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.With that in mind he scanned the floors and walls just in case.When he reached the bottom of the stairs he waited for her and continued scanning the room.It was just as clean as it had been the day before when he came down to get something out of the storage room.That room was clean, too.Directly in front of him stood the stockade.He also had ropes and pulleys for suspension down here as well, but he’d never used them.She finally stood alongside him and looked at the stockade.He couldn’t read her face.She was intentionally hiding her feelings on this one.Her gaze dropped to the square of carpet directly beneath the device.Kali took a step forward, inspecting the stockade and its smooth finish.It was just the right height, he noticed."So what do you think?" he asked.She shrugged."The basement is cleaner than I expected.""What did you expect?"Throwing her hands up she said, "Honestly, I was imagining a real cellar with at least a partial dirt floor, cobwebs everywhere, and spiders and insects.Like my grandma's basement."He perked up.A clue to her mysterious past? He decided to press further."Your grandmother wasn't much of a housekeeper?""Back in those days the cellar was used to store tools and vegetables," she said matter-of-fact."But my grandparents sold the house when I was seven and they were both dead within two years after that.""I take it you had a bad experience in that basement?" Brad looked her over.He decided not to push about her grandparents, not yet."I had a nasty cousin who locked me down there once," she confessed.He narrowed his eyes knowing his next questions, if phrased carefully, would be answered."Well, I guess cousin rivalry is almost like sibling rivalry."She walked over to the square of carpet.Reaching out, she ran her hand over the side of the stockade."My cousin was an ass.I only saw him a few times after that.Mostly funerals.Haven't seen him since, but yeah, he was an ass.""Sorry to hear about your grandparents," he said carefully.She shrugged again."People die.I wasn't that close to them.We just went for a visit every few years in the summer."The topic was certainly a downer and he realized it had really killed the mood for any plans he might have had for his new toy.Kali whirled around then and looked him square in the eye."So why is this down here instead of up in your dungeon room?""Oh, umm, thought it would be more isolated down here.Seemed a logical choice.Plus there's more room and I have some pulleys and suspension equipment down here.It works better down here because of the beams." He pointed to the unfinished ceiling, which he dusted regularly.A sigh escaped her lips."That's a clean unfinished ceiling," she said.A small smile danced on her lips."Are you mocking me?" he asked, the mood returning."No, Sir.I'm mocking your OCD." She bit her lip.That comment was purposeful and he was pretty sure it meant she wanted to play.He narrowed his eyes, pleased with the game and also in the mood for it.“How about we try this on for size? I’ve been fantasizing about putting you in it for weeks now.”Pulling out the pins, he lifted the top up so she could put her wrists and neck in the cutouts.She willingly did this, but with some trepidation.The fact remained that Kali was beginning to slowly trust him.It was small steps like this that told him he was making some headway.It just wasn’t as fast as he wanted.He gently put the top plank back on and re-secured the pins, locking the stockade in place.She was adequately bent over and subdued for his liking.With a smirk he remembered seeing something inside the storage room earlier that week that would take care of Kali quite nicely.He strode across the room to the storage room and grabbed a small riding crop from just inside the door.He smacked it across his hand.It would have to do since he forgot to grab a cane when he came down and for some reason, using his hand just didn’t sound nearly as enticing.Kali had adjusted herself to the most comfortable position possible.Well, as comfortable as one could get in such a device.Brad gripped the crop and brought the flat end squarely on her left butt cheek.She yelped and jumped.He did it again and again, enjoying how the red marks rose on her ass.He ran his hand over her ass again, then gave her a good smack, noting how he loved how the curve of her ass met the silky skin of her upper thighs.He could feel his arousal for her grow in his pants.“Spread your legs wider,” he ordered.She carefully stepped apart her legs, again trying to find some good position that wasn’t completely uncomfortable.Brad smiled and unsheathed his penis.He slipped his hand between her legs to make sure she was as wet as he thought she was [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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