FarmHouse

WARNING: THIS IS A VERY INTENSE TALE OF FICTION.  THE EVENTS PORTRAYED ARE ILLEGAL WRONG AND THE WRITER DOES NOT CONDONE NOR ADVOCATE COMMITING ANY OF THESE ACTS. IF YOU ARE OFFENDED BY GRAPHIC DETAILS  OF TORTURE, CRUELTY AND SEXUAL OFENSES THEN READ NO FURTHER.

FARMHOUSE

I really don’t know when I started thinking about bdsm, it seems like it has always been there deep in my core, lurking, waiting, being patient to show me who I really was. I have lived a mostly normal life married, two kids, house etc. My sex life was great with my wife until about the 10th year, then she became scared of the creature growing within and pushed me away. That was the start of the path that led me here. After her pushing me away I started to immerse myself online. Reading stories, watching videos and chatting with like minded females all of which caused the creature in me to grow. He learned about what he craved and what he needed to satisfy that hunger. Then just when I was thinking about suppressing the beast away the defining moment came. I won the state lottery, now it’s not enough to make me a jet setting playboy but it was enough to allow me to become my own boss without worrying about working or the money I spent.

The thought started as fleeting, but soon became an obsession. It took me a year to find exactly what I wanted, an old farmhouse surrounded by lots of open ground and no nosy neighbors. The one main thing I would not compromise on was that it had to have a full basement.  I told the wife it was for the land investment and maybe later the house restoration and she left it at that. With the new freedom that money brings she was starting to find ways to enjoy her life too. What I had planned was a secluded place to live out my deepest, darkest and most twisted fantasies. It took two years of traveling the world and secretly outfitting and changing the farm to what I wanted. On the outside it looked like a boarded up old house, even if you pulled off a window board you would see nothing but an empty house. The old barn had been changed so I could hide the car underground. When I was there it was impossible to know I was or that anyone was for that matter. Inside the house was bare and empty, deserted just the way I wanted it.  I did have one room in the kitchen next to the steps leading to the basement from which I controlled the grounds and house. the network was fed to my pda when I was away. If I had an unexpected guest I would know immediately. As for breaking in that was another story. All the glass had been replaced with shatter proof hurricane glass that would take a direct blow from a four pound hammer. The doors were changed for custom but plain steel framed and steel cored doors and special multi keyed locks in place. I nailed over all the windows and front door adding that abandoned yet secured look. To the normal looker it was just an abandoned farmhouse with no trespassing signs posted everywhere.

The basement was I different story. I had spent an incredible amount of time and money outfitting it for my own personal satisfaction. It took over two years of hard work, money and travel but finally it was a fully functional dungeon. I had collected numerous antique torture devices. From metal shackle type stockades on straight iron bars, torture tables to every type of modern sexual toy I could buy. The dungeon was finally fully outfitted. But my three favorite prizes was an original third Reich torture table that had been used in one of the camps in Germany during world war two, a black kangaroo hide bullwhip custom made for me and a stainless 12 inch dildo that had a cattle prod internals built into it with a handle to hold on to and activate it. Sitting in the dungeon I often wondered how like gods the German scientists must have felt by being able to pick any woman or girl they wanted and do anything they wanted without fear of consequences to follow. In other parts of the basement I had made a few different rooms, one for filming, one for sensory deprivation and a few others for various reason etc. In one corner I made a small cell  about 8ft by 8ft, a stand up shower in one corner with a recessed shower head and no knobs, a stainless jail type toilet and finally a steel wall bunk. the room was made out of solid steel plate and had a steel door with a small bar window. There was one spotlight recessed into the shower ceiling and one in the center of the ceiling illuminating the cell. When I was finished I realized it looked a lot like and old western style hotbox for prisoners. Everywhere in the cell, dungeon or one of the rooms was some type of d hook and clasps. There were several different torture tables and chairs including many other various attachments for toys. The whole basement had been stripped and soundproofed. I had ordered everything myself and performed all necessary work. All exits were bricked over closed and then covered in plywood and sheetrock, every wall was painted black and I had used task lighting to only light up where or was. If I turned them all on the full visual effect was felt. It was quite sinister looking with its design purpose clearly evident. The only way out was back through the first door at the base of the steps then up the steps to the second door. Both doors had state of the art optical recognition locks so they would open only for me. If the doors were forced open then I had a security program running that would release a gas while they were on the steps to immobilize the threat. Next explosive tanks would burn the whole place down. Se even if the dungeon was breeched no one would escape alive.

