The Basement

We had bought the old farmhouse several months after I had moved up there. It was beautiful…sitting on 6 acres, surrounded by trees, two-story, wrap around porch, lots of windows and space, and a great basement that could be refinished for a number of things. It needed a lot of work, but neither one of us minded. Jeff and I both wanted to fix it up together.

Our first nite, after we signed all the papers, Jeff brought home some wine and cheese and crackers; tossed some blankets and pillows in the car, and then tossed me in also. We drove the 45 minutes out to the house and not long after I got there he had the fire roaring and what we now refer to as our “bearskin rug” in front of it. The “rug” is a thick old blanket with a great big picture of a bear on it. It became a running joke between us, and there were many nights that we lay in front of the fire on that “rug”, talking, giggling, making love, or just lying quietly, enjoying each other’s company.

I was still looking for a job, after I got there, and Jeff had some vacation time coming up, so we decided to spend two weeks, making a concerted effort to getting some of the house done. There was a lot of painting to be done, and still plenty of unpacking. He had some ideas about what to do with the basement, and was down there clearing things out in preparation of that, while I was upstairs in the kitchen one day, painting all the old cabinets.

It was getting late in the afternoon, and I was finished for the day, and upstairs taking a shower. I heard Jeff come into the room and some rummaging about, and then he left again without saying a word. I wasn’t concerned, just thought he was getting some things out for his shower, so we could go out to dinner like we had talked about. As I was slipping into my robe, he came upstairs again, and wrapping his arms around me, pressed me against the wall and searched my eyes for a moment.

“What is it?” I asked.

He didn’t respond, just leaned in and softly kissed my lips. I slid a hand into his hair and kissed back, moaning softly in my throat when he glided his tongue over my lips, parting them and stroking my tongue with his. I could feel he was getting hard, and that excited me more. We continued to kiss for several minutes, with him making trips down my neck, and pushing my robe out of the way to bite and nibble at my collarbone and shoulder. I was starting to pant at this point, and tried to unbutton his shirt. He grabbed my hands and held them against the wall, while sliding his thigh in-between my legs and rubbing it against my crotch.

I moaned, “What are you doing to me?”

“Time for a little treat.” You growled in my ear, licking at it teasingly. “You have to do exactly as I say, no questions asked.”

I looked carefully at you and swallowed hard. “Ok.” Was all I could say.

Letting go of my hands, you stroked your fingers over my face, and kissed me one more time. “Do you trust me completely?”

“Always and forever” I breathed.

Sliding something out of your pocket, I caught my breath when I recognized the sleeping mask that I kept in my bag of toys. I realized that you must have found them at sometime during the unpacking, and blushed thirteen shades of red. You chuckled softly, and held it up for me to see.

“I thought that this would be an interesting way to start things...put it on.”

I took the mask with shaking hands, and slid it over my head, covering my eyes…I was blind.

I jumped as I felt your fingers slide down my chest, between my breasts, and catch in the sash of the robe that I hadn’t had time to knot. I felt the sash slide open, and the cool air as you slid the robe off my shoulders. I waited for something else to happen, for what seemed forever. I knew you were still standing there, and I knew you were looking at me. I could feel the heat rise in my face again and a sob catch in my throat. I’ve never liked my body, and always tried to keep it as much from view as possible, even after all the time we spent together, at that second, I felt more exposed then I ever had. I flinched as your arms suddenly slid around me, and you whispered in my ear, softly comforting me, and I calmed down.

“Come with me, I have a surprise.” You whispered, taking my hand and pulling me away from the wall.

Walking when you suddenly lose your sight is a very disconcerting feeling. Even if you have wandered the same path over and over, you realize just how much you take for-granted, when you can no longer see it. I felt the floorboards under my feet, and was a bit surprised when you took me out of the bedroom and down the hall.

“Ok….we are going down to the fireplace,” I thought to myself. I was more surprised when you took me down the stairs into the basement. You talked to me the whole way, never letting my step falter, but it was still nerve wracking, and I was excited in a way that I hadn’t been before. I slid my hand over the cool stone walls, on the way down to steady myself, and jumped when my foot touched the cold concrete of the floor.

