffs were made so that a thick chain connected them together and were heavily reinforced to be extra strong. "Arms over your head and together," he said. She'd done this before and so she quickly put her hands alongside each other high above her head. He then took her hands and guided them into the correct position, looping the chain connecting them over the hook and made her stand still like that. While he walked the short distance back to the crank, her stomach tensed and she took a deep breath. This wasn't going to be easy. It sounded like a jackhammer, the crank was so loud in the sealed up room. He had adjusted it so that he could apply minimal effort to lift a great deal of weight, but the price of this was that the crank was slow, and so it seemed like an eternity before the hammering sound slowed. As it continued, she felt herself being slowly lifted up. Her body was fully stretched out now, her muscles falling slack but for her arms as she was pulled toward the ceiling. She quietly thanked him to herself inside that he had spent so much time making sure the pulley would support several hundred pounds, making it safe to be used with her in so many ways. She found herself standing on tiptoes as the crank continued. Ever so slowly she was lifted, lifted, lifted, and now she was completely strung up, her feet finally leaving the cold floor. She loved this feeling, of surrendering like this, of feeling almost like a piece of meat hanging up for him to use. She was deeply aroused now and let out another soft moan as he came up behind her and roamed her naked taut body with his hands. They were everywhere, all over her. He was loving this, she could see that. His cock bulged in his pants as he walked around her, caressing every inch of her bare body. "Such a pretty girl, strung up there like that for me." She loved it when he called her a girl and of course when he told her she was pretty and she began to feel very floaty and warm now despite the slowly building pain in her arms. Now he was behind her, milling about in the equipment. She couldn't see him and it always made her nervous when he did that so consciously. He knew it drove her mad and enjoyed it. She was sure he made extra noise and stayed back there a little too long just to do that to her. The Basement I'm slaving away in my office basement, where I happen to work, my own office having flooded 2 weeks ago and everyone knows repairmen are only myths and don't actually repair anything. Suddenly, the lights go off...I curse under my breath, stupid old building...crappy repairmen myths, might as well call Harry potter to fix the piece of crap brownstone. I blindly use my hands to guide myself towards the exit, guiding myself by the bookshelves on either side of me. Hands, strong hands, clamp over mine, a warm body pushes me against the bookshelf, hard. I freeze, it must be Jeremy, he's always pulling lame pranks like this... Jeremy, if you want me to suck you off say it, don't make me stumble in the dark... I could hurt myself. The person behind me doesn't speak, he presses me harder against the bookshelves and whispers, scream and you're dead. I'm scared now, too afraid to even move as I feel warm, moist lips move to my neck and begin to kiss it, reaching in front to grab my breasts, squeezing them hard, so hard it hurts. I let out a small whimper. Shut up! I close my mouth as his continues to kiss my neck, my back, squeezing my nipples and twisting them until they stick out. I know it's a him now, and I know it isn't Jeremy. I can feel his pulsating member sticking into my lower back, he is huge. He is rubbing my inner thigh, pulling up my skirt. He rips off my flimsy thong (a gift from Jeremy) and grabs my dry... wait a minute...it's wet...I am practically being raped here and it's wet?? Pussy. Flicking a finger across my clit until I feel it swell, he slowly inserts a finger into my throbbing hole making me gasp as my body pushes back against his finger. I quickly make amends by pretending it didn't happen and flatten myself against the shelf. I close my eyes and enjoy it for a brief second before trying to get him off. He doesn't speak, but I hear a zipper open and can feel the skin of his bare cock pressing against me, I whimper and try to duck under one of his arms but he grabs me and slams me at the opposite wall. My head is spinning and I am disoriented, suddenly I feel hands parting my legs and before I can do anything a huge cock is rammed into my pussy. Crying out in pain I close my eyes and steady myself against the wall as he hammers his massive dick into me. He grabs my head roughly and spins it around, straining my neck as he kisses my mouth roughly, preventing me from screaming any more. A tear rolls down my cheek from the initial pain as I feel him maneuvering me away from the wall. His dick pops out of my throbbing pussy with a wet sound and I find myself wishing it were inside again, I move towards him blindly before I feel myself being pushed backwards onto a chair. I try to get up but my legs are spread as I feel a tongue on my swollen clit, flicking across it I shudder and open my legs wider, closing my eyes as the tip probes my hole. Going in circles around my tiny asshole. The tongue stops and my pussy is cold, I feel something hit my face and reach up, realizing it's the monster cock. A hand grabs the back of my head and pulls my hair, suck it. I reach out with my tongue and gently flick it across the tip, then I take the head and slowly slide it into my mouth, sucking on it like hard candy, rolling my tongue around it in circles before the hand pushes my head so the cock goes into my mouth as deep as it will go. I gag before letting my throat open, the cock slides in another two inches before I feel the balls on my chin, breathing through my nose I let Him, whoever him is, move my head back and for the like a blow up doll. My head is released and I am lifted from the chair, just to find myself on the desk on my back. My legs are thrust open as the huge cock once again penetrates deep into my middle, I can feel every inch of it in my tight pussy as I lift my hips to meet his eager thrusts, I can't control myself and let moan after moan escape my lips before I feel his hungrily kissing mine. I cum as his tongue wraps around mine, as he nibbles on my lower lip, my screams of ecstasy drowning in his mouth. And yet he continues to thrust into me, harder and faster than before, rubbing my soaking clit as he does, bringing me to the brink again before I feel him shudder as he cums inside me, his hot cum exploding in my middle is enough to make me cum again, screaming into his mouth. We stay like that for a few minutes, just breathing into each others mouths before he steps away, popping out of me and leaving me with an empty feeling. I'll be back tomorrow he whispers as he leaves me on my desk, legs spread wide with my juices and his cum beginning to drip out of me. Before the lights come back on, I rub my pussy, full of all that delicious wetness and make myself cum once again. I can't wait until tomorrow. this is my first story, please comment. The Basement ((There is no sex in this chapter)) Chapter One: The battered, rusted Nissan coupe pulled unimpressively around the circle drive, making itself increasingly well-known among the higher double and triple grand vehicles with each indignant putt of the engine. I sighed in a familiar, defeated way, putting the clutch in neutral and shutting it down before climbing out. I tossed the keys grudgingly to the smirking valet and tried to gather my dignity back with each step to the entrance. No point there though considering what I was here for, I quipped venomously to myself. I'd heard about the rather infamous Basement club from a friend of a friend of mine who'd slyly encouraged me to look into it once he realized I'd been scrounging to find a job after quitting my last. Basement was a prestigious boys only club that was based in the Kovsky Estate, boys only besides the female staff. It was twenty-one plus for all members, for obvious reasons. Tonight was their first annual convention of the year, where they would recruit new members and new staff. The friend of a friend, who wasn't really my friend, was a club member already, named Damian. With his connections to Basement, he'd set up an appointment and reserved a place for me tonight before I had barely uttered my agreement. I waited patiently in line before I reached what looked to be a posh bouncer with a clipboard who stared me down intimidatingly. "Morgan Allistor?" I tried, the statement coming out more of a question than I intended. He made an approving grunt and marked something off, then proceeded in stamping my hand and sending me through. As soon as I stepped into the marbled-out foyer, servants of sorts bustled around, taking my coat, handing me a flute of Champaign and sending me through a wide threshold that led to what appeared to be a ballroom. There was a section of circular tables with about five seats to a table and place card on each plate. I repeated my name to one of the waiting staff who looked at the seating chart and led me to one of the front tables near the low stage. Off to the left of the tables was an open bar and mingling area that seemed to be the busy spot in the room. I left my glass next to my plate so that I could remember where it was and made my way to the bar; some hard liquor might be good for the nerves. The attire was formal but even