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It was an exciting day for Her. She was finally ready to show Her lover the space She had spent the past month completing. When they moved into the new house together, finishing the basement exactly how they wanted was a top priority for the two of them. Their plans called for a large entertaining space as well as a sound-proof area that would be home to a Zoom-friendly office/studio, and just off that a fairly large “storage area” with the same sound-proof specs. When the contractor questioned Her about the fact that making the “storage area” sound-proof was really not necessary, She explained there were some family heirlooms she would be storing there, and it was as much related to climate control as to being sound-proof. There were no questions as to why She would need the office/studio as She was now widely recognized as a leading voice in the digital marketing field, regularly appearing on podcasts and even television shows – the new area was a no brainer. I’m the plans, it called for a corner bookshelf with one piece doubling as a hidden door to the storage area. So well-hidden, no one would know it was even there.

As the other rooms were finished, the instructions for the storage room were simple – well lit, and all white; and one month ago when she did the walk through, it was just as she had hoped – a perfect blank canvas. The first thing she brought in was her custom refinished chair. A few months back, she fell in love with a chair they saw while away for a weekend, she bought it and had it completely refinished. It was covered with the softest black leather and accented with brilliant gold. She put it in a corner, sat on it and felt like royalty. She couldn’t wait to look out from it at her lover on his knees – just the wondered made her clit throb. The other major features were a cell that she had built for Her in an opposite corner. She couldn’t believe she was able to meet a local woman online who specialized in that kind of thing. As she gave options on the possibilities, the fact the two of them formed a friendship probably led to the fact they ended up with something that looked like it was fit for a mass murderer on death row instead of a lover who fantasized about being kept as a prisoner. The other feature was a black, leather-covered table, fitted with thick, black leather straps. This was again something that started out as a vision of something for simple play, but as she added features and saw the effect it had on her, it turned into something so much more. She had spent a few hours a day in there over the past month, and there had never been a day she got herself off fewer than three times while there.

She was now putting on the finishing touches. There were a lot of hooks and rings and areas to hang tools and implements. While many of them were empty, she hung the tools she had acquired on some of the hooks. A riding crop, a single-tail whip and a cane hung on one side. The contrast with the white walls made each stand out purposefully. On another wall, she had three different black hoods, some cuffs and chains as well as some hood old fashioned rope. Again, all purposefully positioned. Her alarm on her phone rang. She slipped on her blazer over her white shirt, and put on her glasses – she was ready for back-to-back meetings with just a few minutes in between. Before opening the door, she reached up the black leather skirt, which she had no interest in changing out of and drug her finger across her swollen clit. As she looked at the clock and felt the wetness between her legs, she realized that she didn’t have time to make herself cum again; it would have to wait. She took the thickest, most-restrictive black hood off the wall as well as a pair of cuffs; she also grabbed a brand new, thick, black collar with a gold buckle and a gold plate on it. It had the words “My slut” engraved on the plate. She held the collar and hood to her nose and inhaled deeply, the feeling of power drove her wild – it was intoxicating. Her alarm sounded again; two minutes to one. She emerged from behind the bookcase and positioned herself at her desk. She put her goods in her purse and hung it on a hook on the outside of her desk. As she looked at her Zoom background in the tiny box, and played with the “charm” on her necklace, she couldn’t help but think about spending the entire weekend with her lover right behind the bookcase that everyone on the call was looking at.

NSFW: yes

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