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Chapter 4 - The Basement
The party meandered on until 10.30, when people started to make their
"goodbyes" and I found some people who were leaving, I had not met during
the evening. Some of Cindy's friends, Sylvia and her partner,the owners
of a model agency; Martha, who had a catering business and had provided
all the evening's food; Jesse, another boutique owner and a few more. I
greeted some of them as they left and said I was sure Cindy would tell me
more about them later.
Everyone had been so friendly, had a good time and really appreciated the
efforts the girls had put in to look after them. Anne was giving out
party bags to the ladies as they left containing a small box of
chocolates and some petite fours provided by Martha, some gift bottles
of cosmetics and toiletries Cindy had contributed, and vouchers for
treatments from Toni's salon and purchases from Stella's dress shop.
By eleven, they had all gone, even the guy with the disco and Carl the
photographer, which just left Anne, Alex, Cindy and her girls, and me.
The Girls wanted to know what to do with their dresses and boots after
they had changed back into their street clothes.
"You can all keep the dresses," said Anne, "as a thank you for all your
work tonight, and the boots and wigs too if you want too. Just leave
everything else as it is and I will tidy up tomorrow."
The girls went down to the sauna changing room to put on their street
clothes and left with Cindy who had arranged for transport to make sure
they got home safely.
Then Anne left, still wearing her Mistress' dress under her coat, but
with her comfy shoes on. Leaving just me and Alex, who was staying the
night!
"You look really stunning in that outfit," said Alex, "have you been
losing weight?"
"I have lost a bit," I said, "thanks to Cindy's diet sheets, and I think
I'm firmed up a bit too with all the exercise."
"Well, you look fab in it. Where did you get it?"
"I thought it was in one of the boxes that came back from Greece with
us," I said.
"Nah," said Alex, "I never saw anything like that when we were there, and
its got a matching silk over-shirt and shoes. I'm sure they only work in
latex, so I can't be theirs."
"Anne must have got it then," I speculated, "she was talking about my
measurements with Cindy. I have to get measured every week, I really
don't know why they make such a big deal about it really."
"Is there a label inside?" asked Alex.
"Dunno," I said, "never looked."
Alex felt inside the back of the shirt.
"O M G - it's Ginza Latex!" she said.
"How did Anne find them here, they must have a store somewhere, I had no
idea they were even in the UK at all!"
"I'll have to ask her tomorrow," I said.
"What shall we do now, I'm still a bit up fro the party, we could go and
see what they were showing in the cinema, I never went down there at all,
I was far too busy chatting!"
"OK," said Alex, "and whilst we are down there, we can see what's in the
locked room, now you've got the keys!"
"I don't know why you are so interested in that room," I said, "it just
looks like another storeroom to me, the doors are just the same as the
ones on the other storeroom."
"Yes, but why is it locked?"
"Er... because they couldn't find the keys?" I said.
"Well," said Alex, "there's only one way to find out!"
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We stood in the corridor next to the goods lift in the basement, whilst I
got out the key for the storeroom door. It went into the lock and turned
stiffly.
"I don't think this has been opened very much," I said, "I can hardly
turn it!"
I pushed the door open and looked inside. All was dark inside.
I took out my phone and prodded the screen.
"We're in the basement, there won't be a signal," said Alex, "and who are
you trying to phone at this time of night, anyway?"
I explained about the room app., then found the menu item for lights,
which offered me an option for "Full Illumination". I touched the
keypad. The lights slowly faded up and we found we were standing in
another corridor. Ahead was another door. Alex opened it and found it
lead into what looked like a reception area, with a secretaries desk,
several very comfortable looking armchairs and a couple of sofas.
"What the....." said Alex, "and you said it was a storeroom! Whose
office is this?"
"Dunno," I said "its been locked ever since I moved in, and Anne doesn't
know what's in here, I asked her, and in any case, she said that hasn't
got a key either!"
"Curiouser and curiouser," said Alex under her breath.
"Which door next then?" she said, indicating the two other doors in the
room, "exciting, isn't it!"
