"Hi, Sarah! How are you?" It was Tina! "Tina! I haven't heard your voice in months! How are you?"
"I'm just great! Business is good and I've been very busy looking for rental properties to buy for myself. That's why I called, actually."
"Oh? What's up?"
"Well, I bought a house on a short sale and I paid cash. It came fully-furnished, as-is, and I want you to take a look at it so that you can tell me what I can do about financing it. It has some great features but it has some challenges, too. I paid $40,000 for it which, in a way, was a steal. I need you to see it."
"Absolutely! I have some time tonight. Would that work?"
"Definitely. The key is in a lock box. You still have my combo? I'll meet you there, but use the key if I miss you somehow."
"I'll call when I'm on my way."
"Wonderful! I look forward to it", sang Tina.
As she wrapped up things at work and armed the security system, Sarah called Tina's cell phone. Voice mail. Sarah left a message that she was on her way.
When Sarah arrived at the house, Tina's car was in the driveway but all of the lights were out and the door was locked. Sarah called her again and once again got her voice mail. She punched the code into the lock box, took out the key, and unlocked the door. "Tina?", called Sarah. Her voice echoed through the house. "Tina?" Sarah explored the first floor of the Cape Cod-style home. It was a clean house but it was dated, including the furniture.
Her cursory inspection revealed nothing of concern on either the first or the second floor. She said to herself, "These old houses sometimes have plumbing and electrical issues. The furnace might be an issue, too. Let's check out the cellar."
She found the door to the basement and opened it to the loud groaning of the old hinges. Her heels clumped on the wooden, uncarpeted steps. Immediately she noted a dim flickering coming from the middle of the basement. She tried the light switch. The light did not come on. She continued downward calling, "Tina?" She heard a muffled sound.
As her eyes became adjusted to the single candle that was burning it became very apparent to her why Tina had purchased this house. The basement was a well-equipped dungeon the likes of which Sarah had not seen before! She made a mental list of the devices that were there: bondage table with many D-rings adorning its edges; large rack of floggers and whips; another rack filled with gags; a spanking bench; a bondage chair; a full-engaged St. Andrew's Cross--fully engaged with a naked, gagged, blindfolded Tina! What a surprise! Someone had wrapped her from heel to wrist in ropes that, in 6-inch intervals, very securely bound her to the nicely-finished oak of the cross. A slightly closer examination revealed that she wore a harness gag and that the blindfold was built right in. "Some has left me a wonderful surprise! Who might have done that?"
Tina tried to say something through her gag. "What was that, darling?" Tina mumf-ed her message again. Sarah looked around the parts of the room that she had not yet viewed. A table piled with coils of rope; a collection of hoods; and on the floor a naked boy who was shackled in a hog-tie position. He wore a full-coverage Spandex hood but Sarah said, "I would recognize that silhouette anywhere! Jon! Did you do that to Tina?" The boy nodded. "And then did you do this to yourself?" Again, he nodded. He was adorned with ankle cuffs and hand cuffs, and the two pairs of shackles were connected with another pair of cuffs.
"Well! What a great surprise! I think I like this house!" She selected a long-black leather flogger and stood in front of Tina. "We'll initiate your new dungeon with this, I think." She began by whipping the helpless girl's ankles, twice each, and moved upward on her legs gradually until she reached the inverted "V" that was her sex. "Now what, girl? Would you like me to whip you there, too?" She tapped her pussy lips with the leather flogger. Tina nodded...