When I was satisfied with my new toy place I started looking. I was in no hurry at this point. I had spent so much time setting my dungeon up that finding the perfect specimen for me was not an impatient choice I was willing to compromise with. I started looking and followed several women around stalking them and watching their every move trying to decide if I should take them from this life to the one I had planned or to pass them up. After several months I was starting to believe I was being way to cautious and that I might chicken out. Sure I had a couple that I was almost on the verge of grabbing but in the final analysis they just weren’t what I wanted

Kaytlyn was not my first choice; she was a friend of my daughters. So I really didn’t give her much of a second look. Now yes I notice her body but that was it. Then I started to notice a change. She became friendlier. Talking and coming close to me when she was over. After a few months of her playful teasing and flirting with me I realized she was perfect. She was about 5’1” at least a small d or large c cup breast firm and pointed . When she wore her bikini I could see the outlines of her areolas framing her small marshmallow sized nipples. Her legs were well toned from her dance team workouts and her ass was firm and round. Her belly was taught and showed every muscle and curve when she wore a short top or bathing suit. Her face was framed by curly blond tresses that accentuated her big blue eyes and large pouty lips. But her soft southern drawl voice was the icing. When she was upset or sad she would sniff and talk in unsure almost scared voice which only made me want her more. All in all she was one fine specimen for my needs.

I had been watching her and stalking her for weeks thinking that she was never going to be in a position to grab her. Then one day I was just down from the house sitting in the woods and watching.  I saw her come out slamming the door behind her as she stormed across the yard and started down the road. I figured she had just had a fight with her mom from the actions I saw. I watched her walk toward the road and waited until she was almost out of sight. Quickly I grabbed my stuff and headed to the old car I had procured for this exact reason.  After going along where I thought she was I started to think she had slipped of the road. Maybe going into the woods to get away from life. I had missed her somehow and she was gone. Certain she had left the road I sped up to go turn around. But then just as I popped a little rise there she was walking briskly. Her yellow t-shirt was bright in the summer sun and her jeans and white shoes were moving along at a rapid pace. I slowed the old car down as I eased up to her. When I was beside her I noticed she still had not looked  at me, probably lost in anger at her mom.

Kaytlyn! .......... I yelled, she stopped and looked at the old car. Her expression was one of confusion until she saw me smiling…………..  Oh Mr. .James! ............................ I didn’t recognize you as she leaned in the window. ….New car?

She asked………… Yeah sort of I responded back with my best innocent smile. Where you going? ...................... I asked seeming somewhat concerned. I’m just walking. she said as she pulled back from the window…. , I am going to the store down the road, wanna go get a cold drink?  She smiled and said… No but thank you anyhow.   Are you sure? I pushed. Come on and ride with me………  We will be right back and you will have an ice cold drink on this hot summer day… I could see by the smile on her face she wanted someone to be nice to her and said “ok” in an almost reluctant tone. Slipping in she pulled the door closed as she sat down. My heart was beating so hard I thought she would hear it as the excitement grew. It was all I could do to keep my heart from beating out of my chest. Pulling away I watched as she leaned out the window allowing the breeze to blow in her hair. Reaching down beside me I felt the tazer in my hand. While she was looking out the window I brought it up in one fast motion. Just at the last second, she turned when she heard the click, only to shake at the sudden shock. I had set the stun to incapacitate as I watched her pass out in a confused look. Grabbing the items I had ready I quickly zip tied her wrists together and duct taped her mouth grabbing the needle I plunged it into her arm forcing the cocktail into her. The drugs would keep her out for several hours, courtesy of my friend the veterinarian. Pulling her over to lay on the seat I looked around and could see no one or another vehicle out here. Pulling away I headed straight for the old farmhouse. On the drive my excitement level raced from anticipation to realization of what I was doing. All this only added to the overload of senses. Reaching the old farm I made quick work of getting her out of the car and the car hid. I picked her up and carried her to the house. Quickly I was downstairs and was putting her in the small holding cage. I had bought a dog cage big enough to hold her in tight quarters. Walking to the door I hit the master light switch and the dungeon went black. I needed to go take care of some other details and she would be asleep for several hours anyhow.