"Doesn't really matter," I said. "Try that one, then," I said pointing to
the one in the wall on the opposite side of the room we had come in from,
"and I'll look in here," going to the other one."
"Its an Office and a luxurious one too!" shouted Alex.
"I've got another corridor," I yelled back
"OK," she said, "just a minute, there's another door in here."
There was the sound of a door opening, and Alex joined me in the
corridor.
"Well, that didn't get us very far, did it," she said, "lets have a look
up here!"
The corridor stretched out ahead of us and I could see several more doors
and some windows ahead. We walked slowly down the hallway until we came
to the first window. Looking inside, all we could see was darkness.
"Open the door and lets have a look inside," I said.
As the door opened, the lights slowly faded up - "Must be on an
automatic......... "
We stood with our mouths open. The whole room, about 25' square was
entirely coated in black rubber. The floor was black rubber tiles at the
door and then gave way to what looked like black artificial grass, made
of fine strands of rubber. The walls were covered in shiny latex panels
and the ceiling was draped in hanging folds of latex fabric, through
which spotlight beams had been directed. The room was furnished entirely
with latex covered furniture. There was a bed with rubber pillows and
sheets. A dressing table with a red latex top and a matching stool with
a red latex seat. A red latex covered chaise-long stood alongside and
opposite was a red latex covered sofa. Even the bedside lamp had a red
latex shade.
We stepped outside again and the lights in the room slowly dimmed and
went out.
We walked to the next door in silence. Opening it, as the lights came
on, we found an Office. "It's just like the first one I saw outside,"
said Alex, "except its got an extra desk."
We closed the door and went to the next one.
This was set up as a schoolroom, with adult sized desks, blackboards and
a teachers desk facing them set on a raised dais. There were storage
cupboards too, and some charts on the wall showing pictures of male and
female anatomy.
We started back on the opposite side of the corridor. The first door was
to what looked like a luxurious apartment, with an interconnecting door
to a rather fabulous female-style boudoir, decorated in rich colours.
The only other door on that side of the corridor opened to reveal a full
sized cocktail bar, with bar stools, tables and private booths around two
walls. We left the bar and found ourselves back where we had begun. We
stood and scratched our heads.
"We haven't been through there yet," said Alex, pointing at a door behind
me.
"Or through there," I said, pointing at one behind her!
Alex was already at the door behind me, finding herself back in the
corridor we had first come through.
"There's more doors down here," she said as I followed her.
There were three doors at the far end of the corridor. They led into
three identical rooms.
"You know what these are?" said Alex, as we discovered the last one was
just the same as the first "they are just upmarket theatrical dressing
rooms, look a wall of mirrors with lights for doing your make up, a sofa,
a fridge and tall cupboards with hanging rails, what else can they be?
And there are three of them. Why else would you need three identical
rooms all fitted out like this!"
We turned the corner at the end of the corridor and found ourselves
outside the schoolroom again. Walking back along the corridor to its
end, we tried the other door opposite the one we had gone through to
discover the dressing rooms, and found a stairwell.
Again the lights come up automatically. This was not a stairwell like
any other in the house. To begin with it was made of stone, or that's
what it looked like, and old stone at that.
"Its like you get in those old ruined castles we used to be taken on
visits to from school history classes," Alex said. And I had to agree
with her.
The steps turned through 90? twice, three times, the lighting getting
dimmer as we descended. At the bottom we could just make out an old,
weather-beaten oak door on rusty hinges, with a large round iron handle
set into it.
"It makes no sense," said Alex, "its a new house and there's this rusty
wooden door in the middle of it. You would have thought they could have
at least got a new one, I mean, even if it is just the Janitors Store or
something, surely they would have put a new door on it, not this old
thing, unless.... unless, no, it can't be!"
"Can't be what?" I asked
"Well, it looks like.... but why?.... why would they?"
"Why would they what?" I said, exasperated.
"It looks like something from the 'Pirates of the Caribbean' thing at
Disney World!" she said finally.
"You know, like a film set without all the cameras!"
"Listen!"
