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Subject: {ASSM} "Basement"  by deirdre  (ff, bdsm)  -- reposted by H. Jekyll and PleaseCain
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"Basement"  (ff, bdsm)

by deirdre


*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone. She was last heard from in late April 1996.
We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in alphabetical
order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her "retirement." In the
coming months, we will announce a "deirdre-fest" for next Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****


Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules".  Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life.  Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations.  Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of
age. 

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups.  Permission granted to publish in periodicals
and anthologies of this type of material if attributed to deirdre and
an author's payment is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. --
deirdre 


Basement 

by deirdre, 9/5/95 


I looked around.  She wasn't around, though her car was in the
driveway.  Then she emerged from the basement door.  She interrupted my
greeting with "Come here, you've got to see this!" 

I looked at her.  She was smiling.  It was definitely a smile of
excitement and anticipation.  I wondered what she could be up to. 

I followed her down: and was *definitely* in for a shock!  There was a
*woman*, tied up!  She was standing naked, and her hands were tied
above her head, to the beams overhead!  She was also blindfolded and
gagged! 

Now Casey and I *had* talked about this sort of thing.  Well, not
really *this* sort of thing: in our more open moments, I'd confessed a
desire to try spanking her, and Casey had surprised me with her
response: she wasn't interested in being on the receiving end of my
fantasy, but she'd told me that she *also* found the idea of spanking a
woman appealing.  Well, we'd exchanged a couple of fantasies and talked
a little about videos that we might find interesting, but we'd *never*
discussed actually *doing* it.  And a bound woman in the basement was
way beyond anything we'd even *hinted* at! 

I stared.  The woman was short, with very long blond hair hanging down
her back, very tan, and looked compact, solid and muscular: in
excellent physical shape.  And she was obviously struggling to get
away!  I didn't recognize her. 

"Casey: who is it?" I was whispering. 

"A friend of Samantha's."  Samantha is a secretary where Casey works:
I'd met her a few times and Casey often talked about her. 

"Does she like this?"  The struggling was making me nervous. 

"No." 

"Casey!..." 

"Oh, don't worry: she's willing enough.  She's just putting on an act
for our benefit.  Let me have your belt." 

"Are you sure it's OK with her?" 

She laughed a little while she unbuckled it herself, and she had off of
me in two seconds.  "It *better* be!" she responded.  "Yes, it's OK
with her," she added seeming almost perturbed at my undoubtedly
unconvinced expression.  She was swinging around the belt now. 

"Why... why would she want this if she doesn't like it?" 

Casey whipped her with the belt.  I watched the woman's body jerk, then
she struggled harder, obviously trying to yell through the gag.  "Oh,
I'm sure she feels she owes me," she added.  She whipped the woman
again.  I stared. 

"You've got to fuck her ass," she said.  You have to believe me when I
say this was definitely not the Casey I knew.  She whipped the woman
again.   Casey, encouraging me to have sex with another woman.  Using
the word *fuck*.   Anal sex.  She kept whipping the woman. 

I turned to the sound of steps on the stairway.  It was Samantha!  She
stood in the middle of the stairway, looking down at us.  I looked back
at Casey, who was giving Samantha a big smile.  She turned and started
whipping the woman again with the belt. 

I looked back at Samantha and almost said something, but she held her
finger over her mouth to keep me quiet, then motioned me to follow her
back up.  I glanced back at Casey, who was still whipping the woman,
then followed Samantha. 

She closed the basement door and sat down at the kitchen table.  "You
look kind of surprised," she offered with a grin. 

"I don't know *what's* going on," I returned.  "Who *is* that?" 

"Oh, that's Tina.  I don't want her to know I'm here."  I didn't
answer, and she went on: "Oh, you don't know what happened, do you. 
Casey went out to lunch with us once, and we all kind of shared our,
uh, men's kinkiest fantasies.  After that, it kind of came out that
Tina and her boyfriend had similar fantasies to yours and Casey's. 
Then..." 

"*My* fantasies?" I interrupted, feeling weak. 

"Yes," she said.  She didn't seem to be putting me down at all and I
relaxed a little. 

"Casey said Tina doesn't like being, uh, whipped," I continued. 

She laughed.  "She's got *that* right."  She got up and walked over to
the door and opened it.  The sound of Casey's whipping came up the
stairwell.   Then she shut the door and came back, saying: "You know,
Casey is really something with that belt.  She's kind of *firm* with
it..." She didn't finish, but seemed lost in thought.  Then she looked
at me, smiling, and said: "Do *you* like to use it?"  She'd put both
hands on her rear as she stood there. 

"I..." I just couldn't talk that directly about it to Samantha, who was
practically a stranger to me.  "Listen, why does she let herself be
whipped if she hates it?" 

She sat down again, smiling at me.  "Oh, she *owes* Casey," she said. 
I couldn't figure out her smile.  "Casey told you to do her in the
rear, too, didn't she?" 

"Yes."  I was thinking furiously, trying to figure this out. 

"She... she'll keep Tina here for several days." 

"Days?" 

"*Oh, yes!*  Let me see, how many days were you in Atlanta?"  Atlanta!?
The only time I'd been there recently had been for a trade show, for
most of a week.  I just stared, still trying to figure her out.  What
did Atlanta have to do with it? 

While I was staring, she grinned at me and headed back for the basement
door.   "I've got to get *my* turn with Tina," she said with a grin. 
"Don't say anything: I don't want Tina to know I did it."  She opened
the basement door and motioned me to follow.  I still heard the sound
of whipping.  She stopped on the stairs as we descended and I ended up
bumping into her.  Tina was still squirming something awful.  "She's
really something the way she uses that belt," Samantha whispered to me.
 I realized her fingers were on my cock as she talked.  She went on: "A
real firm, uh, disciplinarian.  Maybe I should, uh, see what it would
be like to...uh..." 



		
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