Hi, the original chapters 2 & 3 got rejected as too graphic, so I redid this to include the description of the basement and to lead into chapter 4. Thanks, Rachel.
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"This is my Uncle's play room," said Jared.
"What the fuck do you mean play room?" I said.
"Oh, didn't I tell you? My Uncle runs a bondage website, he makes films down here then sells them at his site, pulls in some serious cash. Where did you think this house came from?"
Rick piped in with, "Cool, awesome dude."
I was shocked. I had watched one bondage video with Rick and thought it was sick. They had tortured some girl to tears. She kept screaming from the obvious pain they were putting her thru. Rick had mentioned tying me up a couple of times, and it sounded like fun, but after seeing that vid I told him no fucking way. He never mentioned it again, but I knew he still looked at bondage porn on the internet.
I surveyed my surroundings. Directly across from us was the bar Jared had mentioned. It was quite large and had 6 stools lined up in front of it. There were also two small round tables with chairs in front of the bar stools. And there were two large couches that for some reason were facing outward toward the side walls.
I looked up and there was a large wooden beam running from one wall, clear across to the other side. There were about a dozen chains hanging from it. There looked to be some kind of pulley system holding the chains in three different places along the beams length. There were metal rings fastened to the beam every few feet. Right in the middle of the room was another wooden beam running from the upper beam to the floor. It had another length of wood attached to it about shoulder high so it looked like a cross. It too had metal rings and chains attached to it.
I looked to my right and there was an area against the wall that had pads on the floor and what looked to be two large padded pieces of wood attached to the wall in the shape of an X, complete with about ten metal rings. The wall surrounding it was also padded. Lining the wall between the X and the bar were shelves full of every dildo and vibrator known to man. There was one bookcase full of what appeared to be leather harnesses and various leather straps, all were covered with shiny silver rings. Hanging from rows of hooks on the wall were one large whip and two smaller ones. About a dozen various floggers (as I was to learn what they were called later), all different lengths and colors. Under those was a shelf full of lots of collars and wrist restraints. In the corner were two metal rings attached to the wall at floor level and two more about 7 feet above the floor, all with chains attached.
I followed the cross beam to the left. Directly underneath it up against the left wall was a large bed with very tall wooden posts at each corner. Attached to each post were two chains, one high and one low. There was another chain hooked to a ring on the wall directly centered at the head of the bed, there was no headboard. Also hanging above the bed was another one of the pulleys with two chains hanging from it and two large mirrors. Just to the side of the bed was what was shaped like a coffee table, but at regular table height. It too was wooden and was covered by a blanket and also had the requisite chains attached at each leg, There were four chairs surrounding it.
And the cameras. There were Video cameras high up on the walls in each corner and in the middle of each wall, even one behind the bar. There were three larger ones mounted to tri-pods surrounding the bed. There were two more on either side of the cross structure in the center of the floor and one more in front of the X. There was one suspended directly over the bed and one hanging down in front of the X. There were enough bright lights in here to light up an airport. They were giving off quite a bit of heat too. A big screen TV was mounted to the wall behind the bar.
Even though this was a very large room, I knew from the layout of the house that there had to be more space down here. I saw the door behind the bar and asked what was behind it. Jared said that it led to a series of specialized rooms for different needs, what kind of needs I didn't want to know.
So here I stood in just my bikini bottoms with two naked men in what for all practical purposes was a torture chamber. I didn't like it. My horniness went away and was replaced by a nervous feeling in the pit of my stomach. Having sex down here was out of the question for me.
I said, "Ok guys, you two might like it in here but it gives me the creeps, no way are we doing anything down here, lets go upstairs."
Jared said, "That's fine Rach, let me grab a couple of beers and fix you a drink and we'll get out of here."