I listened.
"There!" she said. "Can you hear it!"
"Dripping water!"
Yes, she was right, dripping water!
"And it's coming from in here," she said, pressing her ear to the door,
"lets open it!"
She grabbed the handle and pushed. The door swung open slowly, creaking
on its hinges.
The room was dark and no lights came on. I prodded the "Full
Illumination" icon on my phone, but nothing happened.
"Look!" she said, "there are lights on, they're just not very bright."
I gazed into the room and sure enough, there was a glow, a red flickering
glow, like dim flames and as my eyes became accustomed to the gloom, I
could see that it came from a flaming torch, mounted on the wall above
our heads. Looking closely, I could see that they were not real flames,
but a simulation, quite realistic.
We held on to each other and moved forward slowly in the darkness and as
we did, more red flickering lights came on.
"They must be on a movement sensor," Alex whispered in my ear, then, in a
loud voice she said, "Why are we doing this?"
"Doing what?" I whispered
"Whispering!" said Alex in a loud voice. "This is your house, what are
we whispering for!"
She had a point.
I looked around, my eyes now accustomed to the dim light.
"Its a dungeon," I said, "it's a castle dungeon!"
There were black metal rings and chains hanging from the walls. Three
large iron cages stood against one wall, their doors wide open. There
was an iron maiden and what looked like a rack on the other side of the
room. In the opposite corner there was another raised dais with a large
leather covered chair, well actually more like a throne, set upon it.
There was also a large table alongside and above it, several wooden racks
fixed to the wall with fittings on them for the storage of something, but
whatever the somethings were, they were not there.
"Where's that water coming from?" I said. "The drippings quite loud. I'll
have to get it fixed, otherwise the place will be flooded."
"There is no water," said Alex, "look, everythings bone dry, feel!"
I touched the wall and although it looked wet, it was dry to the touch
and quite warm.
"It's made out of plastic," she said, "it's fake, its all fake. Check
out the straw on the floor, it's plastic. It looks real, but it's
plastic. It's all fake, and so is the dripping, it's a sound effect."
"But why would anyone......?" I said.
"Its your bloody actress," said Alex suddenly, "you know, the woman who
this place was built for. She was in "exotic" films they said didn't
they?"
"Yes," I said, "that's what Anne told me."
"Exotic, pah!" sneered Alex, "She was a BDSM porn actress and these are
all her sets!"
"No!" I said, "you could never shoot down here, even I know that and I've
only been doing it a few weeks, there just isn't enough light or space."
"Rehearsal," said Alex "she was going to use these rooms to rehearse in.
Either that or she was going to be running this place as a Professional
Dominatrix.
That's it! That's it, the school room, a boudoir, a bar, a rubber room,
don't you see, they are all a fetishists dream, with her doing the
commanding, even the dungeon. You were right. That's her throne over
there in the corner. The only thing she hasn't got is a doctors office!
OMG Victoria, don't you see, you are the Queen of your very own personal
BDSM dungeon! You'll have to change your name again - how about
"Victoria Spankham"?"
And with that she burst into fits of laughter!
Whilst Alex had been concocting her wild theories, I had been looking
around, and found that there was a well concealed lift in the corner of
the room. I pressed the call button, and whilst Alex was having her
laughing fit, the lift arrived.
"Come on, lets get out of here. We've done enough exploring for one
evening, its making you hysterical! Either that or you've had too much
to drink," I said.
We got in the lift.
"I wonder where this goes?" I said, pressing the top button.
"To the nearest brothel, I guess," said Alex still laughing.
There was a a whirring and the lift moved upwards. When it stopped and
the doors opened, we were in Anne's kitchen.
"Its the goods lift!" said Alex. "The one Anne brings all her stuff up
in, so she must know what's in the basement!"
"Nah!" I said, "look, there's only four buttons. 7 - that's this floor,
6 - that's the floor below this one, G - which must be the garage floor
and B - the basement, but there isn't one marked D for dungeon!"
"So you have to go down the stairs and call the lift from inside to get
out again, hmmmm!"
