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From: robj@best.com (Rob Jellinghaus)
Subject: {Anonymyte} "The Basement" (Mf bdsm)
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PRE-DISCLAIMER:  I (robj@unrealities.com) did not write this (lovely)
story; I am only posting it, as a favor to Anonymyte who's having trouble
with Dejanews.  All comments should go to anonymyte@my-dejanews.com

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Disclaimer - Don't read this is you are under
eighteen or offended by this sort of thing. No
reposting unless author agrees.

The Basement

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 around the back of my head, tightening it so that I cannot
force it out. I try to say his name, but the sound that comes out is muted
and unintelligible.

“Are you alright?” He asks me. I nod. I know I could still end this game.
My hands are free, and it would be easy to pull off the blindfold and the
gag if I wanted to, but my fear is feeding my excitement. My appetite has
been awakened and I feel incredibly aware of my body as the adrenalin
rushes through my bloodstream. 

“Trust me,” He says as he takes my hand and guides me out of the room.
Walking blindly like this is scary, and I try not to hesitate. I don’t
want to make him angry.

“Be careful here, we’re going downstairs,” He cautions, and I feel a pang
of fear. I know that down in the basement is where he keeps his toys, as
he calls them.The door is always locked, and he has never allowed me to go
in. Now I wonder what he has in store for me as he puts my other hand on
the rail and gently leads me down.

We reach the bottom and I take the last step, expecting a drop but finding
floor in its place. I squeeze his hand harder to steady myself; my legs
are wobbly with nerves. He puts an arm around my waist and guides me into
the room.

“Good girl,” He tells me as my belly comes into contact with something
soft. I feel his fingers on my shoulders, and suddenly he slips a strap
around my neck. I gulp as he tightens it and my hands instinctively rise
to try and loosen it. 

“If you want to stop, it’s not to late,” He says sternly. “But if you want
to go forward, you must obey me. Will you do what I want?” I nod
remorsefully and lower my hands. He finishes strapping the collar around
my neck. I feel its bite against my throat, and my knees go weak.

He puts one hand on my stomach and the other on my shoulder.

“Lean over, my love.” He pushes me softly and I bend forward at the waist.
When my torso is at a right-angle to my legs, I am resting on a flat
cushioned platform. My breasts hang down freely through a hole beneath my
chest. I turn my face so that my left cheek rests against the leathery
material, and I let my arms lie by my sides. I breath deeply through my
nose, as my anticipation grows and my heart races.

His hands slide down my back, and I feel a thick belt being buckled around
my waist, holding me tightly to the platform. My nerves tense, as I
realise that this is it. In a few minutes I will be completely helpless,
and he will be able to do whatever he wants to me. I whimper through the
gag, but I cannot bring myself to struggle yet. He will be so disappointed
with me if I give up now. I tell myself that my fear is irrational. 

He grips my hips and shakes me, testing the belt to see if it holds me
still enough for his liking. He tightens it a little more, and this time
there is no give at all. He grunts with satisfaction.

I reach back to try and touch the belt. I want to feel the buckle. He
grabs my wrists, however, and crosses my arms at the small of my back. He
stretches my left arm so my hand is over my right hip, and places my wrist
in a cuff attached to the belt .  My right arm is cuffed over my left hip,
and now my hands are unable to touch each other, or the buckle. As I flex
my fingers, shockwaves of excitement ripple through my body from my tied
wrists to my groin.

He moves to my head and strokes my hair, then I feel pressure on my throat
as he clips the collar to rings on the platform on either side of my neck.
I try to raise my head, but the collar holds my face against the soft
surface. There isn’t even enough leeway for me to turn my head. His hands
massage my shoulders and I try to relax as he praises my bravery.

He moves back down to the other end of the platform. I hear a metallic
rattle, and then his hand grasps my ankle. I lift my foot and allow him to
pull my leg sideways. He moves my other leg too so that they are spread
wide. I feel suddenly exposed as the air touches my sex. He grasps my left
ankle again, and lifts my foot, spreading my leg so wide that I cannot
reach the floor. I try to pull it back in but he gives my inner thigh a
little slap. I relax and let him stretch me. At last he guides my foot to
a resting place on a raised block. Holding my foot in place, he buckles a
thick cuff around my ankle. Taking my other ankle in both hands, he starts
stretching that leg out too. It is such a wide spread that I whine in
discomfort, but he ignores me and soon my other ankle is captured in a
cuff too, and my legs are held apart. 

