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  Then she stormed out of the room before I could do anything but stare at her in astonishment. Jesus, what a freak! They were both freaks!

  I shook my head and swung around the pole a few times, but the yoga pants really weren't doing it for me. In fact, I kind of wanted to try it in lingerie, like a real stripper! That would be – hot! No way I was gong to, of course, now that Kathleen had brought that up like I was some kind of natural born slut.

  It was maybe a week later that Kathleen went to work, and Erin went downtown with her to work at her office as an intern. That was when I thought I'd skinny-dip again. Why not? It was nice and sunny out, but no one was around, and I had the place to myself all day.

  Then I had the thought to do some pole dancing the way it should be done! So I put on some clothes I could take off, turned on the music, and started dancing – like a stripper. It made me feel hot and breathless as I stripped off my clothes as if an audience was watching and cheering.

  I got down to my thong and bra, then slipped off the bra, and started swinging around the pole, arching and twisting, proudly showing off my body. Then I slipped off the thong and continued – like a stripper!

  It was tiring, but I enjoyed myself, and then I went out back and jumped into the pool naked.

  Take that, Kathleen!

  When I went back inside I wasn't in any hurry to get dressed, in large part because I didn't have to. I mean, I was also kind of rubbing her nose in it – safely, without her knowing. So I wandered into her room and looked around – naked. I opened her closet and dresser drawers and sneered at her conservative white underwear and ugly clothes.

  Then I went downstairs and did the same in Erin's room, and, before going back to my room, opened the door to the unfinished side of the basement and wandered around, just because I could. I was mostly dry now, except for my hair and padded barefoot around the boxes and equipment, going to the far end, where I found a set of stairs going down.

  That looked weird. I mean, we were in the basement. Why would there be stairs going down? We weren't in a tornado area or anything where people routinely built storm shelters, but maybe that was what it was.

  I walked down the stairs but found a locked door. That intrigued me. A secret! I loved ferreting out other people's secrets!

  Furthermore, when I'd been casually poking around in Kathleen's room I'd opened the drawers to her desk and there had been keys there. I padded back upstairs and got the keys, then came down and tried one after another until – yay!

  Feeling smug, I eased into the room, reaching up and finding a light switch. I snapped it on, and found myself in a small hallway with a carpeted floor. There were doorways to left and right, and I went left, reached in and snapped on the light.

  What I found shocked me. At first I just stood there in a state of confusion, and then disbelief.

  I don't think I would have even known what the stuff in there was for, the various frames, for example, had it not been for the rack on the wall which had what were very obviously a collection of whips and flogs and paddles and straps.

  Like, there was this big X-shaped frame propped up at an angle against one wall. It had straps on the corners, but I would probably not have realized what it was for without the whips. Then there was this weird sort of thing like a sawhorse, only it was polished, and had several knobs and holes.

  Then there was the post in the corner, also with straps at the top, and rings down the side, and the chains hanging overhead from pulleys. I mean, holy shit!

  I went over to finger the whips, shaking my head in amazement, then opened a cupboard and found a ridiculously large assortment of ropes in a wild variety of colors. There were also a lot of chains hanging from hooks, again, some very thin, some thick enough to hold Conan! There were a bunch of shackles and handcuffs and leather restraints, collars and clips and all sorts of weird and kinky shit!

  And then the next cupboard was full of dildos! There were at least a dozen in different thicknesses and lengths and colors, but very clearly made to look as much like real penises as possible. Then there were a dozen more in strange colors and shapes, like with balls and dimples and curves. And there was a whole bunch of different shaped vibrators, some big, some small.

  They were perverts!

  Or at least, Kathleen was!

  Of all the nerve treating me like I was some kind of slut!

  I was indignant at first. I wandered down the hall and found another room, this one with a big cage in the middle, then another room which was a bathroom with shower. I returned to the cage room and looked at it. Did they actually keep people in a cage? What a kinky, perverted idea! Who would agree to that!?

