Basement trap
"You look absolutely stunning," I said to myself as I zipped up the back of my black miniskirt. "I can't believe I am actually going through with this."
My heart raced as I rang the doorbell at my boyfriend's house. The door swung open, revealing a dimly lit hallway. My boyfriend, Mark, greeted me with a mischievous smile. He was dressed in a casual shirt and jeans, but there was something about his eyes that suggested tonight wasn't going to be casual at all. "You look incredible," he murmured, taking in my white blouse and nude stockings.
He led me downstairs into the basement. A single light bulb cast a sinister glow, and the air had anticipation. Mark turned to me, his smile widening. "Ready for your surprise?"
The floor was cold against my bare legs as I stepped into the room. My stomach fluttered with a mix of excitement and nerves. The walls were lined with shelves holding an assortment of ropes, tapes, and blindfolds. I could feel my pulse quicken as Mark stepped closer.
He stepped behind me, and before I could protest, he had my wrists bound together with a length of silky rope. It felt surprisingly gentle against my skin, and I couldn't help but gasp as he cinched it tighter.
"You're not going anywhere," Mark whispered in my ear, his breath hot and heavy. I felt his hands on my hips, guiding me towards a chair in the center of the room. It was sturdy, made of solid wood, with leather straps attached to the arms and legs.
My heart thudded in my chest as he turned me around and gently pushed me down. The chair creaked under my weight, and the leather was cool and smooth against my bare thighs. He knelt before me, his eyes never leaving mine, as he secured my ankles together with the same silky rope.
"What are you doing?" I whispered, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice. He leaned in, his nose brushing against my neck as he secured the last knot. "Shh," he said, placing a finger over my lips. "It's just a little game." His eyes searched mine for consent, and despite the flutter of fear in my stomach, I nodded. This was part of our agreement; we were exploring his kinks together.
He stood up, his fingers trailing over my collarbone as he went to the shelf. He selected a piece of white fabric and returned to me. "Open up," he instructed, his voice low and steady. I did as I was told, and he slid the fabric into my mouth with surprising gentleness. The gag strapped around the back of my head. He stepped back and surveyed his work, nodding to himself with satisfaction.
He turned and walked out of the basement, leaving me bound to the chair, the sound of his footsteps echoing through the space. The door clicked shut, and suddenly the room felt smaller, the air thicker. Panic began to bubble up in my chest, but I forced it down, reminding myself that this was what I had agreed to. I tested the ropes around my wrists and ankles, but they held firm.
I waited, listening to the muffled sounds of Mark moving around upstairs. I could hear the faint clinking of glasses, the murmur of the TV, and his footsteps as he paced back and forth. The anticipation grew, my body tensing and releasing in waves. My mind raced with thoughts of what might happen next, the thrill of the unknown sending a shiver down my spine.
Here is the continuation of the academy of ladies.
