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 WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit material.

   It is not intended to be read by anyone under the age of 18.  This is a
work of fiction.  Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental.  Copyright 2007.



   Title: In the basement, part three

   Author: geraldine

   Story codes: MF, Fdom, sm, humil, bd, cbt





   I leave you alone as I go upstairs.  Make myself some coffee.  Put my
feet up.  I cannot hear you once I get up the stairs.  You are alone now,
all alone, duct taped securely to the bed, unable to move, ball gagged,
hurting.  Poor lonely little slut.  I take my time.

   After an eternity - for you - I return.  Refreshed, smiling.

   "Hello, my pathetic little whore.  Did you miss me." Not even a
question. Just a statement.  Your eyes are locked onto mine, searching.  I
love watching you like this, confused, trying to understand, and trying to
anticipate.

   I crawl on top of you, smoke in hand.  I light it and sit back, on your
chest, feeling the strips of duct tape warm against my legs.  I bounce a
little, and you cough behind your gag.  I blow smoke in your face, plume
after plume, grinning at my worthless maid sissybitch.  You shake your
head.

   "I am your Mistress, little slut.  I give you everything you need,
including your air.  You must take the air I give you." And with that, I
inhale, lean forward, and blow a stream of smoke straight up your nose. 
Your eyes are instantly blood red.  I sit up and start laughing at you. 
You cannot hack properly behind your gag.  I give you the small mercy of
removing your ball gag, and laying it next to your head.

   Before you even have a chance to say anything, I lean forward again, my
lungs full of black smoke.  I know you can hardly see from the smoke making
your eyes water.  But you see some blur coming towards you, and you open
your mouth to say something.  Too late.  With one hand I force your jaw
down, and the other hand, my cigarette neatly between my fingers, pinches
your nose shut.  I lock my lips over yours and exhale into your mouth. 
Hard.

   Then I sit up again, holding your mouth shut with one hand.  Your eyes
are even more bloodshot now, watering and blinking.  Smoke comes out of
your nose in angry puffs.  Your ears ring with my laughter.  I let go of
your jaw and you are coughing, hacking, sputtering, spitting.  I tap my
ashes onto your face.  I breathe into you again.  And again.  And every
time you are trying to talk, trying to beg me to stop.  I lean down and
hold your eyelids open - which is difficult because they are so wet from
your crying, and I have to grab your slick eyelashes - and I blow smoke
onto your slave eyes.

   I sit up, watching you.  I shake my head, slowly.

   "What an ungrateful sissywhore.  I give you my breath, I even put my
very own precious lips onto yours, and here you are fighting and squirming
and begging me to stop.  Tsk tsk.  You unthankful, miserable BITCH!" I hit
your cheek full force with the palm of my hand.  It makes a very lovely,
sharp sound that makes me smile.  You grit your teeth and start crying
again, between hacking coughs.  How pathetic.

   I take my cigarette, still lit, and only partly finished, and hold it
above your head.  I place my other hand firmly on your face, twisted around
so that my fingers and thumb cover your eyes, and the web between thumb and
forefinger rests on the bridge of your nose.  Your eyes are wet under my
hand.  I lean in, close.

   In one swift motion I force the lit cigarette up your right nostril.  I
hold it in there, tight, as you move under me.  Your head bucks up.  With
my forefinger I press against your nostril.  I can hear the slightest
sizzling noise under the awful sounds flowing out of your mouth.

   I whisper softly, "Don't breathe through your nose, little whore, or
your sinuses will itch and burn." Your eyes are squeezed shut, glistening
in the light.  I let go, and get off the bed.  Now you are coughing harder,
sputtering, wincing, trying so hard to move your bound arms.

   While you are trying to breathe again, I untie one of your feet.  You
are too surprised and distracted to kick at me.  I place a length of rope
behind your knee.  Then I fold your leg, so that your foot rests against
your ass.  And I duct tape your leg like that.  Quickly.  Like roping a
calf, in a way.  That thought makes me smile.  I have done this before.

