"Basement"( MF FF bd ds )[1/1]

    I looked around.  She wasn't around, though her car was in the 
driveway.  Then she emerged from the basement door.  She interrupted my 
greeting with "Come here, you've got to see this!"  

    I looked at her.  She was smiling.  It was definitely a smile of 
excitement and anticipation.  I wondered what she could be up to.  

    I followed her down: and was *definitely* in for a shock!  There was a 
*woman*, tied up!  She was standing naked, and her hands were tied above 
her head, to the beams overhead!  She was also blindfolded and gagged!  

    Now Casey and I *had* talked about this sort of thing.  Well, not 
really *this* sort of thing: in our more open moments, I'd confessed a 
desire to try spanking her, and Casey had surprised me with her response: 
she wasn't  interested in being on the receiving end of my fantasy, but 
she'd told me that she *also* found the idea of spanking a woman appealing.  
Well, we'd exchanged a couple of fantasies and talked a little about videos 
that we might find interesting, but we'd *never* discussed actually *doing* 
it.  And a bound woman in the basement was way beyond anything we'd even 
*hinted* at!  

    I stared.  The woman was short, with very long blond hair hanging down 
her back, very tan, and looked compact, solid and muscular: in excellent 
physical shape.  And she was obviously struggling to get away!  I didn't 
recognize her.  

    "Casey: who is it?" I was whispering.  

    "A friend of Samantha's."  Samantha is a secretary where Casey works: 
I'd met her a few times and Casey often talked about her.  

    "Does she like this?"  The struggling was making me nervous.  

    "No." 

    "Casey!..."  

    "Oh, don't worry: she's willing enough.  She's just putting on an act 
for our benefit.  Let me have your belt."  

    "Are you sure it's OK with her?"  

    She laughed a little while she unbuckled it herself, and she had off of 
me in two seconds.  "It *better* be!" she responded.  "Yes, it's OK with 
her," she added seeming almost perturbed at my undoubtedly unconvinced 
expression.  She was swinging around the belt now.  

    "Why... why would she want this if she doesn't like it?"  

    Casey whipped her with the belt.  I watched the woman's body jerk, then 
she struggled harder, obviously trying to yell through the gag.  "Oh, I'm 
sure she feels she owes me," she added.  She whipped the woman again.  I 
stared.  

    "You've got to fuck her ass," she said.  You have to believe me when I 
say this was definitely not the Casey I knew.  She whipped the woman again. 
Casey, encouraging me to have sex with another woman.  Using the word 
*fuck*. Anal sex.  She kept whipping the woman.  

    I turned to the sound of steps on the stairway.  It was Samantha!  She 
stood in the middle of the stairway, looking down at us.  I looked back at 
Casey,  who was giving Samantha a big smile.  She turned and started 
whipping the woman again with the belt.  

    I looked back at Samantha and almost said something, but she held her 
finger over her mouth to keep me quiet, then motioned me to follow her back 
up.  I glanced back at Casey, who was still whipping the woman, then 
followed Samantha. 

    She closed the basement door and sat down at the kitchen table.  "You 
look kind of surprised," she offered with a grin.  

    "I don't know *what's* going on," I returned.  "Who *is* that?"  

    "Oh, that's Tina.  I don't want her to know I'm here."  I didn't 
answer, and she went on: "Oh, you don't know what happened, do you.  Casey 
went out to lunch with us once, and we all kind of shared our, uh, men's 
kinkiest fantasies.  After that, it kind of came out that Tina and her 
boyfriend had similar fantasies to yours and Casey's.  Then..."  

    "*My* fantasies?" I interrupted, feeling weak.  

    "Yes," she said.  She didn't seem to be putting me down at all and I 
relaxed a little.  

    "Casey said Tina doesn't like being, uh, whipped," I continued.  

    She laughed.  "She's got *that* right."  She got up and walked over to 
the door and opened it.  The sound of Casey's whipping came up the 
stairwell. Then she shut the door and came back, saying: "You know, Casey 
is really something with that belt.  She's kind of *firm* with it..." She 
didn't finish, but seemed lost in thought.  Then she looked at me, smiling, 
and said: "Do *you* like to use it?"  She'd put both hands on her rear as 
she stood there.  

    "I..." I just couldn't talk that directly about it to Samantha, who was 
practically a stranger to me.  "Listen, why does she let herself be whipped 
if she hates it?"  

    She sat down again, smiling at me.  "Oh, she *owes* Casey," she said.  
I couldn't figure out her smile.  "Casey told you to do her in the rear, 
too, didn't she?"  

    "Yes."  I was thinking furiously, trying to figure this out.  

    "She... she'll keep Tina here for several days."  

    "Days?"  

    "*Oh, yes!* Let me see, how many days were you in Atlanta?"  Atlanta!? 
The only time I'd been there recently had been for a trade show, for most 
of a week.  I just stared, still trying to figure her out.  What did 
Atlanta have to do with it?  

    While I was staring, she grinned at me and headed back for the basement 
door. "I've got to get *my* turn with Tina," she said with a grin.  "Don't 
say anything: I don't want Tina to know I did it."  She opened the basement 
door and motioned me to follow.  I still heard the sound of whipping.  She 
stopped on the stairs as we descended and I ended up bumping into her.  
Tina was still squirming something awful.  "She's really something the way 
she uses that belt," Samantha whispered to me.  I realized her fingers were 
on my cock as she talked.  She went on: "A real firm, uh, disciplinarian.  
Maybe I should, uh, see what it would be like to...uh..."