1. The Devil's Chamber Part 1


    Date: 9/27/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: Jessica_Jones, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

    my dress down to cover my thighs, only to have the top stoop down even lower, showing the edge of my lace bra. I pulled up on the neck line tucking my bra back out of sight, the hem along my thigh inched higher. There was no winning with that situation. As I reached the top of the stairs, I spotted a note on the table beside the door. Printed on the same black card stock with raised silver cursive read, "Welcome Miss Jessica, Please let yourself in, and get comfortable. There is a chair in the library, I will meet you there. But first, there is something in the mailbox,put it on once you have settled. DO NOT Touch anything." I reached my hand into the mailbox and pulled out an envelope. I opened it and slid the contents into my hand. Folded neatly in my palm was a red satin blindfold, then a realization. Of course this wasn't going to be a meeting; it was going to be a surprise birthday party! I felt instantly excited, a surprise party would've been amazing. After working for Mr. Henderson for five years, had he finally remembered my birthday was coming? I have always booked off the Friday before my birthday, every year. And every year I'd get the same sour remark from Mr. Henderson. "You're getting a bit old to play the party card, aren't you Jessie?" he would snicker. And yet every year I would get my request. I’d spend the night drinking cosmopolitans with the ladies from the office, until I crawl into my bed, alone, one year older, and wondering where the hell I went ...
    wrong. Thankfully he didn’t know that part! I opened the front door and stepped into a hallway that could've made the Queen of England jealous. There were paintings littering the walls, royal Victorian furniture scattered about, and a beautiful Persian rug stretched the length of the hallway. I placed my purse down on a table that was probably worth more than my monthly condo payment and began to explore. I peered into room after room looking for the library. The mansion was completely silent, eerily so. At the end of the hallway, where the Persian rug ended was a set of large double doors. They were carved from the most beautiful looking wood, maybe mahogany. The magnificence of the doors stretched to the ceiling. My hands grasped the brightly polished knobs and turned. The heavy doors pushed open wide and I entered, trying to be as quiet as a school mouse. I could not believe my eyes! Floor to ceiling and wall to wall books, most of them older than me without a doubt. In the room was a desk with a chair tucked neatly under it. Also a single chair seated a few feet in front the desk. I walked slowly around the room, taking it all in. My fingers brushed the spines of hundreds of classic novels- most I have never heard of. That is when I saw a book I did recognize, one I pawed through when I was 16 at a sleep over. It was the Kama Sutra. I slipped it from its niche and opened it; it had been so long since I giggled at the pictures, over popcorn, and pizza with my girlfriends. I ...
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