  I wandered back to the main room, then examined stuff again. I was still naked, and I was starting, frankly, to get turned on. Well, I had been in kind of a hot, sexy mood from the pole dancing and skinny-dip to begin with. But seeing all this sex stuff not only gave me a different view of Kathleen, but of course, made me think about myself in here doing kinky stuff with some guy!

  I was... fascinated with some of the stuff. I had lived in a small apartment with my dad all my life, and he cleaned the place up and did the laundry, which meant he could be in my room putting things away when I wasn't there.

  Hey, it was either accept that or do my own laundry, okay?

  But I had never seriously considered getting any sort of sex toy in part because, well, imagine how horrible, how mortifying it would be if my dad found it! Imagine your dad finding a big old dildo or vibrator in your night table! Aaack!

  But now I picked up these dildos, some of them very impressive in size, and licked my lips appreciatively. Some, I wasn't even sure I could get into my body!

  Mind you, the thought of trying was more than a little exciting. And hey, I had hours before I had to worry about them returning. Some of them were awfully intriguing, and as I went through them it became clear a few were clearly designed to go up your ass! That was... icky but... hot and nasty!

  There were several collars, and I tried on a couple and looked at myself in the full length mirrors. I looked freaking hot! I left the black leather one on, which had metal studs, and put matching restraints around my wrists and ankles, then posed for myself in front of the mirror.

  I even ran to my room to get my camera to take a few pictures of myself like that. I wasn't going to be dumb enough to send them to anyone, but I could show them to a few guys and it would make them instantly hard as rocks!

  Then I started playing with the dildos. I tried a small one, first, then a fat one, then a long, fat one! There was lube, and I used it, straddling the thing on the floor, and slowly sinking down its long length, gasping and moaning as I did, and resisting touching my clitoris, which was swollen and throbbing and ready to explode!

  When I was fully down on it, groaning at the pressure inside me, I reached down and fingered my clitoris, and came like crazy! It was a monster orgasm, and I twisted and jerked and jammed myself down on it as I cried out in wild, helpless pleasure!

  I calmed down a little and removed it, then positioned myself on that big X, as if I was tied to it and about to be whipped! That was hot! I stepped down, and plucked a few of the straps off the wall, testing them by slapping them lightly against my butt a few times. Then I tried the same with a few of the little crops and quirts.

  Poking around in one of the drawers I found a pair of dildos that were a bit odd. They weren't made to look like real penises but had the right sort of shape. The heads were on a small spring, though, and three quarters of the way down, they swelled like a snake that had eaten a baseball, then narrowed abruptly.

  They both had caps at the end, which, when unscrewed, showed batteries. There was a switch, and I laughed to see the heads turning and rotating when you turned it on. They also pushed in and back. I had to try them of course, but why were there two?

  Well, because one was supposed to go up your ass!

  And I was intrigued enough to want to see what they'd feel li
ke. I lubed them, then slid the one up my ass first, because I figured that would be harder. It was surprisingly easy, though it stretched me some. My ass really stretched around the bulge, though, but once that was in I was fine.

  I had that dildo up my ass to the cap, then fed the other one into my pussy. It stretched me a little too, especially the round part, but again, with both inside me, I was ready to turn them on. Then I realized I could stand up with them, which was interesting. The bulges kept them from falling even without my squeezing in on them!

  There was a whole shelf of blindfolds and gags, and I took out one of the gags, a ball-gag, feeling a rush of heat at the thought of putting it into my mouth. My skin was feeling hot, my insides squirming with excitement as I pressed the thing against my mouth. It was too big, at first, but I found that I could squeeze the ball in to get it past my teeth if I opened them wide.

  It slid into my mouth slowly, expanding on the other side of the teeth until it was lodged firmly in my mouth, filling it, and pressing down against my tongue, but also not allowing me to close my mouth again. I drew the straps across my cheeks and then buckled them behind my head, glancing at myself in the mirror with a sense of awe!

