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This is a work of fiction. Don't read it if you are
under eighteen, or if you are offended by this sort
of thing.



The Basement - a short story



I enter the room and go to the table. I see the
hand-written note, and a black scarf. My heart
begins to pump harder as I read the instructions.
Part of me cannot believe that I am here, doing
this. Part of me is scared.

With trembling hands I unbutton my blouse, and
shakily remove all my clothes. I pick up the
scarf, and tie it tightly over my eyes, under my
long blonde hair. I am tempted to leave a gap so
that I can see a little, but I convince myself that I
should do it properly.

Blindly I stand, shivering in the cool room,
feeling incredibly vulnerable and naked. I
remember the instructions and call out, “I’m
ready.” I wait with my hands by my side,
listening intently for his footsteps. I hear
nothing, and a frightened sigh escapes my lips.
This might be a very big mistake. Can I trust
him?

I almost rip the blindfold off in terror as I feel
his hand touch my cheek. Somehow he has managed
to sneak up silently.

“Shhh, ” He calms me, and I feel my nipples
harden at the sound of his voice. I remember how
his hands felt upon my skin last night, as we lay
together in the afterglow and he told me what he
wanted from me, and I sigh. My skin yearns to be
touched again.

“Are you ready to do what I tell you?” He asks
me. I nod, unable to verbalize. He brushes his
fingers across my lips and whispers, “Open your
mouth.”

This is the next step in my commitment. Once I
comply, I will be unable to speak until he allows
me to. I hesitate, and he waits patiently until I
finally overcome my trepidation and open my
mouth.

“Wider....” He tells me as he pushes a large ball
between my teeth. It fills my mouth completely,
pinning my tongue down and forcing my jaw to
stay open. I try to close my lips over it, but it is
too big. I feel him strapping it arou>
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