This story is pure fantasy. There are a few true details, but it's mainly fantasy. Thanks to my friend for planting the seeds of this idea in my mind! Domme by day, Sub by sunset. That's me!
My house is on the small side. It's a ranch/rambler. It's pink with white trim. Why pink? When it was time to repaint, I had picked a nice yellow/gold shade but my painter took his sweet time getting to the job. In the meantime, my next door neighbor used the exact same shade on his house. I didn't want to be a copycat. But that left me stumped for a color. I wanted something different. And pink is such a happy color! So I just went with it.
The house had a new roof, new paint and other things outside. I decided to work on the inside. My gardener said he could install new carpeting for me. But he wanted to get a good look at it first to see if there might be any work that needed to be done beyond the usual.
A few minutes after looking in my bedroom, he called out to me.
"Why didn't you tell me about this trap door in your closet?"
I had no clue what he was talking about. But sure enough, he had peeled back a portion of the carpeting and there was a trap door. We both looked at each other then ran to get a flashlight. He got to it first. As it turned out, we didn't need it. As soon as he opened the trap door, a light came on, softly illuminating everything below. There was a well made stair case complete with railing, leading down to a room that was about the size of the master bedroom where I slept. The room had cement walls and metal racks everywhere attached to the walls. Chains hung from the ceiling. Sturdy looking chains with bars suspended from them. There were various light fixtures here and there that could be turned on.
"Sheesh! This looks like a dungeon!"
I had to snicker to myself. That was exactly what it looked like. He told me that he could easily spruce it up to make it look like a happier place. I gave him free rein with that.
He installed some special lights for plants, put in some planter boxes that he made and filled them with beautiful flowers in shades of pink, yellow and peach. Put a pink, faux fur throw rug in the middle of the floor to help make the cement feel a little better on the feet.
There was a closet at the back but the doors were plain, light colored wood. He covered those with a coat of white paint and then painted a scene that he knew I would like. There was a nice blue sky and sun, a field of flowers and some cute little kittens. He also helped me build some furniture, suitable for my purposes. I'm sure he had no idea what my purposes were. I just told him it was going to be my place to unwind. He's very sweet but also very vanilla. And a very good worker!
We also discovered that the outside hatch that we assumed was the opening to the crawlspace, also had a passageway to the dungeon. So there was another way in and out. I found it amazing that I'd been living here for over 14 years and nobody had known it was there.
My mind began ticking away a mile a minute! I already had some suitable sex toys but those were used on me. I set about procuring more for my happy little dungeon, I also got myself a new wardrobe worthy of the Domme I intended to be. Much of what I bought was pink. Some things in Spandex, some sheer, some lace and of course some leather.
My intentions were to cause some pain along with the pleasure but I wanted to look really feminine while doing so and what better color than pink? Oh yes indeed. My visitors would be special. I would provide them with a rather unique experience. But where would I find them? My friend pointed me in the direction of a few websites that were greatly helpful. Soon, the messages came pouring in like crazy.
My first visitor was Gary. He was a few years older than me. He had a slight, weak looking build, an almost bald head and a timid demeanor. We had messaged back and forth a few times so I could get an idea of what he might like. I also did some studying to make sure that I didn't cause any real harm.
He entered through the outside trap door. I was waiting in the dungeon for him. He was sweating and shaking. His voice crackled as he spoke, and he tugged at his shirt collar.
"Come Gary. Sit down with me." I sat as daintily as I could on the medium pink velvet chaise and patted the spot beside me.
Gary sat down but kept his distance from me.
"Take your tie off Gary. You won't need that here!"
He looked down, avoiding my eyes and fumbled with the tie. He managed to make it flop up and down, helplessly. I had to reach over to help him with it.