You stopped at the bottom of the stairs and didn’t say anything. I didn’t speak, didn’t know what to say, and just shifted my weight from one foot to the other, getting more nervous and excited. I trembled when you slid your hands over my waist, and down my ass, pulling me against you, and kissing me hard. All I could do was hang on to your shoulders and moan as you moved your mouth down one side of my neck and onto my breast, catching the nipple in your teeth, and biting, then sucking, then tonguing it before moving to the other one to do the same. I heard a metallic tinkling sound, and in the split second before you attached the nipple clamp I realized what it was. I gasped out loud, and caught my lip in my teeth, and groaned. Then I felt the cold chain as you slid it over my stomach and licked my other nipple again, before attaching the other clamp.

“You have quite a collection of toys, Lindsey” you chuckled. “What else have you been keeping from me?”

I stuttered, trying to get my mind around what was happening, “Nothing…err…I don’t know…”

Two sharp smacks on my ass brought a sudden intake of breath, and a feeling that went straight to my pussy, making me moan out loud. “Oh my god, Jeff…what are you doing to me.”

“I’m doing what you’ve been wanting someone to do for along time, I think…” You said as you moved behind me. I felt your hands slide across my ass, caressing where you had just smacked them, and move slowly up my sides, tickling me as you went before you slid them around front, cupping and lifting my tits, jiggling them, I could hear the chain between the clamps tinkling again, and leaned back against you, covering your hands with my own, trying to feel what you felt.

Suddenly you dropped my tits and grabbed my shoulders, propelling me across the cold floor once more. I felt something soft underfoot, and realized that you must have put down some blankets or something, and stepped up on them.

“Your collection was lacking in a few things, but I think I have added enough for tonight’s little adventure. From now on, we’ll buy things together, just like we’ll do everything else that we do together.” You had positioned me while you were talking to me, and took a hand in yours, raising it, and stretching it out from my body. I heard the buckles on the cuff, as you tightened it around my wrist, and was glad of the fur lining, when I tried to twist my hand. I started to try and push the blindfold off, with my other hand, beginning to go into sensory overload, but you grabbed my hand, and with several more hard swats to my ass, and a firm “Be still!” I let you buckle the other cuff. My ass was burning from the last round of swats, and I shook my head, trying to calm down a little. It seemed like all my feeling was centered on my burning ass, which was shooting feeling straight to my pussy, and my nipples, which were doing the same thing.

You hands came up over my breasts again, fingernail flicking across the nipples, my moans and your quickened breathing were all that I could hear, besides the blood pounding in my ears.

“I didn’t think I could do this,” you moaned against my mouth, before engaging me in a long breathtaking kiss “but now, I don’t think I could stop.”

We kissed for several more minutes, and all I could think was how badly I wanted you to touch my pussy. I ached for it, burned for it, wanted to scream for it! But I knew you were controlling this situation, and nothing that I did would change the course that you had set. I pulled against the cuffs, and you laughed at me. I heard you moving things about, but you weren’t speaking, and I was going nuts trying to figure out what you were doing. I was rubbing my thighs together, and could feel the wetness, when I realized that you weren’t making any more noise.

“Hmmm…we’ll have to take care of that too.”

I felt your hand slide up the back of my leg, and another up the front, one set of fingers wedging in my ass cheeks, the other gliding over my moist pussy lips, parting them, and teasing me, my legs spreading, wanting more of you. Your hands slid back down over my leg to my ankle, and suddenly you were tightening a cuff around it also.

“No!” I gasped, and tried to pull my leg away, but it was too late, and the cuff was on. You moved away and I felt my leg start to slide across the floor, as you spread me out. I tried frantically to stop, but you were always stronger then me, and it was a losing battle. I knew what was coming next, but didn’t know what to do about it.

Once again, your fingers slid into me, making me groan out loud this time as you thrust into me with one finger, and slide your thumb around my clit at the same time. I shivered and threw my head back, hoping that you’d keep doing what you were doing. But the hands suddenly grasped my other ankle, and attached the last cuff. Again my foot slid across the floor, and I was more exposed then I’d ever felt in my life.

