We had been sitting in the garden chatting about her latest 'client'. I was trying to come to terms with what she was telling me. What she said next changed my world forever.
"Would you like to meet her?"
I couldn't believe my ears. Was I really being invited to meet her 'client' who she claimed was naked and locked in her cellar?
"I warn you," she said standing up, "she may not be in the mood for idle chatter, but your presence might be beneficial."
As she headed towards the gate, I knew I should have stayed sitting and simply called, "No thanks but the best of luck." Instead I hurried after her, following like a sheep. What the fuck was going on? I thought to myself. Her back garden was beautifully manicured in stark contrast to mine and I tried not to feel guilty as I followed up a couple of steps and into her kitchen. Very few original features had been altered. There was still the flagstone floor and the beamed ceiling. The fire recess that once must have held a large wood-fired range now had a large six-burner gas cooker. This seemed to be the only innovation. The antique rustic table dominated the centre of the room and the whole kitchen oozed warmth and cosy evenings huddled around the blazing fire.
Eliza was already standing by an open door in one corner. I could see a few stone steps, going down to what was presumably the cellar. I walked across and she led the way down the stairs, switching lights on as she went. At the bottom there was an open space and a single heavy-looking door. Eliza went over to a bench and sat down. She kicked off her girlish pink flip-flops and started zipping herself into a pair of black leather, thigh-length boots.
"These teenagers ..." she commented as she tugged the zips up the backs of her legs, "seem to have fixed ideas in their silly minds and sometimes I have to go along with it. I think they watch far too much porn on their mobiles. I have to assume a certain role. Please don't be too shocked."
She stood up and instantly became five inches taller thanks to the heels on the boots. Then she began to loosen the belt of her robe. My mouth was dry, and I watched with expectation and I was not disappointed. If this was a role then I was all for it. Last weekend she had visited looking elegant and utterly gorgeous. Now she was something else. She dropped the fluffy white robe onto the bench and turned to face me.
"What do you think of the costume," she asked, "it's a bit theatrical but my clients, and their parents or partners, seem to expect it. Curiously so do the girls. And especially their fathers. Who am I to stop their fun?"
I was already excited by her boots and as she had taken off her robe with her back to me, I had had a chance to examine more. I didn't yet know how much she was hidden at the front by her panties, but it hid nothing of her bottom. I was already partly in love with her and now I fell completely. A thin string ran between the cheeks of her arse and as she bent to place her robe on the low bench, I caught the briefest glimpse of her pretty brown bud. When she turned round my eyes widened even more.
The front of her thong was about as tiny as it could be. I could see no hint of hair so I assumed she must be shaved. I tried to swallow but my mouth was too dry. When I let my eyes travel further up her body, I found she was wearing a jet-black corset. Or is it a basque? I'm never sure which is which. It covered her boobs is all I remember. But only just. She wasn't huge in that department but the corset or basque pushed them up until they bulged up and were almost spilling out of the front.
"You like?" she asked with a devilish grin.
I didn't trust myself to speak so I just nodded. She grinned knowingly. She knew the effect she was having on me. She understood my plight and walked past me towards the heavy door. On the wall next to the door was a length of wood with coat hooks screwed onto it. Hanging from it were all sorts of things that I loosely called whips. I'm sure each had their own proper name, but I was entering a world I knew nothing about. She picked out the only one I did recognise, a riding crop. I only knew what it was as my ex had once gone through a horse-riding phase and would often parade around in those tight leggings they wear and brandishing her crop. Eliza also took down a large key. She turned to look at me.
"Ready?" she asked, sensing my nervousness.
I nodded and tried to make myself match her stern expression. I had no real idea what to expect on the other side of the door. Would there really be a naked girl in there or was all this some elaborate game. The key made a satisfying clunk as it settled into the keyhole, a sound that seemed amplified in the silent cellar. With a creak of the hinges the door was swung open and Eliza stepped inside.
For a moment I was tempted to turn and walk back up the stairs, but my curiosity had the better of me. I stepped to one side and peered into the room. It was small, little more than a cell and Eliza seemed to fill most of it. Beyond her, cowering in a corner was her 'client'. She had not been lying. The girl was naked. And she was young, I guessed at about nineteen or twenty. I later found out she was twenty-one but at the time to me she looked younger. A loud crack filled the small space as Eliza smacked the side of her boot with the crop.
"Stand up!" her voice filled the room, and she used a tone that could not be ignored or disobeyed. Slowly the girl got to her feet, looking terrified.
"Position one!" the same voice, the same impelling command. "Remember what I taught you!"
Slowly the girl stood upright and placed her hands behind her head. This made her young breasts push forward almost obscenely. Her face was grubby and streaked with tears and she looked terrified. Her pale skin was also covered in dirty smudges. I guessed it was from being in the cellar as it looked none to clean. It had probably once been used as a coal cellar. Suddenly Eliza's crop struck the girl on the outside of her thigh making her yelp with pain. I jumped at the suddenness of the sharp sound. My movement must have caught the girl's eye as she suddenly saw me standing behind Eliza, watching the proceedings. Her eyes widened in shock at the sight of a new figure. Eliza must have sensed this, and half turned towards me.
"Come in, Duncan," she said and stepped to one side giving me an even clearer view of the frightened naked girl. Somehow, she had kept her pose and corrected it by spreading her legs wide. This inevitable focussed my attention on her pussy which, I was amazed to see, was glistening in the dim light, and appeared to be already oozing with her juices.
"Come and meet my new pupil. Her name is Sylvia although her friends call her Syl. And she lets them, which shows a lack of self-respect I think, don't you?" Without waiting for an answer, she turned back to the girl. "Duncan is a friend and he wanted to meet you. Aren't you honoured, Sylvia?"
The girl nodded dumbly. Another strike with the crop on her thigh made her yelp and find her voice.
"Hello, Sir." She managed to force out.
"Good afternoon, Sylvia, you seem to have got yourself in a bit of trouble."
Eliza turned and grinned at me. I had obviously responded in the right way.
"She has been badly behaved since she got her two days ago," she explained, "I have tried restraints and other punishments and locking her in here was a last resort. She needs to apologise, and do it sincerely, before I will let her out and she can have some food. Surely, I am not being too harsh, am I Duncan?"
