 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 two

   Author: geraldine

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






I am sitting on the side of the small, hard bed, stroking your bare stomach. I run my fingers around the little burn on your belly and smile at you.

     “Will you be obedient for me, bitch? Good and quiet? This is going to be a very big day for you, and I would be quite disappointed if I had to gag and blindfold you. I want you to experience everything today.”

Your eyes are still wet from crying. You blink at me and nod, your face tight with fear. 

“Not good enough, you dirty whore. Say it.”

You close your eyes. “Yes, Mistress.”

     You are spread-eagle on the little bed, tied down at four points, stretched nice and taught. Your sissy cock is still hard, purple, straining for me. I look at you and smile. You are such a lovely, tender specimen for me to play with. A blank canvas. 

     I get up and grab a roll of duct tape off a side table. I crawl slowly onto the bed, watching your eyes following me. I straddle your hips. My skirt rides up. My wet pussy is sitting right on top of your hard cock. You let out a moan. I wiggle a little and laugh at you, so stiff under me, trying so hard to be a man. We both know who is in charge here. You close your eyes and twitch under me, allowing yourself to grind against me a bit. I let you have your pathetic little moment. Seeing your useless male traits in action is endlessly amusing. 

     You snap back to the moment when I tear off a long strip of duct tape. You look straight into my black eyes and I start laughing again. I lean forward and to the side, laying the tape flat against the bed, across your collarbone, and across to the other side. Pat it down and run my fingers over it to make it flat. The tape stretches from one side of the bed to the other. I sit up, unroll the duct tape some more. Lean forward, do it again, slightly lower down. And again. And again. I tape your chest to the bed as tightly as possible. I run the ends of the tape all the way to the edge of the bed. I do not leave any spaces between the strips of tape. I overlap them. Give you a heavy silver blanket of tape. I push down on your hard nipples as I tape over them. I wriggle the tip of my finger on them. You let out a little yelp. 

     After I have done taping down your chest, I get up and spin around, straddling you again but facing the other way. My ass is almost right in your face. I can feel your hot breath against my skin. I know my latex skirt has pulled up so now you can get a plain view of my glistening pussy and ass. Your cock bounces eagerly in front of me, begging for my touch. 

     I rip off another piece of tape and begin on your lower torso. I take my time, making every strip perfect, flat, and tight. No skin showing through. Perfect lines across your slave body. Once I get down to your pubic hair, I stop. I get up and stand next to the bed, surveying my work. I can see you chest flex slightly against the duct tape as you breathe. 

“Are you glad I have not taped down your hard little sissy cock, bitch?”

“Yes Mistress thank you Mistress.” 

“It amuses me so much, my lovely slave. I want to be able to see it.”

“Thank you Mistress.” You are excited again, still scared, but excited. This is all new to you. 

“Can you move at all, sweet slave? Try to get up.”

     I laugh as you try to move, but only succeed in lifting your head, and your hips, just slightly. The silver tape stays tight. 

     I grab my cigarettes and lighter and straddle you again. I take my time lighting a smoke, watching you intently. Your fetishes make me laugh. 

     “Open your mouth. Hold out your tongue for me, bitch.” You hesitate a moment, but then open wide. I take a long drag, and then tap the ashes into your mouth, onto your tongue. You close your mouth, try to turn your head away, cough. I laugh and spit at your face. You cringe. 

     “You pathetic whore. Keep your mouth open. Your Mistress is giving you a generous meal. Open your fucking mouth again.” I smile as you turn your head back to me, eyes closed, and gingerly open your mouth.

     “Tongue out, whore. Do it.” Your tongue comes back out. I blow smoke in your face, teasing you. 

     I tap more ashes onto your tongue. You squeeze your eyes firmly shut, but keep your mouth open for me. Breathe through your nose. I reach down with my free hand and rub my spit over your forehead and down your cheek, smiling. 

     “Every time I give you more ashes to eat, bitch, you must swallow them and thank me.” I take another drag, and tap out more ashes. You close your slave mouth, swallow, then reopen your mouth again, saying, “Thank you Mistress.” I am grinning. I exhale straight into your eyes, and you blink and cough. Plumes of smoke dance across the bed. 

     I smoke slowly, all the way to the filter, tapping out after each drag, onto your tongue. You eat all my ashes, more eagerly now, with a hunger to please me. Perhaps you think it will keep you from other punishments. You thank me over and over again. 

     I put out the cigarette butt on the duct tape, right under your chin. I hear it hiss as I press down. 

     “Well done, slave.” I reach down and finger my clit, right in front of you. You try and raise your head enough to watch. I slide a finger inside my pussy and let out a low moan. You watch as my eyes flutter. I pull the finger out and paint my hot juices over your lips, like lipstick. You eagerly open your mouth and wrap your lips over my finger, sucking it hungrily. I am sure it tastes a lot better than ashes. That thought makes me smile. 

     I shuffle forward a little, resting my knees on your arms that are stretched out above your head. You take in a sharp breath as you feel the weight on your bound arms. I lower myself down onto your mouth. You open your mouth for me and taste my wet pussy on your tongue. Your tongue laps at me furiously, rolling over my hard clit, drinking my juices. I rock my pussy back and forth over your mouth, pushing down hard, feeling you struggle for your next breath. I smother you more, watching your brow furrow, your skin turn red. I pump my pussy back and forth over your tongue, over your wet slave mouth.

I raise myself up a couple of inches, for a moment. Your hot breath tingles against my thighs. 

