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The tips of her fingers touched something cool and smooth and she drew back. She showered and sat at her dressing table, drawing a brush through her blond locks and wondering about what she had found in her employers basement.

Torture implements, things from the burning times centuries earlier. She replaced the body shaper carefully and went over to it. What was it about this stuff that was doing this to her?She tried the door in front of her and found that it was locked.Frowning at her own duplicity, she took down the basement key and tried it. She replaced it on the hook and her hand shook slightly as she took down the one marked playroom, something about the idea of it nagged at her, she really shouldnt be here doing thisthe key turned in the lock with well oiled precision and unlocked with a quiet click. B handed her was more than she could have hoped for, slightly under a hundred bucks.At last, in the center of the wall, she found the light switch and flicked it on. She ran her hand over a red foundation garment she had only seen in pictures of fifties womens underwear. Noa longline corset, that was it, because of all the garters running along the bottom of it. Thanks again, youre such a good babysitter, well surely miss you when you go off to college. Kim said, pecking her on the cheek as they shuffled towards the front door. She called up her search engine and typed in Rubber clothing and pressed enter.All around her was racks of shiny clothes in strange colors (the Semi-see through pee yellow things hanging in one rack and on several places on the wall freaked her out just at the sight of them) and styles. It was all one piece, from the shoulder straps, to the molded breast cups, all the rest of the way down to the rows of garter clips that would hold up stockings when they were worn with it. Somehow the idea appealed to her, she wondered how it might look on her, it seemed to be her size and since it was stretchy, it would fit no matter what anyway. B she responded as Bill came over, looking anxious to go take her home and get back. Reams of hits filled her screen, there were a whole host of people selling this type of thing it seemed and she clicked on a few and found a huge assortment of clothes were available, everything from dresses and shoes to underwear and bodysuits of all kinds, she blushed as she read about some of the features that some of these item came with, dildos, breast suckers and other kinds of strange devices.They were labeled: Basement main, play room and there were several rings with ten or more small padlock keys like the ones she used to use in school on her locker. The basement door key she could see, but what was the playroom?

Moreover, what were these other rings full of keys and what were they doing here? This is a work of fiction and should not be construed to be reality in any way, shape or form (although it could be) and if you should happen to be offended by anything herein, dont say I didnt warn you. This story is the intellectual property of the author and is considered to be copyrighted, it may be posted on free sites or other places where persons can read it for nothing, it should not be used anywhere else without the authors written permission. He had kept her busy all through the evening until finally, he had run out of steam and she had finally been able to lay him in his little bed and sneak away, closing the door behind her. Namely: Rubber fetishism, B&D, solo, mmmfff, mf, Fam, Ect, as well as other types of fetishes and should not be viewed by persons under the age of Eighteen or whatever may be the legal age of consent wherever you may live. She was tired, he was becoming a real handful now that he was done crawling and was walking, if she took her eyes off him for even a second, he was off and gone like the flash, that old comic book guy.Then there was a loud thump from somewhere under the floor and curious, she looked down, listening for it to come again. If Lyn had any faults at all, it was that she hated strange noises and would always, always have to try to find out what caused them. She got up and walked around to the door at the end of the entrance hall behind the stairs leading to the upstairs bedroom and placed her hand on the doorknob. This was the one room in the house that she had been told never to enter, the door led down to the basement she knew.However, both of the Bakers had insisted that she should never go down there, ever. She warred with herself for several minutes, if they found out; she would lose her job and then what would she do? She listened to see if the baby had woken up and if it might have been him bumping around in his room perhaps, nothing.So Lyn sat, wiggling her tried toes through her knee-highs and stretching languidly on the couch.