Chapter 13
When we got to the landing and rounded the corner I was met by a sight I both expected and didn't at the same time. Expected because I knew I was staying at the home of a retired dominatrix. Not because after staying in the very conservative surrounding upstairs the literal sex dungeon in the basement was out of place.
"Welcome to my office," she turned to me smiling, "what do you think?"
The space was cavernous. It took up about half the footprint of the house with stone walls. Despite that the room was warmer than the upstairs. Being naked I didn't feel uncomfortable at all. The floor joists were dry walled over save for a single large timber bisecting the basement in half.
On the half we stood in, at the bottom of the stairs was the lounge. A Wet bar took up the corner opposite us, and a sturdy looking coffee table sat surrounded by comfortable looking chairs towards the middle. In the center of table and running up into the ceiling was a shiny silver pole. I wasn't naive enough not to know what that was for.
The beam, that cut the room in half, had multiple attachment points, presumably for harnesses or sex swings. Beyond it the room had what could only be described to a layman as gymnastic equipment.
In the in the center of that half was a large bed sat atop a cage. Restraints dangled off each post. In one corner beside it was a Saint Andrew's cross, and in the other was what looked like a small pommel horse. The whole room was carpeted in a plush red carpet and several large wall mirrors interrupted the stone work. I think this was the first time I had ever gotten an erection from interior design.
Having given me time to take it in, Ms. Laura snapped her fingers, "position one!"
"Yes Ma'am!" I dropped into the position I had been taught.
"I'll be hosting my party down here tonight," she started to drag me over to a small door behind the bar, "I really wanted to play with you one on one down here this morning, but unfortunately I slept in too late. Now we don't have very long to get ready. I need you to help decorate this place for Christmas. Then I have to bake some cookies."
When she got to the door, she dropped the leash and opened it. I assumed position one as she disappeared into the room beyond.
A second later she returned dragging a large tote labeled in marker Christmas stuff. Opening it she started to take out garlands and lights. It was obvious what they were for but then she pulled out a set of green leather straps, festooned with bells.
"Put this on," she said, throwing it to the floor in front of me.
Picking it up I saw it was a chest rid. I've always been into fetish outfits, but not usually on me. A quick glance at Ms. Laura assured me she was enjoying my confusion.