so, I could spot the recruiters in the crowd; men in pitch black Armani suits and cool gazes. They carried loose clipboards around and occasionally would pull over one of the female guests and take her into what I assumed was a side room for her interview. I leaned languidly against the bar, waiting for my order of straight vodka on ice, trying to inadvertently use my curves to my advantage. It was working, I could tell, seeing the men glance at me appraisingly. I'd dressed tonight in a simple tight black, sheath dress that fell just passed the hips and had an artfully cut top with lace lining. My legs were dressed in thigh-high transparent black stockings with a just-barely visible garter set and completed with sleek, four inch black pumps. My hair I'd flat ironed for the event, which was annoying but gave it a refined, shimmering quality as it swayed just below mid-back. It was a dark brown color, so dark it may as well have been black; that was theme obviously. All dark and mysterious, but I also knew I looked killer in black. My eyes stood out, a luminous green framed in thick lashes and pale skin. "Morgan!" Someone called excitedly and I turned to see Damian weaving his way towards me, a large grin splitting his face. He was just about my height with curly gold hair and the air of someone with money. I hadn't realized how relieved I was to see someone familiar, even if I didn't particularly like him, until the weight had been lifted. "Hey Damian, I have to say, I'm pretty impressed with the spread," I waved my hand around vaguely indicating the Estate. "Yeah, it's all pretty impressive at first. But when you get the job you'll practically be living here so you'll get used to it." He leaned against the bar with a predatory look. How had I gotten myself into this? "If I get the job," I corrected, taking a sip from my glass. He rolled his eyes. "You'll get it," he spoke confidently. "I'm not even sure I want it." "Having second thoughts? It is a lot to take in, you're right." "Yeah," I sighed a bit helplessly. "I've never done anything like this before, it's... unnerving. I'm not sure if I'm ready for it." "You'll do great," he argued playfully, running a hand down a length of my hair. I stiffened at the touch. "I don't fit in with this scene." He laughed to my surprise and annoyance. "This," he gestured around, "Is just for show. The real club is nothing like this. It's a specialty club, you realize, not a normal one – we cater specifically to... different needs. And the pay is great." "The pay is great – almost too good to be true," I conceded thinking about the six digit figured salary I'd be starting with. All my worries would be over, all my debts and loans paid off. It was enough to make me even consider this line of work. One of the black suited men approached us just then. "Morgan Allistor?" I nodded and he spun off without another word, expecting me to follow. "Good luck!" Damian called with a grin, watching me as I quickly hurried to catch up. The noise of the convention room died down considerably as we exited into a side hall I hadn't been down yet. After a ways of seemingly endless hall, all I could hear was my shallow breathing and the brisk clicking of heels. The suited man paused abruptly in front of a nondescript door and opened it up for me. "After you," was all he said, his tone clipped and indifferent. I paused a bit breathlessly before putting on my best poker face and walking through the door. It was not what I expected, it was a lot worse. The lighting was low and one long table stretched out horizontally across the large office. Behind the table sat five men, all large and imposing but ranging in age. They sat facing me as I entered, watching, judging. There was no one else and the door behind my heel clicked shut. I froze for a moment, a cold sweat breaking out along my lower back before taking a deep breath and walking to sit in the single, steel seat. A long moment of silence passed, a moment thick with tension, before the middle man in the third seat, a middle aged roguish looking one, spoke. "Morgan Allistor?" he inquired already knowing the answer and scribbling something down on a paper sheet. I ached insecurely to see what he'd written. I breathed and smiled pleasantly. "Yes, sir." There were a few grins, small lip lifts shared between the men at something. The roguish looking one continued; a light playing in his strangely brown, yellow irises. "I'm Daniel Kovsky, owner of the estate. It says here on your resume that you have a BFA in performing arts, specifically contemporary dance?" I nodded in consent. "And your last place of employment was Herald's Dance Studio outside of Poulsbo as an internship. You are twenty-two, five foot eight, never been married, and single. You have never worked as an exotic dancer before or in this industry. You've never ran in with the law and you're a US citizen. You understand we've done a full background check on you as well as your closest family?" "Yes sir," I replied immediately feeling a bit unnerved. "So tell me, Morgan, why are you interested in this job?" The command his voice held made me feel as though I had to tell the truth and the words came spilling out. "I don't know. I've been in between jobs and when my friend, Damian, referred me to the Basement I was a bit apprehensive. The money plays a big part but it also feels... right. Like I'm drawn to it. Sir." "Very good. And as you should be aware, we cater to many different tastes. Here is a list, a contractual agreement, of what you will be willing and not willing to do." He pushed a sheet across the table toward me, just barely, so that I had to lean across to retrieve it. Heat rose in my face as I settled back down. "Take your time," he murmured, leaning back in his seat and steeping his fingers. I gazed over the sheet, a check list of sorts. I began checking off, as the top directed, everything I'd be willing to do. Five minutes later, with a bit of hesitation, I signed my name at the bottom. I raised my eyes a bit shyly as I handed the paper back to Mr. Kovsky. In return he handed me another stapled stack which involved insurance, discretion, privacy policy, etc., which I preceded in signing three times after reading through it. "From here on," Mr. Kovsky paused, looking through the stack of papers that I'd just handed him, "You'll be working Fridays, Saturdays, and Sundays – twenty-four seven. The girls all have their own dorms of course, but you'll be expected to spend all the weekend here. Eleven hour shifts from six pm to eight am but you'll still be on active duty all the time. When you step through my door, your name will be," he paused, peering at me intently, "Emerald Dae." He continued to write that name down and I almost laughed at the cliché-ness of it. He handed me a schedule with more information, then asked, "When can you start?" "Whenever you'll have me, sir." Emotion broke through for the first time on his face, a large, wolfish grin. "Tonight, then." I walked back into the convention, a pit building in my stomach. Damian found me almost as soon as I stepped in, interrogating me with questions. He didn't seem surprised that I'd gotten the job, congratulating me with a lingering, unwelcomed hug. Soon after, people began taking their seats, so I hurried with that excuse to Damian so that I could escape. My table filled with men I didn't recognize though the table across from me had the four men from the interview room – the fifth, Mr. Kovsky, taking the stage. There was about two hundred guests' altogether. "Good evening," his smooth, low voice echoed through the room as he spoke into the microphone, the only prop on stage. An eerie hush settled over the crowd as they leaned forward eagerly. "We've had a successful night," he smiled, "fulfilling the Basement's members' quota. Five new members, making a total of thirty. Congratulations to the following men: Brian Butte, Conner Reilly, Horace McMann, Ian Fischer, and Blaine Riker." Applause filled the audience, an excited energy filling the room. One man, probably one of the ones mentioned, pumped his fist in the air. "For those who tried out to fill the positions and were not chosen, we are grateful for your interest and time and wish you the best of luck next year." He scanned the audience mischievously. "And now for the ladies." The audience cheered with much more animation, taking a few moments to quiet down. "We have selected four lovely new women to join the Basement. If you would please take the stage as I call your name: Layla, Holly-Ann, Regina, and Emerald Dae." I walked to the stage in a daze, taking my spot in line with the other girls. Mr. Kovsky grabbed the microphone and walked toward us, now holding a box which appeared to contain bracelets. "Each of these bracelets," he explained to us and the crowd, "Mark you as different types of staff depending on what you signed for." He started with me, since I was nearest. "Red, Yellow, Orange, Blue, Green, and Purple for Miss Emerald Dae." He handed the thin jeweled bracelets to me with quick efficiency. "Blue, Green, Purple, and orange for Regina" Regina was a caramel skinned women, looking like a mix of Hispanic and African American maybe. She had luscious curves and waving brown hair, though a bit shorter in stature. "Blue and Green for Holly-Ann." Holly was a petite, tan, thin blond with full pink lips and lush blue eyes. "Blue, Green, Purple, and Yellow for Layla." Layla was another blond, but