Am I Normal Part 3 Steve's Basement
Many years ago my husband met Steve it was around 1979. I am not sure just how they met or what the circumstances were, but Steve had a big house, five bedrooms, and two baths., It was a two story home with a two car garage, and a very large basement, this house was located in an old and very nice neighborhood.
He and his wife had split several years before, thank goodness there were no children, apparently she had been enamored with her boss who had also split from his wife, and they moved out of state to chase around and presumably start a new life.
Steve was a nice guy and hansom, not drop dead hansom but above average i met him less that a dozen times over ten years. He did not think he was a ladies man with the skills to attract women, so in those days placed an add in one of the many adult contact magazines offering himself and his place to couples as a threesome and to single women for sexual liaisons, he had installed a separate phone with an unlisted number, and had thought his ad would not amount to much.
To his surprise he ended up with more single women and a number of married couples. More that he ever thought possible. Over the years i eventually found out most of the details.
Apparently my husband made a deal with him to use the basement so that he, had his own personal playroom and dungeon. It was cool in the summer and warm in he winter. My husband would take care of the place and pick up his mail when Steve was out of town, this was due to his business which was quite often.
This arrangement lasted from the late 70s to the early 90s, until Steve eventually remarried, and after that it ended.
Apparently his new wife was not all that excited about having nude women tied up and abused in their basement, go figure.
If you have read part 1 and part 2 of Am I normal you already have a good idea of what i like and what my man likes to do to me.
Actually part 2 and 3 should be reversed as part 3 predates part 2.
Our, sessions would almost always start out with dinner at a nice restaurant but not always. When this first started he would have me wear as little as possible, but sometimes this could become a problem in some of the nicer restaurants. Once at dinner i asked my husband if Steve knew what we did in his basement and if he had ever seen me naked, he changed the subject and never did answer the question and by doing so gave me my answer, i never asked about this or anything else again as i did not want to know the answer.
The few times after that, when we met Steve i was always flush and quite embarrassed.
After we left the restaurant as with the green machine he would stop in a secluded place somewhere along the way, blindfold me and cuff my wrists, these were matching white leather padded cuffs that had buckles an "D" rings. He had made similar ones for my ankles.
He also had a white leather harness made for me. I insisted it be white as apposed to the traditional black slave harnesses that most are made from. The reason from my point of view was, that they went well with red lipstick and red high heel shoes and big red temporary tattoos of either hearts or roses and i will bet you can't guess where i like them put.
This harness had a slave collar and belts that went around, above and below my breasts and around my waist they buckled in the back and were hooked together with chrome rings, at all the strategic places.
It also had a strip of thin soft white leather that that went down between my legs that had a slit so my cunt lips (labia) and clitoris could be pulled and stretched through, it snapped rather tight at the front and back. All of these items were made just for me....
At the time one of our cars was a Toyota hardtop with fold down seats, This car actually predated the green machine. After i was bound and could not see he would fold down the seat and unbutton and pull up my blouse or sweater along with my bra so that my breasts would be exposed, he would then do the same by pulling up my skirt and would usually remove my panties if i was wearing any, sometimes he would take every thing he could off leaving me almost entirely naked.
I would lay there with the seat folded down while he would drive to Steve's, the first and several times after we did this, i had no idea where we were going?.
Most cars that passed could not see in unless they were in a taller vehicle like a truck. I never really new just who could see me in this condition but my mind would always race as i would start to fantasize as to what might happen. Sometimes he would stop, in a lighted parking lot.
I think it was in the back of a porn shop or a topless bar where i could hear voices as if he was showing me to someone so they could see how exposed helpless and willingly submissive i am.
Several times i would hear someone knocking on my window and asking to let them in. This part was always a turn on, and at this point i was unable to stop the seat under my bottom from getting wet. He never did let anyone in.
We would play this game at least once a month and during the summer several times a month or more. At the time i was in my early thirties and according to my man really looked my best even after four children and some, of what i thought were horrible stretch marks.
He would pull into Steve's garage using a remote door opener, his driveway and front yard had very large hedges on both sides and had a vacant lot across the street, once in, the door would close and sometimes he would just let me lay their and wonder what he was going to do, or what would happen next, as my imagination would be working overtime. But most of the time he was in a big hurry to get me down in the basement so that he could have his way with me!...
This was always so exciting to me in that we had been married almost 15 years at the time and he still wanted to, get me!... naked and do some version of this very thing on a regular basis.
Once out of the car he would take off the rest of my clothes and would leave them in the car, my attire would usually end up with heels garter belt and stockings, or my white slave harness, and that would be it!...
From there he would re cuff my hands behind my back or to the harness, so i would be exposed and very vulnerable. He would then grab both of my nipples and proceed to lead me through the door and down the stairs into the basement, he had to be really careful as i am a klutz and with high heels could easily stumble and fall, but for some reason when i am blindfolded i seem to do better than when i can see, as i never did fall or even come close. I told him one time, you got me when i was young and trained me exactly the way you want, he had listened to my fantasy's for years, so maybe this is what i did want and, that their is some truth to the fact that i really did want to be trained, but i was so naively innocent"(stupid)"and horny, i willingly would do almost anything he asked.
