The lights flickered on and my eyes went wide with shock, all around the basement walls were strange looking devices, many with what looked like wrist and ankle restraints, in some areas the walls were covered by racks that held what could only be sex toys, though some of them looked more like torture devices. My heart pounded, what the hell was dad doing down here? I asked myself silently. It was all too overwhelming, too weird, too dirty, I wanted to run back upstairs, put the key back in the box and put the box back under the floorboard and pretend that nothing had ever happened, but I couldn't. I couldn't draw myself away from that place, despite my nerves and fear I found myself unable to leave, instead I found that I was exploring further, brushing my fingertips against the different strange objects, feeling the cold of metal, the hard of plastic and the soft, heavy feel of leather. I didn't feel brave enough to place myself in any of the devices or to pick up anything, instead my attention was drawn to another door in the far corner.
This door wasn't locked and led into a walk in wardrobe, but this wasn't like any wardrobe I had seen before. The floor was lined with heels, high-heeled boots and even a few pairs with padlocks on them, none of them had heels less than five inches. The walls were lined with clothes railings which were mostly filled with dresses, skirts and lingerie, with a few other outfits here and there. An item of clothing right at the end of the left-hand-side railing drew my attention. It looked like a jumpsuit but was made out of shiny black material that felt almost rubbery to touch.
I knew I shouldn't but couldn't help myself, I stripped off to my underwear and took the jumpsuit off the railing. I unzipped the back and slid my bare feet into it, it was hard work, the material of the jumpsuit was tight and made it difficult to squeeze into despite my relative skinniness. Once my feet were in I pulled it up around my body and then slid my hands and arms into the correct holes, pulling them through one at a time. The suit zipped up at the back and I had a hard time pulling it up, only managing to get it half way up my back before giving up. I ignored the zipper for a moment and looked at myself in the tall mirror that hung on the wall opposite the door. I could see my entire figure reflected back at me, the majority of my skin was covered by the skin tight material, it felt good hugging every inch of my body. The only parts of my body still showing were my hands, feet and head. My long brown hair cascaded down my back to my waist, dad always told me that I had my mother's hair, a relief considering he was bald.
Thinking of my dad reminded me to check the time, I still had forty minutes until he would be home, plenty of time to have a quick walk around in the outfit I thought to myself. As I was walking out of the walk-in-wardrobe I couldn't help myself from having another look at the heels, they would be hard to walk in, but some of them would go great with the outfit and they would give my bare feet a break from the cold, hard floor of the basement. I settled on a pair of five inch black stilettos that looked relatively plain compared to some of the other choices. I slipped them onto my feet and luckily they were my size, which made sense as I was roughly the same size as my mom had been. Holding on to the wall for support I turned and took a look back in the mirror, my soft, cute and innocent features looking back at me, a stark contrast to how I currently felt inside, daring and brave.
Conscious of the time I walked carefully out into the main room of the basement. The heels were difficult to walk in so I decided to set myself a challenge, to reach the door leading to the rest of the house without using anything to support myself.
I took my first steps away from the wall slowly and carefully, my legs shaking slightly from nervousness, expecting my feet to give way beneath me at any time. Before I knew it I had reached the halfway mark, I started to move quicker now, feeling more confident. I reached the door in no time, allowing myself to lean against it for support.
I was starting to get a thrill from this sneaking around, and I was starting to feel more confident in the heels. I walked around a bit more, using the walls less and less to support myself. With my new confidence I started to inspect some more of the toys about the place, a few were easy to recognise such as dildos and whips, others looked stranger and their function was harder to place. I picked up a blindfold and wrapped it around my eyes, blocking my vision entirely. I stood there for a few moments and that was enough for me to get a feeling of nervous excitement, my mind starting to imagine what could be going on around me. I took the blindfold back off, it made me a little too nervous not being able to see anything.
I checked the time, I still had twenty minutes until dad would be home. I wasn't quite ready to get changed and go back upstairs so I looked around for something to do. It was then that I noticed a flat screen TV along one of the walls, there was a table beneath it with a dvd player sat on the top. I walked over to it, nearly stumbling in my heels but managing to keep my balance, a feat that made me feel a little proud. There was a remote on top of the dvd player, I leaned down and picked it up and pressed the on button. The TV flickered on almost instantaneously.