"Or go back up the stairs!" I said. "You know, it felt really creepy in
there, but its just another room like all the others in here. Its all
just decoration and sound effects, but if felt so real."
"I'm sure some of those spiders webs were real tho'" said Alex. "I mean,
if Anne really doesn't know its there, then no-one will have cleaned it
since God knows when."
"Yeah it was a bit dusty now you mention it, but it will soon clean up, I
mean, who wants to sleep in room full of dusty latex?"
"I think the conversation tomorrow with Anne is going to be an
interesting one. If we thought that when she filled the wardrobes with
rubber clothes it was going to blow her mind, but didn't, then this will
for sure!"
The next morning, Alex and I told Anne what we had found in the Basement
and were met with complete disbelief until we took her took her on a full
guided tour. Nothing further was said on the matter until the following
week, when Anne arrived clutching a copy of the local newspaper which she
thrust into my hand.
"Turn to page seven," she said.
I opened the paper. There was a picture. A picture taken on my roof
garden. It showed the Jacuzzi filled with topless, latex clad girls. My
girls from the house-warming party. Emma, Rose, Amy, Jamie, in fact, all
of them were there, looking like they were really enjoying themselves.
The headline read "House Warming Heaven!"
I was aghast. I read on.
"House warming parties will never be the same again after the
extravaganza at Manon Towers over the weekend, when the new resident of
the Penthouse Suite threw her house-warming party for a few select
guests. The wine flowed, the music played and even the waitresses
enjoyed themselves....." it went on, "The cream of the Alternative City
Society danced 'til dawn in the lavish penthouse suite and spilled out
into the grounds where there was an all-night disco. Amongst the guests
was David Wilson and his former model wife Giovanna. Wilson owns a
string of night clubs across the North. He his new wife were no doubt
regally entertained by the new owner of Manon Towers, the adult film
actress, Mrs Victoria da Silva.
Mrs da Silva, an exotic South American beauty, has moved her film
operations to Europe to take advantage of the technical expertise
available in the UK. The male population of the UK will be hoping to see
more of her in the coming weeks and months!....."
I could read no more.
"Who writes this rubbish," I said, "exotic South American beauty indeed -
I mean really!"
"Yes, I thought you'd like that one," said Anne, "but no-one will be able
to recognise you from that description, will they?"
"Thanks...... I think." I said "but I couldn't hope to keep it a secret
for ever, someone was bound to talk, I suppose, not that there is
anything to keep secret!"
We went back to the usual routine of visits to the salon, exercise and
diet. Until I came home day or so later and found Anne missing. I
checked the security cameras and saw nothing, the place was deserted,
until I noticed that, on the picture from the camera in the corridor next
to the swimming pool, that the door to the basement was open.
Anne had said that the basement needed a good clean, so I thought that
she must be in there. All the staff carried smart phones, but there was
no reply from Anne's.
I made a coffee and snacked, but still there was no sign of her. So, I
went down to the basement to find her. I searched through the rooms, but
no-sign, then, as I approached the stairs to the dungeon, I heard a faint
humming noise drifting up the stairwell. It sounded like an electric
motor running, but not the sort of noise I had heard before. I went to
investigate. The room was in semi-darkness as usual, but the sound was
louder and seemed to be coming from around the corner, near the cages. I
found the room app. On my phone and increased the lighting level.
Turning the corner, I stopped dead, not quite able to take in the scene
before me.
It was Anne. I was right she was in the basement, but she was not
cleaning. She was there wearing the black latex corset that she had worn
on the night of the party, and the matching black boots and gloves, and
that was all. But that wasn't all. She was strapped to a latex covered
bench, face down. Her feet were tied one to each bench leg, with a wide
strap around her waist, holding her down The bench was raised higher at
the back, so her head was down and her naked arse was in the air.
