No Good Deed Goes Unpunished · Part 1 (1/2)
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I just got to my little apartment after a long day of work. I was walking out to my car when I heard a commotion in the street next to the apartment. By the time I got around the bushes that block the view I saw two people standing over a guy laying on the ground. They were laughing and kicking him. There was another guy setting fire to a car. I ran up to the two guys and after a short verbal exchange the three guys left. I then helped the guy they were beating on up and took him into my apartment to check out his injuries.
Once inside I sat him down at the kitchen table and looked him over. After I realized his injuries were superficial, I said, “These injuries look worse than they are. You are going to be sore for a few days but you should be fine.”
“Thanks for all your help,” he replied. “Since mine is broken can I borrow your phone?”
I gave him my phone and address then cleaned up the mess I made treating him as he made a call in the other room.
“Thanks again for helping me out and taking care of me. My name is Bill.” He said as he walked into the kitchen.
I took my phone back and shook his hand. “I’m Amy.”
“How can I repay you for your help?”
“Don’t worry about it. I am an EMT from the local hospital. I can replace the stuff I used on you. Just promise me you will pass the good deed along when you get the chance and we can call it even,” I told him.
“Amy, you are a dying breed in today’s world.” He commented. “First most people would have ignored what was going on and then you help me out, treat my injuries and want nothing in return. That is very impressive.”
I blushed and said nothing. After about 20 minutes of small talk over coffee and cookies 3 large well-dressed people arrived to pick him up. He thanked me again, gave me his card and left. I looked at the card after he left and I recognized the name and company. His first name was William and he is one of the richest people in the country.
A couple weeks later I get a call from a number I don’t recognize. When I answered, I was shocked to find out it was Bill (William). He invited me to dinner to discuss business. Naturally I say yes. I said yes because I am curious about what business he could have with me and the restaurant is the nicest in the city and he is paying. I put on the nicest dress I own and am ready when he knocks on the door to pick me up.
“Amy, you look nice,” he said.
“Thanks,” I replied. “You don’t look half bad yourself.” He offered me his arm and led me to a limonene waiting in the apartment parking lot. “Wow,” was all I could say.
The limo ride was nice but the restaurant was out of this world. Everything was beautiful but not overly much. Over dinner he asked a lot about me. I told him I was raised in a middle-class family. Both my brothers were in the military but I wanted to be an EMT. Actually, a medical doctor but I was still going to school for that. Once we finished dessert we got down to business.
“I still feel bad about not paying you back for helping me the other day,” he started. “I have an idea that will help both of us out. I have this large house on several acres of land a few miles outside of town. I own it for a tax break…it’s a long story. Anyway, I need someone to move it. I am offering you the place. All utilities paid except TV and internet. Those bills have to be in you name as proof you live there.”
It took me a minute to speak. “That sounds awesome. Tell me more.”
He told me how it used to belong to his uncle and his family. They died in a plane crash and the place has been empty for a few months. He said the bottom floor will be cleaned by the weekend. He gave me the keys and address before wishing me luck and leaving. I was excited about my new place.
I figured I would look it over before I moved my stuff and put in notice with my landlord. I drove out there on my next day off. The place was massive. It had two stories and a basement. The land around the house was wooded so the house could not be seen from the road. When I got out of the car, I could smell the ocean so I walked around the house and noticed it was built next to a cliff overlooking the ocean. The view alone made my decision about moving in. I managed to pull myself away from the view and went into the house. The inside of the sound was just as impressive as the outside.
Like Bill said the first floor was spotless. There was a large kitchen, two dining rooms, game room, TV/entertainment room, two bedrooms, a changing room and an indoor pool. Everything in the house was top of the line and looked almost new.
I spent the next few days moving in and making arrangements for my old apartment. I got some from friends from work and the move was done in a few hours. After which we tried out the pool. The next day I was cleaning up the pool area when the housekeepers came in and told me they would take care of it. After talking with them I gave up trying to help them and just stayed out of their way.
Since I was off for three days, I decided to look around the rest of the house. The second floor was mainly for guests. There were several bedrooms and a few entertainment rooms. The basement stairs ended in a massive open area. The area was a large multipurpose entertainment area. There were sofas, a recliner and chairs. There was a projector and HD screen, pool table, air hockey table and foosball table. Behind all the entertainment tables was a full bar. The back wall contained a door to the restroom and a large hanging carpet with a picture of a pretty woman dressed really sexily. She was chained by a metal collar and chain to a pillar.
I spent a few minutes staring at the wall hanging when I noticed in the small gap between the hanging and the floor that there was a glass on the floor. I pulled the corner of the carpet out and moved behind it to get the glass. That was when I noticed a door hidden behind the hanging. Between the color and door’s shape it was hard to see but it was there. I turned the lever and the door pushed open. Behind the door was a large dark room. I reached around the edge of the door inside the room and found a light switch. I turned on the lights and discovered the room was set-up like a modern dungeon.