You came up behind me and cupped a tit in one hand, and slide your other hand down to my pussy, not doing anything but applying pressure, making me grind against you. I could feel your hard cock, still in your jeans, but rubbing in the crack of my ass. I moaned again, and writhed in the cuffs.

“Oh god….oh god….oh god….What are you doing to me?!!?” I shivered and leaned my head back against you.

“I’m giving you what you want, katt.” You whispered in my ear, using the nickname that you were so familiar with. “If at any point in time, you want to stop this, just say ‘fury’, and it will all stop. Ok?”

I nodded my head.

“No, tell me that you understand.”

I drew in a deep shuddering breath, “I understand…’fury’, I got it.”

You walked away and I stood, waiting to see what would happen next. I felt the faintest of touches on my ribs and jumped, making the chain on the clamps dance as my tits bounced. Same touch on the other side and I jumped again. I realized that you had the feather that we sometimes played with, but this time there would be no protecting myself, and you were going to take full advantage of my ticklish nature. It stroked up and down one side, from hip to armpit, and I shrieked and giggled, pulling desperately on the cuffs that weren’t going to yield.

“Nooooooooo!!! That’s unfair!!” I danced in the bindings, as you went from one side to the other. I was panting, turned on, tormented all at once. Then you slide it up the inside of my thigh, and I strained to pull my legs together, trying to find someway to protect myself, but unable too. I screamed in my frustration and threw my head about when you played the feather over my pussy lips, tickling, teasing, tormenting me to the point of no return.

“Oh god!! Please…Please!!” I screamed and begged, along with many other incoherent words that I don’t remember.

Suddenly it all stopped, and I sagged in the cuffs, sweat pouring off me, panting for air. I felt an ice cube at my lips, and sucked thirstily at it.

“Here baby, lick on this for a minute….breathe.” You spoke gently too me, holding the ice cube so that I could lick it, that was replaced by another one as I calmed down, and my breathing returned to some semblance of normal. Then you took the ice cube and started rubbing it over my pinched nipples, making them throb and ache, freezing them to the point of pain, and then covering them with your tongue, making them burn again. I moaned again when you grabbed the chain and pulled on the clamps, stretching my nipples, the pain shooting down to my pussy, making it twitch.

You kissed me, and I feasted on your tongue, drawing it in my mouth, sucking on it like I would never let it go. You groaned deep in your throat, and ground your hard cock against me.

You growled in my ear, “I want to fuck you so bad right now, but it’s not time….there are still other things to do….other things to try. And I don’t think you want it bad enough yet.”

I moaned listening to you talk like that, you were slowly sliding your finger in me again, and all I could do was hump against your hand, begging you to please make me cum. But you wouldn’t…..you just continued to tease.

You moved away again, and I snarled in frustration, and jerked at the ropes. I could hear you laughing at my reaction, and then you were behind me again, something cool and slick on your finger as you worked it between my cheeks. “Relax katt, relax, I’m going to make you purr.” You started to slide a finger in my ass and I tensed up, but you kept talking to me, and working it slowly and soon it was sliding freely in and out of my asshole, then you added another finger, and I groaned, as I started to push back against you. I protested when you took your fingers away, but you replaced them with one of the larger butt plugs that I had in my bag of toys. Slowly you started to slide it in, I gasped and tried to relax as my ass stretched out around it. Moaning when it reached the biggest part, then adjusting to the fullness, as it slid past and my sphincter was able to close around the base.

“Oh my god….I feel stuffed. Baby, you are going to kill me today, I just want you to know that.” I shook my head, trying to clear it, while you laughed at my comment. You moved the plug around a little with one hand, and then started playing with my clit with the other. I moaned and groaned, trying desperately to get your fingers inside of me, to make you do anything that would make me cum.

“Please fuck me….Please! I’ll suck your cock for an hour, I’ll do anything you want…..Just please fuck me!!”

“No, it’s not time yet.” You said, and you moved away from me again. I slumped in the cuffs and waited again. Suddenly you grabbed the chain and pulled the clamps again, making me shriek. “But I do want a taste of you….” And then you licked me slowly, splitting my pussy lips, and sliding around my clit with your hot tongue, driving me over the edge, and making me rock my hips against you, as you slowly licked me, back and forth, bringing me nearer and nearer the edge.

