City Of Need

11 🖤 Back In The Basement

You stand up, gently pull on my leash, and say, 'Come.'

I follow you to the door of the basement. I'm two steps behind you, and crawling slowly. Hesitant. Nervous. Unsure. And yet, still trusting you. Trying to put my doubts aside, as you open the door.

I know what lies beyond this door now. This is the place where your monsters come out to play. This place houses my demons.

The stairs are hard on my knees, no carpet here. Still I crawl down them from you. Remembering the different heights of them, still scared that I'll fall anyway.

'I've got you, Little Doll. I won't let you fall.'

'How is it that you always know what I'm thinking?'

'Because you are mine. How would I not? I have taken the time to get to know everything about you.'

I turn back to you and smile.

You smile down on me, and then your smile is replaced by that stern look you get, and you say, 'Go on. Get.'

And I turn back to the task in hand of crawling down to the floor for you.

At the bottom of the staircase I kneel and wait for you to walk past me. Wait to see where you'll lead me. I was scared last time we came here, but now as I kneel in the dark, it feels like a sacred place. A place I come to worship you.

Will you break me this time? Train the insolence out of me? Is that really what you want? Because I have a feeling that if I became that sweet soft girl, the one that obeys your every command, though you may like it for a little while, you'd soon start to miss the spirit of me.

This is who we are, you try to tame me, and I refuse to be tamed. You threaten me with cages, and I willingly crawl into them, begging for your punishment and your love.

Because without all this, who would we be?

You walk around me, turn to me, put my leash in my mouth. 'Wait,' you say.

I watch you move around the basement, switching on those lamps, with their soft yellow light, illuminating the instruments of destruction, and my fingers quietly tear a hole in the front of my fishnets, and find their way to my pussy...

You move slowly, deliberately. Not looking at me as you pick up paddles, and crops, placing them on a table in the middle of the room. Opening drawers and taking out toys and jewellery, placing them next to the paddles and crops. Finally, with your back to me, you open a cupboard and pull out a cane.

My pussy contracts around my fingers, and I gasp, a little too loudly. I see your shoulders sharpen, watch as you turn slowly to me, taking in my open mouth, the new hole in the fishnets you bought me, my fingers in a place they have no permission to be in.

'Jesussss..' you say on the out breath and shake your head. 'Jesus Christ, Roxy.' You walk to the table, drop the cane on it and stalk across the room towards me.

With each step you take, your eyes harden a little more. There is nothing soft about you now.

I sit back further, my leash still in my mouth, and I whimper.

Reaching me you wrap your hand into my hair and pull me, marching me towards the mat as I scramble on hands and knees trying to keep up.

I try and say I'm sorry, but I'm too scared to drop the leash, so only incomprehensible words muffle out around it.

You more or less swing me onto the mat by my hair. I collapse onto it on my side and roll into a fetal ball. Watching as you pull the longest chain, the one with the ankle restraint on it, from the hoop that's cemented into the floor. I wrap myself up tighter. 'I'm sorry. Sir, I'm sorry. I didn't realize I was doing it.'

'You're supposed to be scared, Roxy. When I set the scene. That's why I do what I do. But you don't know how to play the bloody game, so we'll have to take it one step further.'

You wrap the restraint around my ankle, then take a padlock from your pocket, lock it onto the restraint and show me the key. 'This is the key to my property. You can't say I don't own you now.' You stare me down, daring me to disagree.

'Yes, Sir,' I mumble in acquiesce. I am not an idiot. I may enjoying poking the hornets nest, but when the hornets are swarming I do my best not to get stung too badly.

The surprise on your face is almost worth the humiliation of agreeing with you. As the surprise is replaced by delight, I realize that the real thing I love is seeing that look. Making you happy.

Softness returns to your smile and you lay down next to me, stroke the top of my head, and say, 'Such a good little pet for your master.'

Fuck. Back with the master thing. You really do know how to push your luck. You stroke down my face, swipe your thumb along my lip, and I open my mouth.

You put your thumb inside my smiling mouth, and I suck, work my tongue around it. Press my tongue between your thumb pad and the inside on your nail. I see that sparkle that lights up your eyes when you think you're taming me. Making me small and soft and pliable, so I bite down, hard.

'Fuck!' You yell, trying to pull your thumb out of my mouth, but I'm clamped down hard and I don't let go. 'Get off me, Violet.' You're kneeling up now, one hand pushing on my head, the other stuck to my mouth by your thumb, as you scream and yell. There is a key to this puzzle, but you're too shocked to work it out.

I look up at you and a giggle rolls around inside my mouth, next to your thumb. Your eyes flare, and then you stop pushing my head and hold my nose. I try and push against your arms, but I can't, I open my mouth a crack, to get some oxygen, but it's enough to weaken the grip of my teeth and you pull hard suddenly, freeing yourself from my mouth.

'You've fucking had it now, Roxy. You'll be lucky if you can walk back up those stairs by the time I'm finished with you...'