At the time i never really new exactly how the basement was arranged, as my man in most cases never took my blindfold off until we were on our way home. Later i found out that their was a big open room that was quite long and wide, and three smaller ones. At one end of the big room, was a washer and dryer at the other was a long clothing rack. At first he would take me into the middle of the big room, he had screwed a number of eye bolts into the ceiling and would unhook my hands and tell me to place them over my head and stretch them up as high as i could. I always did as i was told and never really thought about resisting.
He had short pieces of chain that had quick release snaps. He would tell me to stand on my toes and as i would stretch he would snap the chains to the eye bolts so that the cuffs would leave me hardly able to move. He would then put on my ankle cuffs and would ask me to move my legs apart, and when i did he would then hook and snap chains to them as well, at this point i was so precariously venerable, any movement would allow my heels to easily slide slightly on the cement floor spreading my legs even farther apart and would leave me almost hanging by my wrists.
In this position anyone!.. could easily do what ever they wanted, my imagination would again go crazy and many times i had the sensation that someone besides him was watching me....
Along with the cuffs he had what he called a goodie bag, it had all sorts of toys chains cords dildos vibrators clamps and so many other devices i can not remember, as many i never saw only felt!. Some he bought and many were homemade, each time i heard the zipper on the bag open i was usually in for some sort of pleasurable? sexual abuse.
Some worked well and others were experiments most were quite stimulating and some were even a bit painful, but i was easily able to endure the discomfort as i would usually be so turned on with anticipation, that by this time pain and pleasure for me, were much the same.
My breasts, and mostly my nipples could never take a lot of painful abuse.
But my inner thighs, bottom, lips and clitoris could be clamped, pulled, stretched, bitten and even mildly whipped with the end of a belt, and could easily take a lot of abuse.
This was easily accomplished, as long as an oral or manipulated climax was created several times along the way, sometimes even i, wondered how much pain i was really capable of.
Once i asked my man to tie me face down to the bed spread eagled so i could not move and whip my bottom with his belt he whipped me pretty good, to where big red welts started to form on my bottom, he stopped before i asked him to as he was concerned he might really hurt me, so i really do not know how much i could endure, but the welts and soreness lasted for well over a week.
Once in the basement, he would leave me like this, i always wondered what he was up to. In one of the smaller rooms he stored all the stands, stocks and other devices he had made or bought, so they could be used to put me into any sexual position, and that he could perform any desire or whim that one could think of on a bound helpless female.
The second room was where he would set up what ever it was he was going to to do to or with me, it also had numerous eye bolts in the ceiling walls and the floor. The third room had a small shower and rest room it also had no door and was open unlike the other rooms.
With me standing their wondering with anticipation, and uncertain as to what he was going to do, i sometimes would hear a voice, gruff shouting and words saying is she down there!!!....did you bring her!.. The door at the top of the stairs would slam open, i would then hear someone stomp down the stairs hollering where is she and into the basement where i was chained.
Followed by someone grabbing first my nipples and then my cunt or clit my slit by this time would be wet to the point it would be starting to run down the inside of my thighs, Gwad this would scare me half to death and i would gasp and say in a low and resigned way, whoever you are please don't hurt me!.. knowing full well he or whoever was there could do what ever they wanted.
My breasts would be squeezed or nipples pinched twisted or pulled followed by my clit being played with. This along with my imagination would almost always result in my having an almost uncontrollable orgasm that would leave me hanging limply by my wrists and barely trembling.
Sometimes my bottom would receive several hard, bare handed smacks at the time my heart would be pounding at the thought of what was going to happen. Sometimes i would be standing there and would feel something slowly touching the inside of my thighs, it was another of his toys a smaller dick on a stick he called it, a dildo slipped onto a short broom handle, he would then put a condom on it and grease it up and would tease me with it, and finally sticking it to me. So that i would later be ready for the big one!!... he called it a pacifier many times i was made to walk around while he held it in me!!..
This would sometimes be followed by my husband who always tried to disguise his voice, whispering in my ear their is half a dozen guys up stairs with gigantic hardons just waiting to come down here and fuck your brains out, or do whatever else they want with you, and there is nothing you can do about it.
He would then pinch my clit very hard. Many times this same episode would be repeated and not a word would be said, leaving me wondering?....
Even though something like this, was about to happen over again, like someone coming down the stairs, it would still scare the crap out of me!!!...me. I always wondered if this time it would be different and that his threats would no longer be threats.
It was wonderful to have all these feelings of uncertainty and to know that it was never his intentions to hurt me. But i just never knew, that maybe next time it might end differently.
After my breathing and pulse returned to a more normal state he would duct tape rings onto my nipples and cunt lips, if you read part 2 their is a detailed description of how he does this. Many of my fantasy's are of women being lead around by their nipples or gentiles, lips or clit this along with being shaved bare is what my man refers to as total submission.