her hair was straight, long and thin – more pale than Holly's strawberry blond. She was also model height and thinness, with angular features and slight upturned nose. Once Mr. Kovsky was finished with that he sent us back to our seats for which I was grateful. The men at the table were now looking at me with clear interest and I tried my best to ignore them with aloofness. "Blue for vanilla sex, green for role play, purple for performance, yellow for exhibitionism and voyeur, orange for group sex, and red for BDSM and nonconsensual sex." He smiled into the microphone as he explained. "Now we will begin our bidding on the new lovely ladies for club members only. First up; Layla! Bidding starts at fifty points." Layla easily cleaned up around 200 points. I wasn't exactly sure how the point system worked but I was sure I would figure it out eventually. From what I could tell each of the thirty members got points for donations, payments, among other things – which they used in bids or other events like this. Holly ended up with a 120 point bid even though she had all those really iconic good looks. I knew right away I didn't like her though, much preferring Layla who seemed a bit more refined and yet less materialistic. Holly's excessively gaudy clothing and jewelry didn't help. Regina I was still unsure about. She looked like one of those girls you wouldn't want to get in a fight with, who maybe had a little too much attitude. Nonetheless, she racked up a nice 400. Then Mr. Kovsky laughed into the microphone – a bit unexpectedly. "And Emerald Dae won't be up for bidding because we all know I don't need to bid." Some of the men in the audience laughed at this but there were quite a few disappointed mutterings. The audience applauded appropriately when Mr. Kovsky wrapped things up, wishing everyone a good night. I clapped a bit dazedly, the full impact of tonight's events not hitting me yet. That was, until a hand slipped onto my thigh, squeezing and biting with nails. It was one of the men from the table, to my right, who gazed hungrily down at me. He looked to be in his late thirties, with thick head of silver hair and handsome square face. His lips curled into a snarl and his mild features shifted into something animalistic and frightening. "I'll have you tomorrow," he growled into my ear, his breath hot on my neck and his hand crawling up my thigh, pushing my dress farther and farther up. "Donovan Craig, you remember that name." I nodded meekly, swallowing hard and keeping my eyes lowered – I didn't want to look into his beady black ones. A rumble of silent laughter shook his body. "Submissive, I like that." "Craig!" Someone – Mr.Kovsky – snapped from just a few feet away from our table. He must have exited off the stage and been coming back to his seat. Donovan pulled himself away from me immediately at the chastising. Dinner was served in three courses after that, but it was entirely uncomfortable with the men at the table. Their conversation was pleasantries and I got the feeling they didn't really know each other either. People flew in from all around the country for this convention, so that was no surprise. "Where are you from, Emerald?" One of the men asked politely though I doubted he actually cared. I was just a high-end prostitute here – there was no pretty way to say it. And only high end because prostitution was illegal so they had to pay us well. "Seattle but I moved to Poulsbo after graduating from Cornish College of Art." This actually seemed to spike his attention and we finished the last two meals having a pleasant conversation about the art college and being a dancer. Turns out Keegan, the younger man I was talking to, had gone to Cooper Union in NYC for some design degree. When the meal finished, I found Mr. Kovsky behind my chair, holding an arm out for me. I stood uncertainly, slipping my hand into the crook of his elbow and saying my farewells to Keegan, whom I actually enjoyed conversing with. Mr. Kovsky didn't say anything to me, just towed me along as he went to mill with important guests for the next half hour. I stayed obediently silent but attentive as I found some of the conversations interesting. Finally, Mr. Kovsky seemed done with the group and led me out into the foyer and up the grand staircase that split in two around the entrance to the ball room. "How was your evening, Emerald?" He inquired with hushed tones, the sudden drop in noise making his voice loud. "Surprising," I murmured, thinking of Keegan, the other girls, and everything I'd just experienced. "And yours, Mr. Kovsky?" "Surprising, as well," he smiled down at me as he led us through winding hallways all the way to the back of the house. "I recently employed a girl who agreed to red, orange, and yellow. Not very common you know, especially for someone with no experience in this field. What was going through your head?" "Indifference," I stared straight ahead. "I'm willing to do whatever someone wants me to do." "Why?" I sighed a little, wondering how to explain. "I had an affair with my last employer, the Herald of Herald's Dance Studio. Against my will at first but I found I liked it. I like... pleasing." I looked up at him with a confused expression. "Out there it seemed wrong but here... I feel much more accepted." Mr. Kovsky nodded at this, holding open a door at the very end of the hallway for me. I smiled and walked through, finding myself in the master bedroom. It was modern and clean, with a low King sized bed against the back wall – with a velvety white bedspread and pillows and cherry oak box frame. There was no extravagant canopy or anything cheesy which I liked. Just simple things, like a nightstand and a lining of low hanging lamps along the back wall. Against the deep brown painted wall was a huge photograph, hanging just above the bed, portraying a deep green forest. The front wall that the bed faced was made completely of glass, giving a fantastic view of Olympia State Forest and Black Lake. It was all modern and nature-esque at the same time. There was a small stage off to the side in the cavernous room as well as a Jacuzzi. Everything fit in with the theme though and I gave the interior designer here kudos. "And yet you were apprehensive to take this job?" Mr. Kovsky continued as I inspected the room. He stood close behind me after having shut the door and locked it. One hand slipped onto my bare shoulder, the other slowly teased the zipper of my dress down. "I've never done something like this before," I shivered at his hot touch, staring wide-eyed out the window. "You'll like it here if you like to please," he murmured into my ear, slipping the dress fully off me and letting it pool on the floor. He turned me around, looking me up and down with a slow smile. "Beautiful." The Basement Apartment We had shed our clothes and stood naked facing each other in the living room of my studio apartment. We were 20 then and it was the best my body ever would look. Denise's body hadn't changed since the first time we had gone to bed, and it wouldn't change much over the next 17 years of courtship, engagement, marriage, parenthood and, finally, estrangement and divorce. I write this now more than 40 years later trying to remember every detail of that body, her straight, near-black shoulder-length hair, piercing brown eyes, the full lips of a sultry Italian beauty, her full, pale-skinned breasts tipped with big, light-brown areolae, a hint of a tummy, full - again - hips and what she herself proudly called model's legs. She was dead right. And to complete this picture of vibrant, sensual womanhood was a lush delta of black, curly hair where those legs met, concealing the tender fleshy trap she had laid for me when we were in high school and I was a hormone-crazed boy who she could walk on an emotional leash because she allowed me to touch her sensuous body, thrilling me in a way I'd never experienced before and haven't often felt since. My Roman goddess. I reached for her shoulders and ran my hands over them toward her smooth neck. I held it gently while I drew my face toward hers and she closed her eyes - shame on me, I'd almost forgotten about those long black eyelashes - and let her mouth open ever so little while I leaned in, my eyes also closed, and pressed my mouth against hers. We started breathing more heavily and I took my hands away from her neck and ran them down her gooseflesh-rough arms, stopping to grasp her long fingers before sliding them down to her hips and holding them tightly while my penis began to push against her pubic mound with its garland of hair scratching gently against my now-hardening cock. I'm 5'11" and she is 5'10", at 20 she weighed 155 pounds, bringing her just shy of Amazonian dimensions, and I had to bend my knees slightly so I could reach around her and run my hands up and down her perfect white ass. Her skin could have been velvet and her buttocks felt like the most pliable, soft pillows you could ever hope to sleep on. I gripped each butt cheek as my solid dick seemingly willed itself to slide from uncomfortably being pressed down and strain its way up until it wedged itself flat between my lower abdomen and hers. This exposed the underside of my shaft and the delicious friction coaxed the first droplets of cum out of the tip. I pushed my hips against hers, our lips still pressed together, and drew her even closer with my hands on that butt just with enough flab to make her a real woman, my real woman, not the false