   I move to your other leg, whispering to you softly as I hear you
moaning.

   "You lowly little whore, did you think I would be easy on you?  Did you
think I was done with you?  I am only beginning, slave.  I have so many
plans for you."

   I do the same thing to your other leg.  Rope under the knee, then your
leg duct taped to itself.  I finish and look at you.  The only parts of you
not covered in duct tape now are your head, arms and crotch.  I laugh at
you.  You look like a freak.  Plus, your face is covered with tears and
snot, and your one eye is very red and swollen and puffy.

   I grab the ropes attached to your one leg and loop them around the posts
beside your head.  Now your arms and legs are attached to the same posts.
And now your ass has been hoisted up for me, totally exposed, bare and
vulnerable.

   Now you are looking at me again, still blinking rapidly.  I can tell it
stings in your sinuses.  You must want to sneeze so badly but cannot.  I
find myself laughing at you once again.

   "Well, my worthless bitch, I have a feeling you are going to make more
noise." I tilt my head to the side, studying you.  "And we can't have
that." I take the ball gag off the bed and pop it back into your mouth,
making it good and tight.  Your pleading eyes are met with my smile.

   I take a thick elastic band, from a bunch of broccoli.  I take two of
them.  I get down by your pale, sweet sissy ass.  I take one and wrap it
around the base of your cock.  I notice that it is still partly hard, and
it makes me laugh.  I loop it around three times, nice and tight at the
base.  It takes some effort to get it this tight, and I have to force it a
bit.  I pull back on it and let it snap against your sissy dick.  I take
the other band and loop it around the base of your balls.  Loop it once,
twice, three times.  Yank on your balls to make it go around again.  Force
them through.  Painfully tight, I would imagine.  They start to go purple
immediately.  I give your balls a little smack, like a cat playing with a
ball of yarn.  Bat, bat, bat.

   I can't even hear the noises you are making behind your ball gag.  It is
just white noise to me now.  I am humming a tune.  I lean on the bed, right
next to your ass, grinning at the burn marks on your thighs I left earlier,
snapping one elastic, then the other.  Over and over again.  Snap.  Snap.
Snap.

   And then I start to flick.  Over and over, with my forefinger, flicking
the shaft of your pathetic little purple cock, and then flicking the
straining bulge of your balls.  Your hips bounce and flex as you try and
move, try to get away.  But you are tied up, and taped down.

   I go over to my little table and pick up my riding crop.  My lovely
black leather riding crop.  I tap the base of your shaft with the tip of
it. You try to squirm away.  I tap it again, tapping up and down the shaft,
watching it flex and twitch and bounce for me.  Top and bottom, side to
side, harder and harder.  You are trying to speak but I cannot hear you
now. I spank the base of one ball, then the other.  Give them a little love
tap, as it were.

   Then I haul back and crack my crop against your inner thigh.  Right on
the burn, on the hot redness of your skin.  I whack you again, up one thigh
and down the other.  Making sure I hit the burns, practicing my swing with
you.  Leaving lovely red welts on you.

   And then I take the end of my crop and push it against your tight little
sissy asshole.

   "Hmmmm, what do we have here, bitch?  How degrading that your asshole is
so vulnerable and exposed for me like this." I tap my crop against your
ass. You cannot even lift your head to watch.  Your head is turned away,
tears running down your sissy face.

   I come up next to your head.  You move your head slightly, to look at
me. You are suddenly so quiet.  I can see your pain, your suffering, your
pleading with me for my mercy.  I have none.

   I take off the ball gag and you inhale deeply, getting a fresh lungful
of air.  You do not say a word.

   "I have some errands to run, pathetic little bitch of mine.  When I come
back, I am going to find out what I can fit in that sissy ass of yours." I
wipe away your tears with my hand and smile, and you start crying again.