But that wasn't all either. She was being fucked! By a machine! A
large, black dildo was sliding in and out of her cunt, quite rapidly,
whilst a smaller one was fucking her arse, although at a much slower
speed. She was obviously enjoying it somewhat, as she was moaning softly
and her right hand was rubbing across the floor, fingers flexing as
though grasping for something. I stood and watched, mesmerised, for
several minutes, then noticed that, actually her hand was reaching out
for a small black handset, on the floor, just out of reach.
I moved across to pick it up.
"Oh, oh, oh Mistress Victoria, thank God you are here!" she gasped,
struggling to lift her head from the bench for a moment, "Turn it off, p-
l-e-a-s-e turn it off, I can't it take any more!"
I looked at the keypad and pressed a button which looked like the off
switch, but that only seemed to make it go faster. I tried another,
which just made it noisier. Anne gave a scream "Oh God! Oh God! Oh God!
Oh God! Oh God! I'm coming again" she shouted. In a panic, I pressed
the buttons rapidly at random, and eventually, after several tries, I
found the one which made it stop.
I undid the strap around her waist and ankles and helped her up, which
proved difficult as her legs were in a state of collapse.
I sat her down on the bench.
"Who did this to you?" I demanded. "Who strapped you into that infernal
machine! When I find out who it was, I will make them pay!"
"Don't be angry with me, will you, if I tell you who it was?" said Anne.
"I won't have you protecting them!" I said, "tell me who it was now, how
they got in here and where they are now!"
There was a long pause, before Anne whispered "it was me! It was all a
big mistake. I found the machine when I came down here to clean this
morning. I have never seen anything like it before and when I found the
dildos in the store room I just had to try it."
"I went to change into the latex corset and came back down again. Then I
saw it was a double headed machine and anal sex has been a fantasy of
mine for ages and with black cocks too. You can vary the speed of each
dildo and each one has its own built-in vibrator too," she said, proud of
her discovery.
"I'll take your word for that, at the moment," I said smiling.
She heaved a sigh of satisfaction!
"I have never done anal before and at my age you never know if you will
ever get the chance again. Doing it to yourself is just not the same.
So I just wanted to..... and then the front legs of the bench collapsed a
bit and I lost the hand set."
I tried to pick it up," she went on, "but it fell again, its these
gloves, then it was out of reach and with the legs of the bench falling
forwards, I couldn't reach back up to undo the straps. I thought I would
be here for ever. It was wonderful! I must have come six or seven
times, then I found I couldn't stop it and my mind went into a sort of
delirium. I lost count of the number of times I came after that, it
seemed like every few minutes an orgasm started to build, then I'd come,
then after another few minutes. Another one started then another!"
"Oh my God, what have I done!"
"It seems like you have had an absolutely amazing time!" I said.
"Yes," said Anne, recovering a little "I suppose I have, you have just
got to try it, I mean, fucked simultaneously in both holes, its been a
fantasy of mine for ages, you just have to try it! Oh, but you can't you
don't have....."
"I'll take that as a compliment!" I said smiling!
I helped Anne to the Goods Lift and back up stairs, made her some tea and
we sat and chatted whilst she continued to recover.
"It always amazed me, before," I said, "before, you know, I began this
lifestyle, that so few women actually, well, you know, actually did anal.
I mean you have two possibilities for penetration and yet most of you
only use one, but men have only one and..... I don't know what I am
saying." I concluded, "does that make sense?"
"No," said Anne, "but I just love the way it feels, especially when I am
in this corset, I just love the feeling of it holding me tight whilst
being, you know....."
"Fucked Hard?" I said.
"Yes," she said sheepishly. "I've never done it like that before because
I was just too...!"
"Inhibited?" I questioned, "I think that you might just be finding out
some things about yourself too, like I am!"
She smiled a gentle smile and said, "Yes!"
"What are we going to do about this picture in the newspaper then?" I
asked.
"I've been thinking about that," she said, "and I reckon that it was all
a big publicity stunt by this Wilson guy for his nightclubs, I mean, who
else would stand to benefit from publicising your party? It wouldn't
surprise me if he hasn't got some influence with the editor anyway!"
"Well, he's certainly got some explaining to do," I said, "and he's not
gonna get away with it, either!"
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