goddesses in Playboy, Penthouse and the fashion magazines with their Barbie doll bodies and snap-on, snap-off Barbie heads. Then I whispered to her, "Sit," and she backed up a step until her calves touched against my sofa and she sank down onto the cushion, giving her hair a quick toss that made her breasts swing from side to side. The lights were off. A fragment of light from a streetlight glowed faintly through the window of my basement apartment, the glow muted when I drew the curtains closed. Denise had taken up her cunnilingus position, leaning back on the middle section of the sofa, left leg extended and resting on the right section, left foot on the floor, legs apart. I knelt between her soft thighs and took in her aroma, a musky odor with a suggestion of the whiskey I had just started drinking. Placing my hands on top of those thighs, I leaned in, extended my tongue and flicked it against her hairy mound, pushing it further until it found her vulva already moist with anticipation. I kept my hands on her thighs and let my tongue do the exploring, pushing against her labia majora and thrusting farther until it found her even wetter labia minora and, then, the magic place - her clitoris, a little fleshy button catching the hint of light still coming through the window. Up, down, left to right, right to left, circling it, pressing hard on it as Denise tensed her legs and whisper, "Ohhhhhh ... God ... Jim ...God, don't stop ... uhhhhhh ... my God ... mmmmmmmhhhh. You're eating me ... ohhh." I drew my head back to take a breath. One of her pubic hairs had gotten stuck between my front lower teeth but I left it there, expecting more the longer I ate her. As I leaned in again I took my hands from the tops of her thighs and rested them against her inner thighs, using two fingers on each hand to gently draw apart her brownish-pink pussy lips and thrust my tongue into her pink, meaty slit. In, out, in, out. I knew that in a moment she would pull herself up onto the sofa and lie still while I mounted her and my throbbing dick would take over. And I knew had to keep that moment from coming too soon because once inside her, my 20-year-old self would have transformed itself into the 17-year-old who spurted cum inside her after no more than 10 seconds. My tongue had found its way back to her slick red clitoris when I heard the scratching sound of rustling leaves. And I heard a voice, then another voice. I looked up at the window and saw the silhouettes of two people, guys my age, I suppose, who had been able to watch our lovemaking through the gap where the cheap curtains hung, and with just enough light so see the guy and the babe. "Shit," I mumbled as I jumped up, paced across the room and pulled the curtains tight as I watched the silhouettes quickly walk away down the alleyway between my apartment building and the next. I turned back to Denise and my heart began to sink: Not only were we interrupted, we were being watched. She was still lying on the sofa when she said, "I hope they liked that." I shrugged and said, "I'm sure they did." "Sit next to me," she said. I sat and she put an arm around me. "Wasn't that kind of exciting?" "Being watched? Not at that moment," I replied. "But, yeah, if it had been us watching would you have wanted to keep watching?" "Maybe. But I don't think they would have shown us anything we don't already do." "Maybe. Let's go get something to eat. In the morning we can take the bus to Kmart and get a better pair of curtains. Then when we put them up we can go back to our wild monkey sex." "Okay. That was exciting but I don't want to start drawing crowds." "Me either. I don't share my Roman goddess with anyone." This memory persists and the pain and misery of our ultimate failure as a couple has dulled to the point of being forgotten. Those eyes, that hair, those nipples, that skin. Memories of passion, a flame that burned white-hot within a couple of foolish kids. The Basement Ch. 01 This is the next series that follows up on the 'Being A Good Wife' saga that can be found in the Group Sex section. Please read that first, Thank you. RT. ________________________ In the days that followed our night with Jared, I would find myself daydreaming of what I had done and what would happen if it were to ever take place again. What did he mean by "Having fun with me". I hadn't told Rick a thing of what Jared had said and did to me. I fantasized about the pain I had enjoyed while Rick was fucking me, but it wasn't the same. It had been a week and a half now and I had heard nothing. That night as Rick and I were having dinner, he told me that Jared was going to be house sitting at his Uncle's place out by the lake for a few days and we were invited to come up for the weekend. He told me that Jared said it was lonely up there by himself and his Uncle's 2 dogs, it was a big place, plenty of room, had a pool, free food, free beer (pass on the beer), etc, etc, etc. He then said that He and Jared had talked about maybe the three of us having fun together again. Here it comes I thought. "Is that the real reason you want to go up there, so we could get nasty again?," I asked. He replied, "Yeah, kinda. If you don't want to we don't have to Rach." "No no. I do want to, I've been thinking of asking you if you wanted to do it again. I just wasn't sure if you did. I mean isn't it hard to watch me having sex with another man? I don't know how I'd feel seeing you with another woman." He said, "No babe, It was fucking hot as hell watching you like that. I love you and I loved watching everything you did babe. It turned me on to see your pleasure and was glad to give you an experience like that. Who do you think thought it up?" My jaw dropped open, "What?" "That's right. I had talked to Jared about how we had come up with some people we were willing to get together with, and I told him that he was on our list. He was interested and we came up with the idea of him coming over. The plan was to get you a little drunk, then put some porn on and see what happens, and that's just what happened." "You fucking pervs, What the hell? You could have told me." "So what about this weekend babe?" I thought for a sec, then said, "Ok, lets do it." We finished dinner and spent the rest of the night in bed. I couldn't wait for Saturday. It was late September and was unusually warm for this time of year and was going to be hotter this weekend. I decided that I was going to make use of the pool and get some late season rays, so I bought a new bright red bikini for the occasion. A nice sexy string type to show off maximum skin. I packed it in my overnight bag along with a couple of tops and short shorts, clean panties and the see-thru white lace teddy I was planning on wearing for the festivities. On Friday I went to the salon and added a wax job to my usual manicure & pedicure, I wanted to be nice and smooth for the weekend. Saturday morning came. We had breakfast, got cleaned up, and hit the road. It was a nice sunny morning and it only took an hour to get there. We followed Jared's directions and pulled into a gated driveway. Jarred buzzed us in and we pulled up to the house. House my ass, it was damn near a mansion, lol. Big columns out front, and all the trimmings. His Uncle must be loaded. I asked Rick what he did for a living and he replied that he didn't know. Jared came out and showed us in. What a place. He led us up to one of the guest rooms, hell, it was bigger than our own bedroom complete with its own private bath, classy. He gave us a tour of the house and we met the two Toy Collies of his Uncle's, nice dogs. We had a small lunch then went into the giant living room which had one hell of a home theater system with the largest big screen TV I had ever seen. Soon the guys had found some fucking football game on espn. So I said, "Ok, if you guys are going to watch this shit, then I'm going for a swim. Plus I remember the last time us three watched football together." We all laughed at the last part. I went upstairs to change into my new bikini, Rick hadn't even seen it yet. I chose red cuz its his favorite color, aren't I sweet? I grabbed my baby oil I had brought and went back down to ask for a towel. I strode into the livingroom, my attire drawing their attention away from the game. I asked Jared if he could get me a beach towel if possible. He said, "Sure Rachel, back in a minute." Rick eyed me up & down and said, "Damn babe, you look so fucking hot in red. Is that new?" I nodded yes and asked if he liked it. He said, "Hell yeah I like it." I spun around to give him the full view as Jared entered the room and whistled at me," I like it too Rach, very sexy babe." He threw me the towel and said I could go down to the pool from the deck just behind us. Rick said they would join me a little later and I went outside. I did about four laps up and back (I was on the swim team in school), then exited the pool and went to the lounger where I had placed my towel & bottle of baby oil. I quickly toweled off, noticing how clingy my suit was went wet. I grabbed the bottle and oiled myself up. I reclined on my back for a while, then rolled onto my belly. I undid the tie behind my back and let the sides fall beside me. I took a glance up at the house and could see the guys standing at the glass doors looking down at me. I just turned my head the other way and smiled. It was getting to be quite hot and I could feel the sweat bead up & run down my back. About 15 minutes later I heard