“uh…uh…uh…Oh god yes, I’m going to cum….please don’t stop, please!” I moaned.

But, just as suddenly as you started, you stopped again.

“Noooooooooooooo!!!!!” I screamed at you.

You stood up and kissed me deeply, and I could taste myself on your tongue, and lips, I tried to grind against you, but you held my hips and wouldn’t let me. Then you whispered softly “It’s not time yet.”

You moved around behind me again and I felt something cool, hard and silky slide across my ass. “Something else I added to the toy chest. Do you remember your safe word?”

I took a deep breath, because I knew what was coming. “’Fury’, yes, I remember it.” As many times as I had fantasized about it, I had never actually done any of this, at least not to this extent. I knew that this was something far removed from what Jeff would normally do. He was a big man, and lovingly referred to as “Bear” by a lot of people. But he was a gentle man by nature and I knew that he was doing this for me. It was that knowledge, and the trust that I had for him that made me realize how much he loved me.

Before he continued, he took the clamps off, one at a time, and I cried out in pain as the blood rushed back into my nipples. Jeff sucked and licked at them gently, turning the pain into pleasure that shot right back down to my already soaking pussy. Then he slowly slid a finger into me, then into my mouth.

“Taste yourself….”

I licked his finger and sucked it like it was a small cock, sliding my tongue over and around it, sucking all the salty juice off. He groaned as I did this and grabbing my head in his hands kissed me passionately, whispering against my lips, “It’s almost time.” Then he slid the blindfold off my face so I could see again, I found myself looking into his eyes, and melting as he kissed me again.

“I love you so much,” I moaned against his warm lips.

“I know.”

Then he held up the wood paddle that he bought, smiled wickedly at me and moved around to the side. I held my breath and waited, I could feel my ass cheeks flexing around the butt plug that was still in place, like they had a mind of their own, and I had no control at all. Suddenly the first crack hit. My ass burned right across both cheeks, it hadn’t been hard, but it sure stung! Jeff waited, maybe to see if I would use the safe word, maybe just to give himself a minute to breath, maybe just because.

Then the next one hit, just on the right cheek, a little harder then the first, the burning sensation moving through, and just as it was peaking, he smacked the left cheek. I gasped and could feel goose bumps breaking out over my body. SMACK! SMACK! In quick succession, one on each cheek I moaned and bit my lip, a couple tears trickling down my face, as he caressed each cheek gently, soothing the burning, then he thrust two fingers into my pussy and started to finger fuck me in earnest, rubbing my clit with his thumb, and making me howl. I threw my head back, reveling in the sensations when suddenly a volley of sharp smacks, each one harder then before took my breath away, and sent sensation coursing through my body. I couldn’t make a sound, I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move.

My pussy was dripping, Jeff was still fingering me, but he was avoiding my clit now, and driving the frustration higher. Then he hit me again, this time from underneath, catching the curve of my ass cheeks, and the hardest smacks yet. I screamed, when I could breathe again, and begged him to fuck me, finish it before he killed me.

He unbuckled the straps holding my ankles, then the ones holding my arms, easing my shuddering body to the blanket on the floor, he kissed me as I frantically undid his pants and shoved them down around his knees, wrapping my hand around his cock, and sliding it back and forth, feeling the hardness, the silky skin, brushing my thumb across the head and gathering up the precum that was there, I leaned back and looked at him, then sucked my thumb into my mouth and licked off all the juice. Jeff shoved his jeans off the rest of the way and launched himself at me, kissing and biting, as I reciprocated. Hotter then either one of us had ever been before.

There were no more words spoken…none were needed. Jeff hooked one of my legs over his shoulder and guided his cock into my pussy, burying himself as deep as he could, then pulling all but the head out, doing this over and over again, increasing the tempo as he went, I reached down in between us and started playing with my clit, I was about to go over the edge, and I could feel him swelling inside me, and see from the look on his face that he was about to cum too. I shrieked as the first sensation hit me, the orgasm rolling up from deep in my body, taking my breath away, arching my back like I could draw him in me completely, slamming against him, feeling his balls slapping against me as his thrusting increased and with a loud growl he started shooting into me.