  Wow!

  There was another of those odd stands to one side which had interested me. It was like a tall double doorway without doors. Chains with ring clips hung from the top corners, though, as well as directly overhead.

  The base was raised off the floor to about to ankle height, and it had holes in it. Then I realized that half of it could be lifted up and back. I quickly understood you stepped into the box, then closed the half down so that your ankles were enfolded, but your feet were trapped. There were snap locks which folded down to look the thing in place.

  I reached up and attached one of the snap rings to the ring in the left wrist restraint, feeling hotter and hornier by the second! Then I turned on the two vibrator things, or whatever they were! I gasped as I felt the heads moving up inside me! They were thrusting away deep in my belly at what felt like my freaking cervix!

  They were also twisting and turning, while the whole things vibrated! Gasping, I reached up and fumbled at the other ring. But I couldn't get my wrist in it. Cursing, I instead undid the first ring, then put my hands straight up to where there was a chain. I was able to get that clipped to both wrists, using both my hands.

  Then I looked directly across at myself, at the mirror. I looked so hot! I mean, wow! I stared at my naked body, stretched and arching, and the dildo vibrator thing sticking out of my pussy! I looked incredibly sexy and sensual! I looked like one of those hot, slutty girls on the internet the guys are always staring at!

  It was... electrifying! I deliberately strained and twisted against the restraints to watch myself, while those buzzing sex toys made my abdomen quiver and thrum with a growing sense of heat and power!

  I was going to come, I thought! God, I was going to come without even touching myself! I moaned and writhed dramatically as I stared at myself in the mirror, throwing my head up and back, pulling against the restraints as the heat pumped wildly inside me!

  The sex toys felt really wild inside me! The way the heads were jabbing away at my insides, while turning and twisting, and setting the whole things vibrating, left me breathless and overheated!

  I gasped as my ankles jerked against the wooden base. Unlike the wrist cuffs this was not soft leather but hard wood, but pushing against it I discovered by accident that somehow the holes were meant to slide apart! How weird and cool! I was able to press my lower legs to the sides, and the holes slid further apart.

  Which left my body more and more tightly held, for spreading my legs pulled me down against the leather restraints. I moaned excitedly as I shifted my legs far apart enough so my body strained with the tension, then continued to writhe and buck and grind my hips as the sexual pressure built up!

  The thing was, as incredibly aroused as I was, there was no direct contact with my clitoris, and the little jabbing things, while exciting, weren't a substitute for a real cock. I was sure that if I was able to touch my clit for only a few seconds I would have come incredibly hard! But I couldn't!

  That made it frustrating. I was sooo hot, but I wanted to come! But if I came then I'd stop being so hot, right? I was enjoying being so turned on, so filled with sexual energy and heat! But I wanted to come, damn it! Instead, I just kept getting hotter, but slowly, until I was frazzled and gasping and moaning into the gag, and I was starting to sweat!

  It was so incredibly wild! I'd never been so hot before for so long! I'd always been able to come really fast whenever I reached that level of intensity. But now I just bubbled and boiled in a cauldron of my own wild dark juices, without the climax I so desperately craved!

  Now my moaning and writhing was for real, not just done so I could watch myself. I was panting through the gag filling my mouth, moaning as my body thrummed with sexual electricity. I dropped my head low, staring excitedly at the sight of the thing sticking out of my pussy, then up at the mirror again, then drew my head back, arching, feeling the skin going taut across my breasts!

  And then the orgasm came! I cried out in pleasure, my hips bucking more and more violently as the power grew and grew! I wanted to look at myself but couldn't focus, couldn't concentrate! I arched again and again, crying out, my cries becoming louder and louder as some part of me realized that I was alone, there were no neighbors, and I had this gag in my mouth.

  No need for restraint at all!