the guys come outside & make their way down the wooden deck stairs. I raised my head and said, "Hi guys. Finally get bored of the game?" They each took a seat on either side of me, beers in hand. "Yeah, we decided to come out here and keep you company babe, and get a closer view too," Rick said. I asked for a volunteer to oil the spots I couldn't reach on my back. Jared piped up that he would and Rick told him to go for it. Jared stood over me and let the oil drip out onto my back. He began to slowly rub it in to my warm flesh. It felt so good. I so love back massages. Then he ran the bottle up one leg and down the other. He started rubbing the calf of my left leg and worked his way up my thigh to the bottom of my skimpy suit. He did the same for my right leg stopping at the insides of my thighs right next to my now tingling pussy. Then he asked "That good enough Rachel?" and I hummed an uh huh in response. He then took his seat, hoisting his beer as he did. I looked his way and could see his hard-on straining against his trunks. After a minute or two Rick asked Jared if he was ready to hit the water since it was so fucking hot out here. Jared agreed, stood up in front of my face, and pulled his trunks off, giving me a good view of his semi hard cock and his muscular ass as he dove in the pool. I heard a second splash as Rick dove in also. I looked and saw his trunks lying beside his chair too. I forgot to mention that the pool was surrounded by a 12 foot high wooden fence. Only someone inside the house could see into the pool area providing us some privacy. I took this opportunity to sit up and undo the tie around my neck and removed my top, placing it on the table next to me. This brought some hooting from the guys and I told them to grow up and act like they had seen tits before. So I decided to have some fun and was going to fuck with them. I put my shades back on and grabbed the baby oil, squeezing it all over the top of my chest , letting it flow down and over my tits. I had been to the tanning booth a few times topless, but had never had natural sunlight on my titties before. As I rubbed the baby oil all over my tits my nipples got hard and I began to moisten. The guys had gathered at the side of the pool watching my hands slide over my shiny tits. I pinched my nipples, stuck my tongue out at the guys and lay back with my hands outstretched over my head to catch some rays. This was fun. The guys swam for a few before climbing out to sit back down with their beers, taking in the view of my oiled up naked torso sweating from the sun just feet from their reach. As I saw them gazing at me I took this time to bring my knees and feet up spreading my thighs wide open, teasing them even more. Neither had replaced their swim trunks and I could see their cocks begin to grow as I squirted some oil on my thighs and rubbed it in. My hands rubbing on my open, slippery legs got me even wetter and I could feel my juices begin to saturate my bikini bottom, making a growing dark spot I knew they could see. Everything got quiet as my hands met in the middle at the edges of my suit. I ran one finger up the length of my pussy over my suit, moaned once and lay back down, legs splayed wide open, my pussy quite visible thru the fabric. Jared said, "Damn Rachel, you horny or what?" Rick told me how sexy I looked and I just said, "Thanks you two, glad I could help." Rick said, "Well how about helping us now?" I said, "Calm down boys, its early, let me get some sun on my titties for a while, finish your beers and we can play in a bit." Things were turning out different than I had expected. By putting on a show it seemed that I was in control. I was soon to find out just how wrong I was. After about 20 minutes I decided I had better not risk burning my never before exposed tits. Besides, the heat was making me sweat so much that the oil was running off of me, and I was extremely thirsty, not having brought something out to drink with me. I suggested we go back inside and said I needed to shower up as soon as possible. Jared said, "Whatever you want sexy lady." Rick said, "Ok babe, it is fucking hot out here, Jesus." I saw no reason to replace my top so I grabbed it, the baby oil, and my towel. The guys grabbed their stuff and I headed for the deck, pulling my bikini bottom out of the crack of my ass. Jared called out, "Hey Rach, wait a sec, lets go in thru the basement. There's a shower down there just for that reason." "Ok" I said and followed him and Rick towards the basement door. We stepped inside into a small hall with an open door to each side and a closed one at the end of the hallway. I looked in the door on the left and saw what looked to be a community shower, four shower heads just like a gym would have. Now I knew why he suggested coming in down here. We were to shower together. We each dropped our stuff on the bench and stepped into the shower. The guys were totally naked but I left my bottom on. This was nice. They stood next to me, Rick in front and Jared behind me. They took the soap and lathered me up, front and back. Rick on my tits, Jared doing my back. This was wonderful having two sets of soapy hands running all over my body. Rick had me spread my legs a bit as he lowered his hands to my mound, cleaning my inner thighs and rubbing against my pussy as he did. Jared's hands had come around and replaced Rick's on my tits and began to kiss my neck. I was getting more turned on by the minute. I rinsed myself off and told them now it was my turn. I lathered up my hands and grabbed a hard cock with each one. I stroked their shafts up and down with my slippery hands, drawing moans from each of them. I really didn't want to fuck on the shower floor so I said "Ok guys, all clean now" and turned off the water. We stepped out and dried ourselves off with fresh towels. I said that before anything I needed something to drink. They said they did too. Jared said, "Follow me, there is a fully stocked bar down here." Rick said, "Cool." We followed Jared down to the end of the small hallway, he opened the door and we stepped thru. Everything was dark. Jared closed the door behind us and flipped on the lights. I stood dumbfounded and said "What the fuck is this?" End of part 1 The Basement Ch. 02 Hi, the original chapters 2 & 3 got rejected as too graphic, so I redid this to include the description of the basement and to lead into chapter 4. Thanks, Rachel. * * * * * "This is my Uncle's play room," said Jared. "What the fuck do you mean play room?" I said. "Oh, didn't I tell you? My Uncle runs a bondage website, he makes films down here then sells them at his site, pulls in some serious cash. Where did you think this house came from?" Rick piped in with, "Cool, awesome dude." I was shocked. I had watched one bondage video with Rick and thought it was sick. They had tortured some girl to tears. She kept screaming from the obvious pain they were putting her thru. Rick had mentioned tying me up a couple of times, and it sounded like fun, but after seeing that vid I told him no fucking way. He never mentioned it again, but I knew he still looked at bondage porn on the internet. I surveyed my surroundings. Directly across from us was the bar Jared had mentioned. It was quite large and had 6 stools lined up in front of it. There were also two small round tables with chairs in front of the bar stools. And there were two large couches that for some reason were facing outward toward the side walls. I looked up and there was a large wooden beam running from one wall, clear across to the other side. There were about a dozen chains hanging from it. There looked to be some kind of pulley system holding the chains in three different places along the beams length. There were metal rings fastened to the beam every few feet. Right in the middle of the room was another wooden beam running from the upper beam to the floor. It had another length of wood attached to it about shoulder high so it looked like a cross. It too had metal rings and chains attached to it. I looked to my right and there was an area against the wall that had pads on the floor and what looked to be two large padded pieces of wood attached to the wall in the shape of an X, complete with about ten metal rings. The wall surrounding it was also padded. Lining the wall between the X and the bar were shelves full of every dildo and vibrator known to man. There was one bookcase full of what appeared to be leather harnesses and various leather straps, all were covered with shiny silver rings. Hanging from rows of hooks on the wall were one large whip and two smaller ones. About a dozen various floggers (as I was to learn what they were called later), all different lengths and colors. Under those was a shelf full of lots of collars and wrist restraints. In the corner were two metal rings attached to the wall at floor level and two more about 7 feet above the floor, all with chains attached. I followed the cross beam to the left. Directly underneath it up against the left wall was a large bed with very tall wooden posts at each corner. Attached to each post were two chains, one high and one low. There was another chain hooked to a ring on the wall directly centered at the head of the bed, there was no headboard. Also hanging above the bed was another one of the pulleys with two chains hanging from it and two large mirrors. Just to the side of the bed was what was shaped like a coffee table, but at regular table height. It too was