My first dip into a more “hard” style of erotica. I hope you enjoy it.
To most people, the door to the basement looks pretty innocuous, with nothing to make it stand out from any of the doors in the house, except for one detail. At the top and bottom of the frame are two large heavy deadbolts and one heavy duty padlock, the key to which hangs discreetly around my neck and beneath my shirt. Generally ignored by most, they serve one vital purpose and keep you away from any prying eyes. But they wont save you from me.
At any time of the day or night I could decide to pay you a visit, the heavy locks sliding open loudly before the sound of the door swinging open signals my approach. I leave the door open knowing you won’t attempt to escape, and we certainly wont be interrupted. The light is dim, but you’re framed perfectly. Bound with rope and kept on the edge of constant climax by the wand crudely taped to your thigh, just barely brushing against your clit.