I walked into the dungeon and knew I had found my favorite room in the whole house. I have been interested in bondage for years. I had mainly done self-bondage since it was hard to find someone, I trusted to tie me up. The few times I had found someone I had a good time but the guy wasn’t too interested in repeating it. The dungeon was fully stocked with the usual type of things, a wooden X-frame, a couple of padded sawhorses, poles to secure someone to or in between, steel manacles attached to the walls, a large cage with a bed in it and a smaller cage for someone kneeling or sitting in it. On the walls were several shelves neatly covered with other bondage items.
There were cuffs made from leather and steel, several different types of gags and hoods, there were also harnesses, armbinders, hobble skirts and body sleep sacks. There were even a couple of gimp petsuits. In cabinets along the walls were just about every kind of sex toy I had ever seen and more that I haven’t. There were also chastity belts, leather & latex catsuits and assorted panties and bras.
I continued to look around and discovered a computer and a very interesting looking bondage device. It looked like a latex catsuit hooked to pumps, wires and cuffs. I turned on the computer and while it was booting up, I decided to examine the device more. The lower part was a long single leg binder but it looked like the tightness was controlled automatically. The part around the waist had a built-in corset and the breasts were covered by cups that looked like some kind of suction device. The head was covered in a full hood that had a removable blindfold and gag. Behind the suit attracted to the corset were two pairs of cuffs. They were positioned so the person in the suit would have a hard time getting into them and a harder time, but not impossible, to get out.
Once the computer booted up, I spent about an hour looking through it. It turns out that lots of the devices and toys were controlled here. There were also cameras and lighting hooked to this. I found the control for the latex device I was looking at. The computer didn’t tell me much about the options, just how to set the time and intensity. I was disappointed that the minimum time was six hours so I would have to wait until my next two days off.
I went back to the computer and spent an hour or so looking through it. I got a list of everything it controlled and how to operate it. I also discovered there was a hidden closet in the master bedroom with more controlled items. I got the wi-fi password to this computer when I found out I could use my laptop or smartphone to control the items and door to the secret closet. I then went upstairs and to the master bedroom.
I used my phone to unlock and open the door to the closet. I found it in the back of the bathroom. The closet was more like a small room. Filling two walls were several latex, PVC and leather outfits. They were super sexy and some of them were inappropriate to wear out in public. Along the wall with the door were shelves and drawers filled with toy and sexy underwear. The last wall hung various restraints, gags and hoods. Next to the door was an envelope that said “Play me” on it. I opened it and found a memory stick. I plugged the memory stick into my laptop and played the message.
Bill’s image appeared on the screen, “Hello Amy. If you are watching this then you have found the basement and the closet. Everyone in my family has been into sex games for generations and you have discovered this house’s collection. All the items have been cleaned and are ready for use and the clothes all should fit you. Right now, the main computer is set up to not let me know when you are playing. There is an option you can set so my phone gets a message that you are playing and tells me what you are doing.” He didn’t say anything for a minute as if giving me time to process what I just heard. “This option was set-up mainly as a safety measure if you wanted to use the stuff by yourself.
Some of the stuff is hard to get out of without practice and I will know if you get stuck. There are also options that grant me control over the session, naturally before I set those options up, we have to talk.” The message went on to explain how to set it up that he would monitor what was going on. It also told me that he would have options for the stuff in the basement.
I thought about the message and it did make sense about the safety part. I also liked the idea of letting someone take control. Bill was an attractive guy and with his money if he really wanted to do something bad to me, he could have already. I decided to call him and set up a date at a nightclub for Thursday night after I got off work. He seemed eager when I told him it was about his message in the closet.
I spent the rest of the day and my time at work thinking about the basement and my date with Bill. When I finished work on Thursday, I took a shower and went to the closet. I decided to first put on latex panties that had a vibrator built in that would go into my pussy. It also had a vibrator for my clit. Next, I put on a pair of thigh high five-inch heeled boots. Lastly, I put on a steel boned latex corset dress. The dress went from over my breasts down to mid-thigh and was very tight. After some work and help from an automatic lacing machine I got the dress closed all the way.
The dress took a good six inches from my waist and the steel boning prevented me from turning or bending at the waist. Even though the steel boning was replaced by a more flexible material, the boning that went down hips to the bottom of the dress I still had difficulty bending my legs at the hips. The top of the dress had a push-up design that gave me an impressive cleavage.
Bill called and told me he was almost at the house so I set the computer to give him access to the panties. The doorbell rang just as I finished so I went upstairs and opened the door.
Bill had a shocked look on his face but he quickly recovered and said “You look awesome in that outfit.”
After I looked him over in his sexy leather outfit I replied, “You don’t look bad yourself. Shall we go?”
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