The holiday break was about to come to an end. My big brother and I had gone home for four days, and spent three days in Seattle to celebrate the start of 2007 with a mutual friend from high school. I had spent as much time as possible working at the video store, while he had decided to quit his job and was looking for something different. We had bought our textbooks for the coming semester at our respective colleges, and were rested enough to resume our educations.
However, it had been a long, long time since we had made use of the basement dungeon. If anything, my Master or I would go to the basement, gather a few supplies, and bring them upstairs. The main reason was that the dungeon itself was not connected with the rest of the house's heating system. There must have been a reason for that when the house was built, but neither of us could truly understand it.
On the final night of the holiday break, however, we went to the basement dungeon together. In fact, my big brother and Master carried me down the basement steps and through the front room of the basement, the proximity of the furnace making me feel quite warm in my sweatshirt and jeans. I turned the knob, and was carried into the dungeon itself.
The bolts, the chains, the floggers on the walls, the self-assemble spanking bench we had bought, the dressers full of supplies... it was all instantly familiar, and I felt quite at home. I could also feel the change of air temperature, sending a small chill down my spine.
"Your choice tonight," he whispered as he set me down on my feet. "You choose what and how."
We shared an illicit gaze as I thought about it. He reached up to stroke my cheek, his hand quite warm against my face.
At last, I decided. "Blindfold me," I requested, "with my wrists chained above me. Use a spreader bar between my ankles. Then just touch me. Just touch me..."
"That sounds quite nice," he replied softly before kissing my forehead.
It took my loving Master a few moments to gather the supplies, then he returned and positioned me to stand beneath a pair of chains dangling from a strong bolt in the ceiling. I liked it, standing away from the walls, since that would allow him to touch all of me, not just one side of me.
His actions were slow, thoughtful, caring. There was a lot of eye contact between us and more than a few contented smiles as he applied each wrist cuff and connected it with a double-headed clip to one of the dangling chains. My arms were not quite directly over my head, the chains loose enough to give me a bit of slack, important for struggling in my bonds when I was being paddled or spanked or whipped while in this vulnerable position.
My sex was already beginning to moisten in anticipation. "Master..." I whispered despite myself, and he kissed my forehead again, then started to slowly work his way down my body, touching me like a brother should never touch his sister, adoring me like a man should always revere a woman. As his hands kneaded my ass and his lips kissed the crotch of my jeans, I wondered if he could smell my desire, if he knew that I was already wet for him. Despite the cool air in the dungeon, I secretly wished that instead of a thong and jeans, I was wearing only a miniskirt, without a thong, so that he could better smell my desire and see my love for him trickling down my legs.
Even as he applied the ankle cuffs and connected them to either end of the spreader bar, I felt my Master's forbidden love for me. It was evident in the slow, graceful, methodical motions of his hands. It was evident in the time he took to ensure the security of the buckles, the strength of the snaps, the slightly-strained parting of my legs. When he finally looked up my body once more to inspect his handiwork, I saw the genuine excitement, still evident after all this time, of having his forbidden twin helplessly bound before him of her own free will.
Standing at last, my Master reached into the back pocket of his jeans and withdrew the blindfold. We shared one last loving gaze before he plunged me into a world of erotic darkness.
He touched me, and I responded. Five millennia could have passed -- I lost all sense of time as he touched me, his hands sculpting me into a whimpering young slave leaking her love. As he touched me, he kissed my neck and my face, his lips burning upon my skin. He had me writhing -- writhing against the bonds, writhing into him, writhing with the energy growing inside me.
"You are quite the vision of desire," he whispered into my ear, his breath hot against me. His fingers scraped across a breast, catching the nipple just right, causing me to gasp softly and instinctively tug at the chains holding my arms erect.