     “Take a deep breath, you pathetic whore!” Before you can get full lungful of air, I drop down again, suffocating you. You moan under me. Your lips vibrate against my skin. I stay very still. After a few more seconds you start to thrash. My face hurts from grinning. I know you cannot move at all. Your forehead gets darker, a deeper red. Almost purple, like your sissy cock. I merely sit and feel you attempt to buck under me like some sort of insane rodeo bull. 

     Finally I raise myself up again. You let in a long, deep breath, and I can feel the bed move slightly as you flex your chest, get a lungful of precious air. I laugh at you, at your pitiful hunger for me. I sit back, onto your chest, with my hands on my thighs. Your skin slowly turns back to a regular pink shade. 

     I spit at you again. Your face is wet from my pussy, and my spit now. I lean forward, close to your shiny face. I grab your chin and shake it, smiling. 

     “You are such a good slut to not complain. Here, I have a gift for you.” You look up at me, into my eyes. Your eyes are wet, and scared. Searching my eyes. 

     I sit back up straight, positioning myself over your mouth again. You grit your teeth as my knees rock back and forth on your inner arms. I reach down and spread my pussy lips wide with my fingers. My pussy is only a couple of inches from your mouth. 

     “Open your mouth wide, you dirty whore. I have a lovely hot drink for you, to wash down all that nasty ash.” And with that I release a stream of pee directly into your mouth, slowly at first, but then my body shivers a little and it flows out of me in a torrent, between your lips and down your waiting throat. You struggle to keep up with it. You drink so eagerly, trying desperately not to spill any, your eyes closed tight. You are a good little whore dog, and I smile as I watch you drink. 

     I finish and shake the last few drops onto your lips. You are gasping, smacking your lips, swallowing, so hungry. I sit back again, tilting my head to the side slightly to watch you. 

“What do you say, my worthless little sissy?” Big grin. 

“Oh thank you Mistress, thank you Mistress.” You are so flushed and red. 

     I get off the bed, grab a hand towel, and pat your face dry. The look in your eyes is so hopeful, so excited, so happy. 

     “Now you need to lick me all nice and clean, whore.” I get back onto you, straddling you this time the opposite direction, facing your still hard sissy cock. I lower my pussy onto your mouth and hear you moan. You lap at me greedily, licking me clean of piss and pussy juice, eating me. I keep low enough so that you can get at my wet pussy easily, but not so low that you cannot breathe. I feel your hot breath on my skin, and your hungry little happy noises and groans vibrate against me. 

     I get my mouth close to your sissy cock. I know you can feel my breathing on you. Your cock bounces and twitches, so close to my face. I blow on it, and you let out a wet moan. I get down low, resting my one arm and my head just to the side of your excited little cock. I watch it flex and throb for me. You are eating at me faster now, desperately. I know what you want. But this is not about what you want. This is all about my pleasure. 

     I let the fingers of my hand dance around the base of your cock, along your tight balls, massaging your skin, teasing you. Not touching your cock at all, everywhere except your cock. I chuckle to myself. You are squirming now, as much as you can under the layers of duct tape, as much as you can with your mouth buried between my legs. You are trying so hard to move your hips upward, closer to me. 

     I reach forward until my other hand is resting on one of your thighs. I have my lighter in this hand. My eyes are mere inches away from the lighter. I will be able to see exactly what I am doing. I am almost drooling now. All I can hear is the wet noises of your tongue on my pussy, and my steady breathing. 

     I give you no warning. I flick the lighter, watch the tiny flame shoot up and dance, and press the lighter up against your inner thigh. 

     Your entire body convulses, fights, bucks. I feel you take in your breath sharply. You let out an incredible wail. It almost does not sound human. But I have heard this noise many times before. I am simply smiling, holding myself still, on top of your bound body. I wave the lighter along your inner thigh, watching little hairs blacken and crackle. I run the lighter up your leg, so close to your vulnerable balls. I run the lighter back down, towards your dancing knee. 

     I cannot even hear your screaming anymore. I am laughing. I switch arms and run the lighter along the inside of your other leg. I can feel your head thrashing back and forth under me. I press my pussy down onto your face, hard. You still try to move, to breathe, to fight. 

I yell out, “Stop fighting, you stupid whore!” And then I start laughing again. 

     Once your skin is good and red, I stop. I toss the lighter aside, get up, turn around on you so I can see your lovely slave face. I sit, straddling your hips, watching you.

     Your eyes are wet and red from crying. In fact you are still crying, sobbing, your tears flowing out like water. Your breath hitches and catches. Your face is so red. You are still making noises, ringing in my ears, howling, weeping. 

     “What a little fucking baby you are. Pathetic slave.” I stop laughing and lean in close to you, my dark eyes staring into your wet sissy eyes. 

     “This is only the warm up for things to come, bitch. And because you have disappointed me by screaming your fool head off, I will gag you for the remainder of the day.” In one swift motion I dismount you, grab a ballgag off a side table, and get back onto you again. 

     “No, no, no, please I will be good, I am sorry Mistress, please no…” You are babbling, pleading, begging, crying. I deftly pop the ball into your mouth and buckle it tight around your skull. 

     “No more words for you now, sissy slave. I am going to leave you here for a while so you can think about what you have done. And when I return, I will begin to work on you in earnest.” Big smile. I pat your cheek. Your tears flow like water. Such hot tears, pouring over my fingers. 

     I get up, walk to the door and open it. I flick off the light, leaving the windowless room dark. You crane your neck to try and see me. 

     “Miss me, my sweet little whore.” And with that, I walk out of the room, slamming the door behind me. I can still hear you sobbing. 
 


