The Room Under the Stairs · Part 1 (1/2)
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It was two weeks after the funeral when I returned to my Aunt’s house. Her sudden death hit me hard and this was the first chance to return to the house I considered home. My Aunt Sara had taken me in after my mother died. I had just finished high school and I moved in with her as she was my only living relative. The house is a two story Victorian in the country and I always love my time there, it was in great shape because of all the work my Aunt had put into it. The air was still and stuffy, it seemed sad and lonely. Aunt Sara must have had a second sense because she had recently gotten all her legal matters in order. I walked thru the house remembering all the good times I had with Aunt Sara, I considered more of a big sister rather that my guardian.
I always admired her for her intelligence and her beauty. She was older that me but she looked like my sister rather than my Aunt. As I walked from room to room, memories came flooding back to me. I would come home every chance I could from college to be with her. I loved her as much as I loved my mother. I finally made my way to her room, sat on her bed and remembered her with a sad heart. I went to the closet and look at her clothes hanging there. My hand ran over them as I thought about our life together. I walked to her dresser and there was her hair brush, there were still strands of her hair on it. I broke down and cried.
On the dresser was her jewelry box I opened it and saw many of the things she liked to wear and more memories came flooding back. In the top there was a small area with a lid on it. I opened it and found a key on a silver chain. The key was an old style and I wondered what it belonged to.
I had to start getting this place opened up and aired out. The first week was straightening up and getting things in order. I was contacted by a lawyer and had a meeting with him. My Aunt left me everything. I was shocked and had no idea at the value of her estate. I was also surprised to find out my parents had a trust fund set up for me that would be mine after I graduated from college. I had the lawyer handle things for me and I was able to concentrate on the house.
I left her bedroom for the last. I just could not bring myself to clean it out. With a heavy heart I opened the closet and looked thru her clothes. As I looked at the clothes I realized she was the same size as I was and I liked some of her clothes. I was about a week later after a hectic day of cleaning and running around getting things in order that the house started to feel like mine. I had taken a nice long bath and was getting ready for bed when I spotted the key laying near the jewelry box. I picked it up and look at it, wondering what it belonged to. It had been a long day and I was soon asleep.
I dreamt of my Aunt Sara, she came to me and had me get out of bed. She led me down stairs and to a small door under the stair in the hallway on the first flood. The dream was so real I woke with a start. I went back to sleep but did not sleep well.
The next day I got dressed and went down stairs not thinking anything about the dream. I stopped I my tracks as I walked to the kitchen. There was a door under the stairs! I never remember noticing it before. I pulled at the door with my fingers but it was locked. Looking at the keyhole it looked like it matched the key upstairs. I ran upstairs and got the key, returning I inserted the key in the lock and turned it. It turned smoothly and the door move slightly. I slowly open the door expecting the worse behind it. I thought it would be filled with cobwebs and dust. Much to my surprise it seemed dust free but it was dark inside. I noticed a box on the inside wall with a switch on it. I turned on the switch and a light came on.
I carefully peered in and was surprised to see what appeared to be a closet with clothing hanging along the left wall. On the back wall there were two chests of drawers and to the right under the steps going to the second floor boxes that looked like they would contain shoes. I started to look at the clothes hanging from the rod running across the left wall.
I was surprised to find clothing made of leather, rubber, pvc and spandex.
“Aunt Sara, what were you into!”
I then went to the two chest of drawers and open the drawers one at a time. What I found shocked me! There was all kind of leather straps and other drawers contained things made of metal. I did know handcuffs when I seen them. Every drawer contained bondage equipment all neatly folded and sorted. There was so much of it I could not take it all in. I did realise one thing! All of the things in this little room were taken care of, it was clean and neat. My Aunt must have really liked all of theses things. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a prude but some of the things I had never seen before. I closed the door and locked it. I had to think about what has just happened. I was almost afraid of what the room contained but I was also curious. I continued working on the house and I found I had more free time on my hands. My thoughts returned to the room under the stairs.
It was just after lunch on Friday when I heard a car pull into the driveway. I walked to the front door and walked outside onto the porch. The car door opened and a woman got out and walked towards the house. As she approached I could see she was very attractine and dressed in a very lovley leather skirt and heels.
“Hello my name is Susan Lee and I was a good friend of your Aunt. I have something for you from you Aunt Sara.”
She reached into her purse and brought out an envelope and handed it to me. I suddenly remembered seeing her at the funeral, she stayed in the back and I had wondered who she was, at the time she seemed very upset.
“Please come and sit on the porch with me, what is it?”
“It’s a letter that might explain things a bit”
I opened the letter and read it; it was from my Aunt explaining the room under the stairs. It basically said she and Susan were lovers and shared an interest in bondage and role play. If I was shocked and disgusted by what I had found, Susan would remove everything and I would never see Susan again. I closed the letter and looked at Susan.
“This explains a lot!”
“If you need time to think, just say so. I'll leave and you can call for me to pick the things up.”
“Actually I was just going to go and look at the things in the little room. Your timing is perfect. Maybe you could answer some questions I have?”
“Yes dear, of course I’ll answer any questions you may have.”
We walked into the house and I took the key out of my pocket and opened the door. We both squeezed into the little room and started to look thru things. We talked and talked, Susan related the fun and adventures they had together over the years. I would ask questions of Susan as I examined thing from the chest of drawers. I really found the handcuff and other metal restraints exciting. There was so much to look at. It was hunger that finally stopped our exploration of the little room. When I looked at my watch I was shocked we had spent 5 hours in the little room talking.
“Oh Susan please let me take you to dinner so we can talk more.”
“I’d like that very much; I know a really nice Italian place.” she replied.
