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Tara finished lighting the candles and turned to survey her work. The basement room was dark, even with the myriad of candles set on every available space. The walls were hung with beautiful Chinese tapestries of dragons. Some were in flight, some sleeping and her favorite one was where the dragon tried desperately to evade the sword of a young warrior. The Black and red weave was interrupted by only a flash of yellow here and there. She smiled.

The ceiling had been painted black, as had the floor. In between the tapestries on the wall, were old- fashioned sconces that held the candles she had just finished lighting. Low tables sat in the corners of the room, also holding candles and various other instruments of play. Off to one side a horse was placed strategically, to allow movement around all sides. On the one free wall, hung a large X made of wood and adjustable shackles hung from all four corners. It was to this wall she went.

With a deft movement, she opened the secret door and slipped through the opening, closing it behind her. Standing on this side of the basement, you would never know what lay just a few feet away. Surveying the room briefly she decided that everything was ready for her date.

The room was very neat, low couches rested along two of the walls, a fireplace and wet bar were on the third and behind her, a bookshelf filled to the brim with literature of every nature. The coffee table held a floral centerpiece, and the end tables smaller versions of the same. Softly lit, the blue and peach tones were pleasing to the eye and the plush, cream carpet under her feet complimented the decor nicely. Looking at the mantle clock, she gasped. Time had slipped away from her.

She hurried upstairs to the bedroom, to get dressed. Taking off the bathrobe she'd put on after her shower, she perused the contents of her closet thoughtfully. She pulled a silk burgundy dress off the rack, and put it back immediately, choosing instead a black skirt, white, low-cut blouse and a black sweater. Reaching into a drawer behind the hanging clothes, she pulled out a leather corset that would be invisible under the sweater, a leather thong and matching bra, and lace trimmed, stay up stockings, all in black.

Dressing slowly she luxuriated in the feel of the leather against her skin and the thrill it gave her to know that her date would never know what hit him. The skirt went to about mid-thigh and though it looked modest, when she bent over, it afforded a nice view of the tops of the stockings and the strap of leather between her ass cheeks. The blouse was the crossover kind that cut very deeply over her full breasts; however, the leather bra was not visible. Tara leaned over to strap on her favorite high-heeled shoes and caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. The shoes on, she stood to admire herself.

She looked very sophisticated in a slutty way. There was no doubt that her date would get the message. Her hair was parted on the side and swept into a French bun. Her eyes flashed silver as she considered her large breasts, curving waist, shapely legs and gently flaring hips. Licking her lips invitingly, She touched her own breasts, rolling the nipples between her fingers and pinching hard. Feeling the moistness building between her legs she moved one hand under her skirt and moved the strap aside to play with herself. Her fingers explored the folds of heated flesh until she began playing with her clit in earnest. Just as she felt the familiar clenching of impending orgasm, the doorbell rang.

Stopping in the bathroom on the way to the door, she washed her hands and straightened her skirt. The bell rang again.

"Coming!" she yelled down the hallway at the front door. She dried her hands quickly, leaving the hand towel askew and hurried to the door, stopping to compose herself before opening it.

Tara pulled the door open and took in her first look at Callum. He was just like his picture. He was taller than her by about a head, brown hair and startling blue eyes. He pulled a bouquet of deep red roses from behind his back and handed them to her saying, "Hi, it's nice to finally meet you face-to-face." Tara trembled slightly as their fingers touched when she took the roses. A shock had raced up her arms to her breasts, causing a spasm of desire to run through her.

"Please, come in." She said, turning to go to the kitchen to find a vase.

Callum close the front door behind him, removed his shoes and followed her into the kitchen. Placing the pungent flowers in a crystal vase Tara asked, "Would you like a drink? I'm a little nervous and I know I could use one."

"That would be great." He replied smiling.

"Follow me. The bar is downstairs."

Tara passed Callum brushing his arm softly with her breasts. She felt the muscle in his arm jerk at the contact. She led him down the stairs to the comfortable den she had left just a few minutes before.

Walking behind the bar, Tara asked, "What do you drink?"

"How about a rye and coke?"

"Coming up. So, how was your batıkent escort flight?"

"Good. Long but I slept most of the way. The change over in Vancouver was a hassle though."

"I can imagine."

Tara handed him his drink and returned to the bar to make her own.

"Are you as frazzled as I am?" He asked suddenly.

"Yes," she replied, "but we'll be over that soon."

She was right. After an hour of comfortable conversation it was almost possible to forget that Callum knew all of her deepest desires and she his. They had met online and it was so easy to expose yourself and make yourself vulnerable when there is no risk of meeting. Then you meet.

The sexual tension built steadily all evening until they were both looking at each other like they were starving, and the other was a seven course meal. Callum repeatedly touched Tara's legs and arms during conversation and she brushed against him at every opportunity. Finally, Tara thought it was time for her surprise.

"I have something for you." She smiled mischievously.

"Oh? And what might that be?" Callum inquired curiously.

"It's a surprise. You'll have to trust me, can you?"

"Of course. "Callum said smiling and standing up from the couch.

"All right then, turn around." As Callum turned his back to her, Tara reached between the cushions of the couch and pulled out a long silk scarf. Standing behind him, on tiptoe she tied the scarf about his eyes.

"Hmm... , I'm wondering how wise a decision that was." Callum joked, obviously enjoying the feeling of her breasts pushed into his back. "Should I be worried?"

"Not at all." She replied turning him to face the hidden door. "Just a second." Tara opened the door and led Callum through the doorway into the hidden chamber.

"Wait." She commanded as she closed the door behind him. Backing him up to the X on the door she raised one of his arms above his head, and before he could protest, had clamped it into the shackle there.

"Hey! Wait a minute!"

"Ah, ah, ah...You extended the challenge. I just accepted." Tara laughed placing his other hand in the second shackle. He fought briefly, but with his other hand already restrained, Tara didn't have too much difficulty getting him secured.

"What do you mean, 'I extended the challenge'" He asked.

"You don't remember?" Tara clucked her tongue. "When we first spoke you said that you weren't "into" bondage or S