wooden and was covered by a blanket and also had the requisite chains attached at each leg, There were four chairs surrounding it. And the cameras. There were Video cameras high up on the walls in each corner and in the middle of each wall, even one behind the bar. There were three larger ones mounted to tri-pods surrounding the bed. There were two more on either side of the cross structure in the center of the floor and one more in front of the X. There was one suspended directly over the bed and one hanging down in front of the X. There were enough bright lights in here to light up an airport. They were giving off quite a bit of heat too. A big screen TV was mounted to the wall behind the bar. Even though this was a very large room, I knew from the layout of the house that there had to be more space down here. I saw the door behind the bar and asked what was behind it. Jared said that it led to a series of specialized rooms for different needs, what kind of needs I didn't want to know. So here I stood in just my bikini bottoms with two naked men in what for all practical purposes was a torture chamber. I didn't like it. My horniness went away and was replaced by a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Having sex down here was out of the question for me. I said, "Ok guys, you two might like it in here but it gives me the creeps, no way are we doing anything down here, lets go upstairs." Jared said, "That's fine Rach, let me grab a couple of beers and fix you a drink and we'll get out of here." Rick said, "Hold on a sec babe, I want to look around down here for a minute. I've never seen anything like this before." I reluctantly agreed and I took a seat on one of the stools and Jared went behind the bar. "Just for a few minutes but that's it," I said. Jared handed Rick a beer and he went to check out all the stuff on the shelves. I nervously sipped my Black Russian and gazed down, not wanting to look again at all that I had seen. Rick had made his way over to the bed and said, "Hey Rach, imagine what fun we could have on this." I glared at him and said, "I don't fucking think so ." He said, "Damn babe, just joking with you." "Well, don't fucking joke about shit like that. You know I don't go in for this shit so just shut the fuck up about it. Hurry up so we can go." He made his way back to the bar, stopping to pick up a pair of hand cuffs from one of the shelves. I asked what the hell he thought he was going to do with them. He said, "Maybe we can bring them upstairs with us." "I doubt it," I replied. "Aww Rach, just for a little bit?" "I don't know, maybe." "Here, just try them on for a minute." He bent down to kiss me and placed the cuffs around my wrists, closing them in front of me. Jared came around the bar and stood behind my stool, reaching around to play with my breasts. Having my hands locked together laying in my lap added to my arousal as the guys kissed and caressed me. It had only been about 15 minutes since we were playing in the shower so it didn't take long to get all tingly again. Rick stood me up as he kissed me and Jared's fingers found their way between my legs, softly rubbing against my suit. Rick dropped his head and took a nipple in his mouth. I was moaning softly as they worked my body. They took this opportunity to plead with me to play down here first, telling me that they would not hurt me, they wanted to pleasure me, to play with my body. I was conflicted but agreed on the condition that they would stop if I said to and only for a little while. They led me to the center of the room. ****************************** They had chained me to the cross. My wrists were bound with leather and were pulled out to my sides, connected to the rings at each end of the wood. My ankles were bound and hooked to rings on the floor, spreading my legs open. My neck was in a steel collar connected to the cross and that with a belt they had looped around my waist held me firmly in place. They had left my bikini bottoms on. I glanced at the cameras facing me. Jared said, "Good, you noticed the cameras. We are going to make a little video today called 'Rachel's Tits', I think you will like it as you are going to be the star." Jared came out from around me and went to one of the cameras to adjust it then said, "Ok, ready to roll." They each grabbed a swatch of fur and began rubbing all over my body. Rick had started at my shoulders and Jared at my ankles. The soft fur felt wonderful as it slid across all my curves. It especially felt nice on my nipples. Jared had reached my thighs, massaging each one as he moved further up. The sensation of not being able to move against my restraints was slightly worrisome but I felt safe with these two men. Rick started kissing me again as Jared's hand squeezed into my ass. He then slipped between my legs and rubbed it's softness along my suit covered slit. I was getting wetter by the second. Then Rick slapped my left tit with his hand, not real hard but enough that it stung a bit at first. Then he covered it with the fur again. He slapped my right tit and followed with the softness as well. He alternated slapping and soothing them for the next few minutes. Just enough pain and pleasure. Meanwhile Jared had taken to slapping my ass cheeks in much the same manner. First a sting then a fur covered caress. He now moved the fur back to rubbing my pussy as he slapped my ass. I was grunting with each slap of flesh while grinding into Jared's hand. I had never been spanked or had my titties slapped before and with not being able to move it all had me gushing. Rick said, "I think she likes it." Jared replied, "Yeah, I think so." Rick asked me, "You like this babe?" I moaned, "Yes." "Good, spank her a little harder now dude. Ok Rach?" "Ok," I said. Jared began swatting my ass harder, leaving red hand prints as he did. He was working at my clit thru two different fabrics with his other hand. Rick reached down and took a nipple in his free hand. He pinched it hard between his thumb and fingers, pulling and twisting making me yelp just a bit. Then he replaced his mean fingers with his warm mouth, kissing and licking my red nipple before repeating the steps on my other nipple. This went on for a few before Rick twisted one of my nips really hard causing me to scream out for him to stop. He did. Damn, that hurt too much. He said he was sorry and Jared suggested that we move to the bed. End of part 2 The Basement Ch. 03 There were two full size mirrors above me. Each set off from the crossbeam and angled so that I was able to see myself chained spread-eagled on the big bed I had seen earlier. There were leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles. They were each attached to the lower rings on the bedposts. My bikini bottoms were still on. A ball gag was fixed in my mouth. There was a wide leather collar around my neck. Fastened to either side were chains that ran to the bottom side rails. Helping to hold my head in position was some sort of harness that was connected to the wall behind my head. I could only manage to move a few inches in any direction. I glanced to the right and saw a table full of toys. All kinds of vibes and dildos. All sizes and shapes. A few appeared to have electrical cords attached to them. The only thing to the left was one of the large video camera's. I couldn't lift my head enough to see, but I imagined there was at least one more of the large camera's at the foot of the huge bed. There was a camera mounted to the beam directly centered above me and one on the wall behind and slightly higher than my head. I was to find out later that each bed post had its own tiny camera mounted in side them about halfway up. These were angled at 45 degrees inward to gaze right up each outstretched arm or leg. One other thing I hadn't noticed when I glanced this way this afternoon was a flat screen TV facing downward from the crossbeam. It was all black now. What the hell was there for? So someone could watch American Idol while being tortured? I studied myself in the mirrors. My nipples were still slightly red and sore, but they seemed to be ok. My tits showed a few streaks of red but otherwise felt fine. I stared back at my reflection. I could hear the guys chuckling as they approached. They came into view to my right, between the bed and the toy table. They each had another beer with them. Damn I was thirsty. Jared set his down and picked up a remote control. The red lights flashed to life on the video cameras. He pointed it at the horizontally mounted TV and it flashed on showing the image of me from the camera on my left. He flipped thru all the various views the cameras afforded him and settled on one of the two that were focused on my crotch from the foot of the bed, one high, one bed level. He chose the high view. The cameras did a good job of catching the reflections from my sweaty skin. So much for American Idol. Rick asked, "How you feel Rach?" This was my first go round with a ball gag, so I just grunted. "We are going to have fun tonight. All for you babe," said Jared. "Yeah, all night of playing with your pussy," said Rick. "We are going to see how many different ways and times we can make you cum." "We might even fuck you a few times too." "Ok. Lets get started on 'Rachel's Pussy Pleasure'," said Jared. Jared brought the remote with him as he came around to my left side, getting into a kneeling position at my waist. Rick knelt at my right. Their weight had caused my body to pull