  God! I thought the top of my head would explode! This huge rush of sensation tore through me, so that I couldn't keep still, my body arching and bucking violently as my muscles spasmed uncontrollably!

  It left me... dazed, and gasping. Oh. My. God! What a come!

  Of course, as the orgasm left so too did a lot of that incredible sexual heat and feverish hunger. I sort of came to myself, wondering what time it was, and realizing how taut my body was being held, and that my arms and shoulders were getting sore.

  I pulled my ankles back together so I could loosen the chain clipped to my wrists and let me undo it. Or... I tried to pull my ankles together so I could loosen the chain clipped to my wrists...

  I grunted with effort, trying to pull the wood in by closing my legs, staring down below me at the frame my feet were locked into. I didn't have a lot of leverage, though. I mean, the muscles I used to pull my legs together weren't something used to a lot of resistance.

  And the wood wasn't moving.

  At all!

  I grunted with effort, my teeth digging into the ball gag as I put all my effort into forcing the holes to slide further together again!

  And they didn't move!

  I felt a momentary panic, and then worked twice as hard, grunting and gasping and pulling with all my weight and strength, but the stupid holes didn't move at all! I stared up the length of my arms to my wrists tightly encased in the leather restraints, then at the chain which linked them to the top of the frame.

  The chain was hooked to the rings in the restraints by a simple little ring. All you needed to do to open it was use your thumb to push up the little spring side and then you could slide the ring of the restraints out.

  But not if the restraints were pulling hard against the ring, because you couldn't get your fingers down to your other wrist then to push in that little spring! I tried and tried, trying to push myself upward to ease the pressure!

  But the wood around my ankles wouldn't allow me to rise much, not enough to make a difference, anyway. I kept trying and I kept failing!

  I felt a sense of horror starting to swell within me at the thought of not being able to get free! Because it wasn't even noon, and Kathleen and Erin wouldn't be back for a good six hours! And on top of that... if I was like this when they came home... OH! MY! GOD!

  I panicked again, twisting and writhing and thrashing, trying to tear myself free of the stupid frame by any means available!

  All I did was exhaust myself. I wound up swaying dazedl
y, gasping for breath, sweating, my hair kind of frazzled as I swayed weakly.

  Hours passed. Hours!

  Every now and then I tried desperately to pull free, and failed. Every now and then tears of frustration filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks at the thought of the utter humiliation I would feel when they found me like this.

  My arms and legs got more and more stiff and sore, my arms and back and shoulders aching from the strain. I was gripped by a sense of dazed disbelief. How could this have happened to me! How could I be so stupid! I was going to be mortified when they showed up!

  It seemed like forever before I heard the first faint sounds. I was dazed, exhausted, drained and miserable. I was a mess! But the prospect of one of them finding me like this was not exactly a relief! Instead I started to feel a growing sense of horror at what was to come, cringing mentally.

  I had been wondering which would be worse. Would it be worse if Erin found me? Because she probably had no idea about all this stuff, and would be shocked, but I might be able to convince her not to tell her mom. Or would it be worse if Kathleen found me? She wouldn't tell Erin, after all, and was probably familiar with all this... pervy stuff.

  The worst case scenario, of course, was both of them finding me together. So, of course, that was what happened.

  I heard their voices, and cringed, dropping my chin down low, refusing to look at them as their voices approached! And then I saw their feet and lower legs through the curtain of my own hair. I heard Erin's gasp of shock, then “Oh my God!' she exclaimed.

  “Well, well, well,” Kathleen said.

  She moved closer, and then I cried out as she grabbed my thick, loose hair and jerked my head up and back, forcing me to look at her! My face was burning up with heat and shame!

  “I see someone has broken into my personal things,” she said with a low, dangerous growl.

  I moaned as she forced my head back further.

  “Someone went snooping in my bedroom, went into my desk drawers, took out my keys, and then stuck her nose where it didn't belong!”