He stands behind me and grabs my hips again, and is satisfied after trying
a couple of shakes that I am not  permitted even the slightest movement
from my waist to my feet. His hand lightly brushes over my pussy, sending
a spark of desire rushing through me. With one finger, he softly parts my
labia so my vagina is open. I moan and try to wriggle closer as I feel his
finger brush over my clitoris, but I cannot move, and his hand withdraws,
leaving an ache in my groin. 

He stands by my shoulders, and I feel his hands massaging my back again. I
am a livewire, each touch sends electric charges through me. I hear myself
begging him to touch me down there, but my words are translated into
gutteral sounds by the gag.

His hands slip beneath the platform and I feel his fingers close on my
nipples. He rolls and squeezes them until they are swollen and throbbing.
Each tweak is relayed to my vagina. His hands withdraw, then return to my
left breast. He has a wire ring in his hand, and he slips it over my
nipple and begins to tighten it. I whimper as it closes down on me,
causing a sharp ache. He tugs it to make sure it is secure, then moves to
my right breast and adorns that nipple too. I can feel that there is a
chain between the two rings, and he pulls on it, making the wires pinch my
nipples. I scream through the gag. I think this is agony, but I quickly
learn what true pain it when he hooks a weight onto the chain and releases
it, letting it drop and swing between my cleavage, stretching my nipples
with its heaviness.

The white pain floods my head for a minute, and I struggle mindlessly
against the straps. Then I feel his breath against my ear and he whispers,
"Relax, breath deeply. It's too late to turn back now. Just relax and
feel."

I breathe through the pain and gradually the pain dulls to a steady throb.
My screams turn to whimpers of helplessness as I realise that I cannot
stop him now, and he is not going to release me until he is finished. I
hope I can take the rest of his attentions.

His hand brushes across my buttocks, and the ache of desire flares up in
my pussy. He pays no attention to my sex though, instead, he strokes my
anus. I grunt in protest; I had told him I had never had anal intercourse
before, and he had promised not to force me into it. 

"Shhh, trust me," He says. I hear a squelch, and feel something slimy
applied to my tender little rosebud. His finger slips through the
sphincter and pushes more slipperiness inside me. I am wailing through the
gag, but there is nothing I can do. I try to pull away but the belt holds
me still and my spread legs leave me completely open to his touch. He
presses a second lubricated finger into my rectum, and begins to slowly
slide them in and out. The feeling is incredible; both exciting and
uncomfortable at the same time. 

His other hand reaches down for my clit and squeezes it hard between
finger and thumb. I yelp as he stretches it away from my body. This is not
what I had expected from him, but my body is responding to the pain as if
it was the tenderest caress. I feel my pussy dripping and my whole body
burns.

He keeps my clit in the tight clasp as he slides the fingers in and out of
my rectum. This attention is too slow to make me come, but  just enough to
keep me at a frustrating level of excitement. Suddenly his fingers release
my clit and slide out my rectum, leaving me throbbing. I hear a click and
a low hum starts.

He presses the tip of the vibrator against my asshole and I whine in fear.
He begins slowly sliding it into me. It is massive, and my rectum is
stretched wider than it ever has been before. I scream in anger as he
pushes it all the way into me, violating me, the  buzzing vibrations
turning me to jelly. I feel the muscles inside me trying to close down and
force the intruder out, but he holds it in and, before I can acclimatize
to it he quickly shoves an even bigger vibrator into my gaping wet pussy.
I howl as I am filled completely, and writhe against the wrist cuffs. I
want to get free now, and stop this game. I am powerless though, and he
ignores my howling. 

He pulls a strap up from between my legs and attaches it to the belt at my
back, so that it stretches between my buttocks and  presses against the
bases of the vibrators, keeping them inside me. I can feel that the strap
branches into two at my pussy opening, so my clit is not covered. He
slides a finger along the strap, adjusting it so that my labia are held
apart by it.

Something cold and hard presses against my clit, and I feel him attaching
it to the strap so it stays there by itself. There is a final click, and
it begins buzzing against me, making me scream. It is not enough! I want
to tell him, as I desperately try to push myself towards orgasm. I scream
hopelessly as he begins to play with me, swinging the chain from my
nipples, wiggling the vibrators inside me, and pressing the buzzer against
my clit alternately.

"Frustrating, isn't it?" He says, as he walks around me, teasing my
helpless body. "Don't worry, though. I'll probably get bored after a
couple of hours and let you come."

As he gives my bottom a sharp slap, I begin a scream that will last until
he finally releases me, three hours later.


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