against its restraints, they had done a good job of securing me. Rick had begun to massage my right leg just above the knee, Jared did the same with my left. They moved slowly and tenderly up my legs. I was determined to ignore them. But I couldn't ignore the image on the screen of their muscular hands working my outstretched thighs. I shut my eyes. I felt their fingers move closer and closer to my pussy. Then they stopped. I felt two sets of lips along the string parts of my bikini bottom trailing kisses on my soft skin moving to each knot of red string at my hips. I took a peek at the TV and watched as they undid my bikini with their teeth. I felt the first tingle of arousal and did my best to ignore it. I still wasn't sure if I liked this situation. Jared sat up and went back to massaging my inner thighs, this time with both hands. Rick licked his way along the red string to the center of my bottoms. He kissed me lightly all over down there, pushing down the fabric slightly as he did. I closed my eyes again and thought about the pain I had endured earlier. Jared had his fingers up against the edges of the narrow material of my now loosened bikini, rubbing and squeezing gently. I had to concentrate more to stay in control. I was just going to lay here. "C'mon Rachel, relax, enjoy this," said Jared. No response. Rick sat up and said, "Ok, we'll just have to try something else" Rick got up and turned to the table. He climbed back next to me with a purple colored vibrator. A short one, only about four inches long and very slim. He bent down over my open thigh and turned it on. Jared began kissing and sucking on inner portion of my left leg. I opened my eyes to see the buzzing vibe being placed over the length of my pussy thru my bikini. As much as my brain ignored what was happening, my body began to react on its own. Dammit. The buzzing on my lips and hood were waking up my pussy, which hadn't had any attention in 3 days. I could feel myself getting wet. After a minute of this Jared ran his fingers against the fabric alongside the vibe. He could feel the dampness. "Hmmm, she's getting wet man. Look, her suit is getting darker," Jared said. "Good," said Rick. I still had not moved nor made a sound. Rick slid the vibe up and ran it up and down against my clit, drawing it out. I could feel the warm flow of my juices begin to soak my bikini. Jared's fingers pushed the wet fabric into the opening of my hole. This was too much for my attention starved pussy. I was starting to cum whether I wanted to or not. My body began to shake as my muscles twitched. It took all I had to keep my hips from grinding away. I shut my eyes hard and bit down on the ball in my mouth as I had my first ever silent orgasm. Rick said, "Damn Rachel. Why are you fighting this? Enjoy it babe." Jared asked him for the vibe and began pushing it against my opening, pushing the fabric inside ahead of the vibrating tip. He said to Rick, "Check this out. Betcha never did this before." "Did what?" "I'm going to stick this in her pussy thru her bikini. Gonna stuff them in her pussy." Jared reached under my ass and pulled the back triangle of my suit free of my ass. My pussy had my bottoms soaked thru and thru. He turned the vibe up a notch and pushed. I could feel the cloth covered vibe enter my pussy. I stole a look at the flat screen as the top portion of my bikini flopped down over his hand, showing my erect clit. This was different. I had never put any panties or anything like that inside of me. Jared pulled the vibe back out, gathered some more fabric and more of my suit disappeared inside of me. My eyes were locked on the screen as my bikini filled more and more of my hole. I watched as all of it but the strings were deep inside me. Jared began to plunge the slim vibe into my cloth lined pussy. Rick licked an index finger and lightly flicked at my clit. I thought again of my sore nipples. I moved my gaze to them in the mirrors, trying to ignore my quickly approaching second orgasm in five minutes. I could make out how red they still were. As I stared at my nipples I saw them grow hard as I neared release. I had never seen my body go thru an orgasm before. Now I had a full view of my shaking belly and thighs. I could see my body writhe and pull against the chains as the waves rocked out from my pussy. I could hold it in no longer. I let out a low moan as I came with my bikini stuffed deep in my exploding pussy. The sight in the mirrors was unreal. It was like seeing myself thru someone else's eyes. As hard as I had fought against it, I was getting turned on. End of Ch. 03 The Basement Ch. 04 Rick said, "I'm gonna eat her like that." Jared grabbed the remote and switched to the low level view from the foot of the bed. He zoomed in. My pussy filled the screen, slick and puffy. A tangle of red hung from my lips. My clit proud and erect, ready for more. My eyes locked on the screen as I saw Rick's tongue move towards my hood. He ran his tongue up and down my clit. It felt wonderful. I was transfixed by what I saw on the screen above me. I had never seen a view of myself like this before. It was highly erotic. I watched as he spit on my lips, then greedily licked them clean. I began to moan. Jared noticed me gazing at the screen and said, "Well, well, well. You like looking at your pussy like that don't you, another nice surprise." He was right. I liked porn like anyone else. But the sight of watching my body quiver and shake and now seeing this close up shot of MY pussy being licked was very intense. It was like watching some kind of surreal virtual porn video where you could feel what you were seeing. But this was real and it was me I was watching. I watched and felt Rick suck my clit into his mouth. I could see the insides of my thighs twitch. Rick flicked away as he sucked harder. I could see my ass lift off the bed as I came. I felt Rick continue to work my clit and watched the convulsions on the screen as I felt my insides ripple. I grunted and stayed focused on the screen as best I could. Rick pulled away and I saw my pussy twitch for the first time ever. What a turn on, it's like my face was in between my legs, inches from my crotch. I melted as my body shook. Jared said to Rick, "She likes watching herself dude. Lets give her a show." With that, Jared's fingers came into view on the TV. I was still feeling some aftershocks from my latest orgasm as I saw/felt two fingers push their way inside my bikini bottom stuffed pussy. He wriggled them around inside me for a minute. He then withdrew them and rubbed them up and down against my lips. He took each lip between his fingers and rolled them gently, pulling slightly. Just the way I like it, mmmmm. He moved his other hand to my opening and slid three fingers up in me. His other fingers continued to tease my slick lips. I watched this unfold on the screen and could feel the warmth spread over my body as fresh juices began to flow. The primal feelings of being both an exhibitionist and a voyeur at the same time was intense. Thoughts of this afternoon faded. The combination of sight and feel was too much for me to fight right now. Jared's thrusting fingers disappeared from the screen. A second later they were under my nose. I took in the musky smell of his wet fingers and moaned again. How I wanted to taste them. And as if he had read my mind, he stuck them in the corner of my mouth. I licked and sucked his fingers clean. Jared asked," Do you want some more of your sweet pussy Rach?" I grunted, "Uh huh" He had stopped playing with my labia and had moved next to my clit with his one hand as his other came into view. His fingers snaked into my hole again, touching my still enveloped suit. They came back out and entered the other side of my gagged mouth an instant later. I went to town on them. Jared said, "Damn Rach, you really like that don't you. Have you ever eaten another pussy?" I grunted out, "No." "Well, you should try it some time." I said nothing Watching other women cum in porn vids had always turned me on. I had thought about it once or twice, but the situation had never presented itself Jared's fingers came back into view on the screen He placed three inside of me and began to give me a nice finger fucking, rhythmic and deep His other hand began to work my quivering clit once more. The view had me mesmerized again. I arched my back as best I could against the chains. The sensory overload was too much as I watched/felt his fingers pump in and out while he slightly pinched my clit. The waves hit me again. I couldn't keep my eyes open for this one, it was to much to take in. Jared released my clit but kept finger fucking me thru my spasms. Rick said, "Yeah baby, that's it, cum again baby. Do it, do it." I could only grunt. I opened my eyes as I felt the guys climb off the bed. I looked in the mirrors. I could see my chest heave as I tried to catch my breath. My body shiny from my sweat. My eyes darted to my pussy. Larger than life, staring down at me, red strings dangling. I had never been so turned on. The visualization effect hadn't been counted on. Jared joined Rick to the right of me, each grabbing their beer. Rick said, "Lets finish these while Rach takes a quick break." Jared replied,"Ok. Damn, I'm hard as a rock, hahaha." "Me too," said Rick. As I relaxed it occurred to me that neither one of them had emptied their balls yet today. I knew I would be getting fucked shortly. I needed it. I wanted to see their cocks piston me on the