(some of the tags are for later chapters, just putting them in now as a warning)
Chapter One
For the past five years it has just been me and my dad, my mom died when I was fourteen and dad has never dated since she left. With dad working all the time I've had to look after myself a lot during the last five years, and I've had to look after the house, doing all the cleaning and cooking and most of the shopping. For the most part me and dad haven't spent much time together over the last half decade, I've been too busy with school and housework and he has been too busy working. The time he wasn't working was mostly spent either sleeping or down in the basement. I had never been down in the basement, it was a forbidden space, even before mom had died I wasn't allowed down there. For as long as I can remember I've imagined what could be down there, though the most likely answer that I've come up with is that it's just some sort of wine cellar or maybe some sort of chill out gaming room for my dad, not that he's ever shown much interest in wine or gaming.
It began a few weeks after my nineteenth birthday, I was doing a thorough spring cleaning of the house. I was cleaning out my dad's room when I stumbled across a loose floorboard beneath his bed. Usually I'm a good girl and would never mess with anything that was clearly not meant for me, but that day I must have been feeling particularly curious. I lifted up the floorboard, there was a dark, hollow space beneath. Using the torch on my phone I peered into the dark space, it was virtually empty besides a small wooden box. I picked the box up, my heart racing, this having been the most daring thing I had ever done up to that point. After a few moments of hesitation I opened the box. The only thing inside was an ornate-looking key, it only took my mind a few seconds to realise what it was for.
I checked the time, I had at least an hour before dad would be home.
Despite being home alone I crept down the stairs towards the basement door, I felt so naughty, so rebellious, so alive as I descended. The door was metal and cold to the touch, though the shivers running down my spine were from nervousness rather than the cold.
I inserted the key and carefully turned it, the heavy clunking of the locking mechanism sending more waves of nervousness through me. With a final, heavy clunk and a small push the door swung upon.
It was pitch black inside the basement and I fumbled around for a lightswitch that was fortunately right next to the door.
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.