We planned to meet in an hour and Susan left. She had given me direction to the restaurant and I looked forward to it. I decided to shower and dress a little; a nice skirt and blouse with heels should do it. As I pulled into the parking lot I saw her car and pulled beside it.
The restaurant it was very nice and the smells hit me as so as I entered. I looked for a moment and then saw her waving. She was in the back in a booth. As I walked back to her I realized how lovely she looked. There was a candle burning on the table and it felt very romantic. As we ate I realized how wonderful she looked and it suddenly realized this felt like a date. We talked and talked till late in the night over a wonderful meal. I asked her to come back on Saturday to continue our conversation and my learning and have lunch with me. We parted in the parking lot and was surprised when she gave me a warm hug and kiss.
The next day arrived and I was very excited with the expatiation of seeing Susan again. The day was warm so I wore shorts and a top that showed my breasts to there advantage. I felt like a teenager on her first date!
She arrived just before noon and I had a nice lunch prepared. I gave her a nice hug at the door and we went to the kitchen. She wanted to help but I told her to sit and I would serve her. She looked at me and said she would like that. I didn’t mean it in a sexual way but her words sent a thrill thru me. As I placed her dish in front of her she touched my hand, it was like electricity. My legs went weak as I looked into her eyes. I sat to her side and we talked about everything except what I really wanted to talk about, the items in the little room.
We cleaned up and walked back to the room under the stairs. Susan and I squeezed in to the little room and went one drawer at a time looking and trying on things as I went. This was turning into a real learning experience and I was enjoying it. Susan started putting the toys on me; I would jump up and run to the full mirror in the hallway to look at my self. I found the black leather excited me when I looked at myself. It was about 5 PM when we finally broke for dinner.
I wanted to make something Sara wanted to go out to get some fresh air. I said I wanted to change into a skirt before we left and I ran upstairs and slipped into my denim skirt. She wanted to take her car and I thought that was a good idea since she knew where we where going. I had not paid to much attention to her car but the moment I got in I realized it was very expensive. She took me to a nice restaurant, I was expecting some fast food but how could I turn this down. She ordered a bottle of wine and we talked over lunch, or should I say I talked. I suddenly realized she was looking at me. I stopped and blushed; her gaze made me feel warm or was it the wine, I lowered my eyes too embarrassed to look at her.
She reached across the table and lifted my chin. “What’s wrong dear?”
“I……. like you, I like you a lot!” I stammered. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Yes dear”
“What were Sara’s favorite toys that you two played with?”
“I’ll show you when we get back, they're in the second chest of drawers”
I knew the second chest contained things made of metal. I had not looked thru all the drawers and the idea of new surprise’s excited me!
As were leaving the restaurant a lady approached Susan and they hugged and exchanged pleasantries. As we walked to the car she told me that was the owner of the restaurant. I settled into the soft leather seat of her can when she turned and looked at me.
“Do you really want to see what Sara and I liked to play?”
Without hesitation I told her yes I did.
“Are you sure you want to know!”
“Yes.”
“Then open the glove compartment”
I opened it wondering what I would find. It took a second for me to see something shiny sticking out from some paper. I moved the piece of paper and there was a jumble of silver items. It only took a moment for me to recognize them! I lifted the first item out, handcuffs. It was the second item that I removed, police leg cuffs that got me more excited. The metal was cool in my hands; they were not as heave as I expected they would be.
“Why are they in your car?”
“You wanted to know what Sara and I played at, didn’t you?”
“Well yes!”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes”
“I want you to put them on for our trip home!”
“What!”
“If you do, I promise you will not be hurt and you will know what Sara and I shared”
The idea of being helpless in the hands of this beautiful woman really excited me and the fact it would be outside just added to the thrill. She show how they worked and made sure I realized that there would be no escape from them.
“Ok dear, put the leg cuffs on you ankles!”
I squeezed the cuffs open and the “zippppppp” sent a rush thru my body. Closing them was even better!
“Make them snug, but not tight! I will check your work and any half effort will be punished!”
My pussy got hot and wet at her words! I pressed one snug against my ankle.
“Now reach under the seat and you’ll find a wire with a loop in it, pass the other cuff thru it and lock it on your other ankle.
My fingers found the wire; it was a steel cable with a loop on the end. My hands were trembling as I passed the other cuff thru the loop and closed it around my other ankle. “zippppppp”
My legs only had a small range of motion; I could not stretch them out but were held close to the seat.
“Now the handcuffs dear”
I opened the cuff and then closed it around my right wrist the sound sending a thrill thru me. I started to put my other wrist when Sara told me to stop.
“That’s cheating, dear. Behind you back! You want the same experience as Sara, don’t you?”
I thought about what I was going to do and I reached around and closed the other cuff. A wave of excitement washed over me.
“They better be snug or else!”
I leaned forward and closed both cuffs several more clicks. With my hands cuffed behind me my breasts were thrust out. I felt very vulnerable and naughty.
“Very good, now we don’t want you to fall out, do we?”
Susan reached over and pulled the seat belt over me. The belt pulled me against my cuffed hand further preventing me from moving. She started the car but before we moved she looked at me and had a thoughtful look on her face.
“Oh my, I almost forgot!”
Susan reached into the console between the seats and produced a set of sunglasses. They were the wrap around kind and leaned over to me. She slipped them on me and I suddenly realized they were opaque and I could not see a thing!
“Oh Susan, please, I’m so excited I’m getting wet!”
“Good, at least I haven’t lost my touch”
She pulled out of the parking lot and into traffic. I was shaking with excitement!
“This was one of Sara’s favorite games; I would play with her mind as we drove around. She never knew what I was telling her was true or where she was. Like right now were beside a police car and I think the officer is trying to flirt with you! Buy th
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