Sunday, May 3, 2009


My first night in the basement came about a week after the honeymoon.

Jason was particularly aggressive that day. When I came home from work, he was waiting and immediately took my hand and guided me upstairs. In the bedroom, he pushed me down to the bed, and produced handcuffs that quickly secured my arms above my head. With my wrists handcuffed to the bed, he straddled me, passion in his eyes, desire emanating from his body. Just looking at him made me wet with arousal, and I wanted him so badly I could hardly stand it.

The cuffs kept me from clutching him to me, and instead he ripped my clothes off, tearing off my blouse as I breathed heavily from arousal, spreading my legs to either side of his body. My legs wrapped slightly around his kneeling form, the sound of his zipper producing a gasp of anticipation from me. He was rock hard. His cock slid against my soaking wet panties, and I almost came right then.

He took a black cloth and covered my eyes, blindfolding me. I could see nothing, but felt everything. The blindfold made me feel all the more helpless and vulnerable, which in turn made me even more aroused. I wanted him inside of me so badly.

I jerked against the cuffs, I knew there was no point but I could not help it. My body wanted to surround him, take him in to me, grasp him and consume him. Instead I jerked and strained and lay their with my legs wide, pleading for him to enter. He did, finally. His cock found its way around the slim crotch of my panties and pushed it aside, slipping up my cunt with ease in spite of its size, I was so wet.

Within moments I had my first orgasm, my legs gripping his hips and my hands grasping the bed above my head. I screamed out his name, breasts heaving and hips convulsing. The pleasure flooded warm and intense, spurred on by his constant thrusting deep inside.

He continued to slide in and out of me, grunting and pushing deep. My body pressed up on the bed, shoved higher by his thrusting. My hands found the wall and pushed, to keep myself from moving too far. My wrists hurt from the tight cuffs, and the pain served to stimulate my desire even more. I wanted my breasts bitten, I needed to have him thrust harder, harder until it hurt. And he did... his thrusts became more urgent and intense, and my hands once again grabbed the bed as a flood of warm orgasm started in my hips and spread throughout my body. At the same time, he grunted loudly, and I felt the tightening of his muscles, the hardening of his cock and the sudden deep thrust and convulsion of his ejaculation, deep inside me.

He collapsed on top of me, exhausted. We were both panting, gasping, our skin shiny with sweat from the intensity of our love making. He felt so good on top of me, his weight reassuring, his hands comforting as he held my sides.

When he recovered, he raised up, clothed himself once more, and with a single gentle touch on my cheek he left the room. I remained laying on my back, wrists cuffed above my head, semen dripping from my pussy on to the sheets. I waited patiently for his pleasure.

There were sounds from downstairs. Guests had come to dinner. I wasn't invited, but lay in the bed, shackled and blindfolded. The feeling of loneliness was piercing, but I knew I was his slave, to do with as he pleased. This was my fate, to be bound and wait his pleasure.

There was a wet spot on the bed beneath me. My pussy had drained on to it.

I could not tell what time of day it was, all was dark under the blindfold.

After several hours, he came to me, undid the blindfold and uncuffed me from the bed.

"Siobhan, dear... you have been messy. Look at this." He pointed to the wet spot under my ass.

"I am afraid you are not fit to sleep in my bed tonight. I think you need to spend the night in the cellar."

He produced a chain, with heavy shackles on it. "Kneel" he commanded.

I knelt in front of him. I was learning, I knew the position, with knees spread wide, my hands on my legs, head bowed.

He approached me, and hinged a large collar around my neck. It fit snugly, though not painfully. I could breathe well. The metal was heavy though, thick and cold on my bare skin.

Two more metal rings were applied to my wrists. They were locked on with small pins that took a special tool to screw in. All three shackles were connected by short lengths of chain, short enough my wrists were prevented from going below my chest height. I would not be able to reach my pussy.

Raising me up by the chain, Jason guided me down the stairs and in to the basement. When we reached the bottom, he locked the chain to a beam near the floor. I would be able to move two feet or so, no farther. The concrete floor was hard, the room dark. The chains were heavy and while they weighed me down, they were short and prevented much movement.

"Jason... I am sorry. Whatever I did, I can correct it. Please... don't leave me here tonight." I pleaded with him, respectfully. Trying not to whine. He hated it when I whined.

"Siobhan, dear... I think you need to start getting used to this. You are a slave. You sleep in my bed when it pleases me, for my reasons. None other. Make yourself comfortable, and I will see you in the morning."

Tears came to my eyes as my master turned to go. "Jason... what... what do I do? I mean... if I need to go to the restroom?"

As he climbed the stairs, he called out "Hold it!"

The door closed and total darkness descended. I curled up on the hard floor, and felt my bladder swell. I would not make it through the night, it was already hurting.

I wondered if I would get any sleep.


  1. I'm wondering if these are true stories or not, but they are very sexy

  2. Hi!
    It is cruel that you cannot use the restroom. If I were he, I will put a washtub for you at least.

  3. wish ihad you chained in my basement your punishments would be long and severe i promise you that.

  4. Abuse. This goes beyond bdsm. It is abuse.