He would then do any number of things he had a big box of large lead fishing weights that he would snap on to my nipple rings he also would do the same to my pussy lips and many times he would add several more of these lead weights to my lower lips so that they would be dangling along with snapping on a leash to both rings. Once he went to a topless bar with a tape recorder and had over half a dozen strange men say what they would do to me if they had a chance, and that i could count on the fact that in the near future they would visit the basement when i was there.!!!.. He would hook the recorder on my harness and place small headphones on so i could listen to their threats. It seemed very believable when each would use my name.
At this point he would take me down and cuff my hands either behind my back at my waist or to the back of my neck with my hands behind my head by my wrists at the slave collar. Then he would start leading me around in the big part of the basement by my pussy lips, he would turn me around and around, first one way and then the other, so as to confuse me, i love to be lead around like this and fantasize about it often my fantasy is to have it done to me in front of a bunch of men and with the lead weights stretching and abusing my pussy lips as i was lead along, this was very stimulating.
Sometimes he would undue my hands and have me place them above my head against one of the walls and tell me to spread my legs and just stand there.
This would be followed by one or more of the doors opening and closing and someone going up or down the stairs again this would scare me , but i would always stand their with my hands up against the wall and wait for what ever was going to happen.... After a bit of this he would lead me into the room where he had everything set up and ready, believe me when you are lead around by your pussy lips you have no choice but to do as you are told and are unable to resist, as a short pull or slight jerk really gets your attention.
In the room i am again chained with my hands over my head and my legs apart several more chains are added so that there is no way i can move, or get loose. Again i am left their as i hear the door open and close i hear more noise of something heavy being dragged across the floor, the door opens, more noise and the door closes and i hear it being locked and it sounds like it is from the outside!!!!...
My god i am locked in and someone is in here with me?, I ask my man is that you? there is no response only very heavy breathing, i say again who's their again no answer my heart is pounding and the wetness of my pussy is starting to more than seep, i hear this device again being shoved across the floor under me o,m,g what is it? the leash that has been used to lead me around along with the lead weights has been unsnapped and removed, it has been replaced by two separate snaps and cords i feel my pussy lips around each of my thighs being pulled apart and then stretched even wider, they are then tied off to either side of me.
Their is more noise and movement under me, i feel something brushing my open slit it feels like Vaseline or K Y jelly it is stuck way up inside me by someones fingers and again my clit is squeezed twisted and played with.
Goose bumps start to form around my gentiles. Then i hear the cranking and noise of small gears going around and around i then start to feel the head of a hard rubber penis as it slowly inches its way up into me, farther and farther. I know what it is now, and i am at first somewhat relived. My man has made this device to keep me on my toes, Literally, it is made from a mechanical screw jack that telescopes it was used to jack up 3/4 ton trucks. It can travel well over 12" it has a metal bracket that is bolted to the top of the jack that has been made to accommodate large wooden dowels of different lengths they fit into and can be adjusted for a tall or short girl, a dildo, he has about three of them can be slipped over the dowel and a condom over the dildo and the the fun?.. abuse can begin.
My man has told me all about it and has threatened to use it on me before, I am really up on my toes and am trying to pull myself up even farther by my wrists, it is a loosing battle as i can no longer hold myself up and slowly let this big rubber phallic thing impale me, omg it is all the way up and in me i never thought i could take it this way i cannot move as the jack gets one or two more cranks.
Again i am trying to stand on my toes. The lead weights are removed from my nipples and snaps and chains are connected to them i hear the chains go through eye bolts somewhere over my head my nipples are being stretched and my breasts are being pulled up and apart with constant pressure i hear the chains rattle several more time as they are connected to rubber cords that are now pulling them tighter, i really love to have them pulled.
My pussy lips have already been pulled and stretched as far apart as i can stand, and this gigantic dildo is all the way up inside my pussy, but whats this? my swollen clitoris is now sticking out as if to imply that it too is ready for some diabolical sexual abuse. he has told me that i have a rather large clitoris compared to other women, and when it is stimulated it gets even larger. It has been clamped, pinched, sucked on and vibrated with several different types of vibrators he has in the past used a stimpulse on my gentiles, but this time he is using his vacuum sucking pump that is connected to the top of this strange device.
The bottom is a lot like a wine glass bottom, at the base. Only it is about 2 1/2" long and is about 1" in diameter, is open at the bottom. After my clit has been stimulated by sucking or like now with this big thing inside me, he will put some Vaseline on my clit slip it over my clitoris and start the hand pump it will start sucking my clit up into it until it is well over an inch and a half up inside this heavy glass tube. It is not uncomfortable at all, and it is mildly stimulating, but its what he does after that that really gets me off.
He takes one of his really aggressive vibrators with a small tip and starts slowly rubbing it around and around the base of the glass flange, my clit that is now sucked up inside of it is very swollen.
The stimulation from the vibrator becomes more and more madding and i cannot help but get off again. My clit is becoming more and more sensitive i softly start to say stop but i know he won't. As I get off once more.
This is one, of numerous times i have been in Steve's Basement and almost always starts out with me blindfolded naked and chained to several eye bolts, for me it is an incredible turn on, and no matter how it ends i am always ready to to do it again.
Am I Normal Is this normal? Is it normal for me.
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To be continued
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