Basement lessons (MF BDSM)

Drip. She hears it again. Drip. She opens her eyes, her life heavy from sleep. She’s been down here for what feels like days, but she’s unsure of what it really is. She tries to rub her face, but can’t move. That’s right, he left her locked up. She’s been naughty and he won’t let her out until she’s been punished. He left her with just enough room to move her body around and that’s about it.

After what feels like eternity, she hears a bang as the door closes upstairs. She shakes a little. She can feel her heart race and she hears his footsteps caressing the floorboards above. She can actually feel herself getting wet as the steps get closer and closer. Her mouth moves slowly over the gag, making her breathe out of her nose even more deeply. Her hands itch behind her back as she waits eagerly for him to untie her binds. She hangs in the swing and her mind races as she wonders what he’ll do this time. The last time she was naughty she couldn’t sit down for a week after her punishment.