flat screen. God, where was this coming from? They headed for the bar. I was alone in my thoughts. Should I forgive them for hurting me earlier? I wasn't sure yet. I had been so pissed. Yet now I had just had four orgasms in a rather small amount of time. The last two being intensified by seeing myself close up on the screen. I was going over these thoughts as they returned. Rick said, "We need to get those bottoms out of her so we can use some bigger stuff." "Yeah. What do you want to use first?" "Lets try that one first." I saw Rick pick something up and place it on the bed beside me. In the mirror I could see that it was a flesh colored dildo. It was fairly large too, larger than either one of the guys cocks. But nothing I couldn't handle. Jared said, "Lets get that suit out of her." Rick came around to my left this time. They both reached between my legs. Their fingers appeared on camera. They each grabbed a hold of the two lengths of string and began to pull. I felt a weird but nice sensation as my swim wear was being tugged from inside me. The first of the fabric appeared on screen. It pulled at my lips as it emerged, pulling them outward. Once more the visualization along with the feelings were making me flush with warmth. I stared at the screen as more and more of my bikini trailed out. It looked to be thoroughly soaked. Sticky and covered with my secretions. They had pulled it clear now. Rick asked, "Do you want us to open up your pretty pussy so you can see what we get to see?" I groaned out a "Yes." "Ok babe." They each straddled a thigh and moved their hands into camera range. Rick slid two fingers in side of me while Jared put my lips between his thumb and fingers again. Jared spread my lips wide for me to see. Rick inserted two fingers from his other hand. He pulled on my sides, opening up my pussy for the camera. I could feel myself get wetter as I gazed at my open hole. Rick pushed in a couple more fingers and stretched me wider. Jared pushed back my hood to expose all of my erect clit. I could see inside myself in full digital quality. I moaned. Jared's hands disappeared and I saw him pick up the dildo thru the mirrors. The Large head appeared on screen. Jared rubbed it the length of my pussy, getting it wet. I had never used a cock shaped dildo before. I had always used vibes. It looked to be some kind of latex or something. With Rick holding me wide open Jared slid it inside of me. It felt awesome, almost real. Much different that the hard, smooth plastic of a vibrator. I watched intently as Jared slowly fucked my pussy with this large cock. Rick removed his fingers to give the fake cock my pussy to itself and held my lips apart for me to see. My lips were almost purple now, my clit a bright pink in contrast. Rick began to rub my nub with his forefinger as Jared fed the fake cock deeper and deeper inside me. I began to tremble again. The sight of my lips being pushed in and pulled out with each thrust was too much for me. I jerked against the restraints and rattled the chains as I came once more, my pussy gripping the dildo filling my hole. Jared held it still as I bucked against it, gushing all over it. This was unreal. They had opened a visual fetish that I didn't know existed in me. My body belonged to them. And they weren't quite finished with it yet End of Ch. 04 The Basement Ch. 05 They left me alone on the bed again, same as the last time, finishing their beer's and retrieving another, giving me time to recuperate. I heard Rick say, "Let's use this one next." "Do you think she can handle it?" "We might have to work it in slow, but I think so." I shuddered. Jared said, "Ok. Lets bring this one too." This one too, oh shit. Now I saw what Rick held in his hand. It was the biggest thing I had ever seen. It was a shiny, jet black dildo. It looked to be at least 12 inches long and was as thick as my arm. My God, I wasn't sure if I could take something that huge. If I could it would be the largest thing I'd ever had by far. I watched as Rick lubed it up. Jared used the remote to run thru the views again. He settled on the camera mounted to the wall behind and slightly above my head. It showed a great view of my bound head and my chest, looking down toward my outstretched legs, just as if you were standing behind me. Here was yet another angle of me I had never witnessed before. My firm 34 B's were shining as my rock hard nipples pointed upward. My titties were starved for some attention of their own now, but I didn't think that was part of the plan. I could see Rick's torso appear at the foot of the bed on the screen. Jared knelt on the bed at my right. I could see in the left mirror what he had meant by bringing this too. It was a lipstick sized vibe, similar to mine at home. The deadly clit vibe. Oh shit. An even bigger Oh shit ran thru my mind as Rick climbed between my chained legs. I could see the blackness shine as Rick knelt between my thighs. God it was huge. Jared zoomed in the cam to where the tops of my tits filled the bottom of the screen and the huge cock and Rick's cock filled the top. The guys had were both completely naked now. Jared put down the small vibe and spread my pussy open as the huge cock approached. I felt the large round head press against me. It covered my whole pussy and them some. I didn't think it would go in. Jared spread my pussy further and Rick pushed against my hole. He twisted it back and forth as he put more pressure on it, easing it in, stretching me open. Jared removed his hands and the whole circumference of the head forced its way inside. Rick worked the monster slowly into me, inch after inch. God it felt so good. I saw in the mirrors that I hadn't even taken half of it yet and I was full. Rick began to fuck me with just it, not quite pulling out before thrusting back in. This helped me to relax as my pussy gripped the massive dick. I was grunting with each stroke of the cock. The sight of the shiny black cock being swallowed up by my pussy had my head swimming. Rick had been giving me more until there were only a couple inches left. I adjusted to this and he began to fuck me faster with it. I tried to jerk my head back and forth but it wouldn't move. This huge cock was splitting me and I loved it. The sight of 10 inches of shiny blackness disappearing in and out of me as I felt it was unbelievable. It was then that I heard a vibe click to life. Shit, I had forgotten about that. Oh My God. I tried to scream in protest, but the gag stuffing my mouth made it useless. Wasn't like he was going to stop anyway. Rick was giving me all of its full length now, fucking me hard and fast, the chains holding me in place. I saw Jared bend down and saw his hand move to my mound on the screen. My eyes moved back and forth from the mirrors to the TV. I tried to take in all I was feeling and seeing. I felt myself peaking. I was about to orgasm when Jared made contact with my straining clit. I screamed and bucked as if hit by lightning. Rick held the huge invader deep inside me as Jared buzzed my clit. I humped and ground on the big black dildo. My arms and legs shook and pulled against the chains as I experienced the greatest orgasm of my life, draining me as it electrified me. Jared kept up the pressure on my clit. I shook violently as my vision began to fade into darkness. I awoke to find Rick's cock in my face. The ball gag had been taken off. I grabbed in some much needed deep breaths. Rick had positioned himself above my head from behind, his cock pointing down my body. The flat screen TV was filled with a shot from the bedpost cam above my right foot. It looked down the length of my leg and I got a different view of the huge black cock, still most of the way inside me. Jared was reaching across my thigh, keeping it in place. Rick said he couldn't take anymore and was stroking hard and fast. His balls dangling above my eyes. I watched in the mirror as the first hot stream landed between my tits. I stuck out my tongue and he hit it with the next shot. He grunted and shot the rest into my mouth. I could feel the hot load drip into my throat and I swallowed it all down. The last few drops fell onto my forehead. I heard Jared say, "Man, I need to drop a load in there too. Here, switch places with me." Rick climbed off of me and took Jared's place, firmly holding the dildo deep inside. He started to fuck me with it as Jared knelt in the same place Rick had. The huge cock was driving me crazy as Jared worked his meat above me. I saw the dildo pushing my lips in and pulling them back out with each stroke magnified on the screen. Jared masturbated himself above me as Rick slammed me hard all the way in again. I was grinding back and groaning like I was dying. This was too much for Jared and he stuffed the head of his cock in my mouth and filled it with a full load. I swallowed it all as Rick bent his lips down and flicked his tongue against my clit. His head blocked out the camera's view as I came again, the giant cock stuffed deep in my pussy. The whole bed shook with the violent rocking of my body, chains rattling once more, holding me in place. I couldn't take it anymore and dove back into darkness. They revived me some time later. They had undone my restraints and Rick was carrying me upstairs to our bed for some much needed sleep. I had forgiven them for afternoon pain. They had awakened a new me. End of The Basement - See the continuing saga entitled - 'Sunday' - Coming to the BDSM section - Thanks, Rachel.