Back to the front, down the stairs

Going up is far too horror cliché for your tastes, and going into the Dungeons of a strange Mistress in the Woods is just as foolish. You decide to take the risk of being spotted by the Maid by going back to the front.

You back up and go back down the hall and peek into the foyer, thankful the straps on you don't clink or squeak as you see no one there. You cautiously approach the stairs, the soft plush of the rug soothing your bare feet and helping to muffle your steps. You begin to slowly walk down the stairs. You find yourself holding your breath the entire time as the light of the chandelier extending the shadows of the room, not to mention everything in the house itself seems to want to creak and moan, doesn't help your mind from playing tricks on you. You just wanted to make a phone call damn it!

You reach the bottom of the stairs, no sign of the fetish maid or anyone else for that matter. You sigh in relaxation as you go to the front door and reach to open it, deciding to say screw everything about this and figure out how to explain this to a random car that shows up at yours. All that matters is you are free and clear now.

The door is dead bolted.

Your eyes widen in silent rage for a moment, and you stop the urge to scream in anger as you try to quietly jiggle the door, your hopes now being locked up tighter then the bondage harness on your body. You spin around and survey the room, revealing a large open hallway that seems to lead to a sitting room, 3 doors stand facing each other between you and the sitting room. To your right is a smaller room with a series of chairs and a table, more then likely a reception room, one path that leads into what looks like, at a glance, a kitchen. You decide to make your way towards the sitting room, as you can hear some sounds coming from the kitchen. As you go down the hallway you decide to risk the doors. Maybe they might lead to another way out?

The first door on the right you open to find a larger room then should be possible given the building itself. Within is a classroom, enough to fit a dozen students, and apparently class is in session as you can hear and partially see a sharply dressed woman in a latex pencil suit. She has her back turned to you as she instructs her students, a total count of 5. 4 of them cannot notice you as they are blindfolded and gagged, attempting to keep quiet as they writhe. They are chained to the chairs, their body language stuck between attempting to concentrate and to lose themselves to their predicament. The 5th one, herself locked over her desk, DOES look right in your direction, causing you to pale for a moment. She is gagged however and looks at you with pleading eyes as she moans into her panel gag. She can only squirm in a futile attempt to get your attention to help her escape.

"Silence girl! That is strike 3! I can see I have an entire class of troublemakers here and I need to punish you as well to teach this whole room that speaking out of turn and rambunctiousness will not be tolerated!"

You quickly hide as you hear the teacher walk towards the last girl, fearful she may follow the doomed girl's gaze. You do your best to slink away to the next door, hugging the wall in the hopes she won't look outside. You hear the telltale crack of leather and a loud yet muffled scream, causing you to sadly sigh in relief as she does not investigate. You shudder, either in fearful excitement of your scenario, or maybe due to the cool wooden wall on your bareback as well as the cold marble on your feet. Either way, you press on to the next door. This leads downward again, this time in a straight stairwell, the definite sounds of moaning and snap of punishment echoing upwards, a siren's song to the perverse and kinky. You hesitate as the urge to investigate seems to grow only bigger. Yet you know that is a very dangerous route to consider. You decide to press on towards the sitting room, skipping the other door for now.

The sitting room is a beautiful design, stately and majestic in nature, the walls are a beautiful dark brown with tapestries of various sexual acts, though you can barely make them out given the only sources of light is the Foyer's Chandelier and a fireplace. The furniture is gorgeous, mahogany couches with burgundy and Blackwood chairs in various spots. Some of them have latex seat cushions on them with an odd yet familiar design on them, yet all of the chairs and couches seem to have a black velvet back on them. It's only when you notice one of the cushions move slightly that you realize why they seem familiar, the cushions are the butts and thighs of women. You look around as your eyes adjust fully to the dim lighting, finally noticing the large ceiling above, what must be a half dozen women all suspended above, some through rope, others through straps or chains. All are quiet as they to not regard the world around them, only the occasional movement of quiet moan signifying their presence. At the center you see a chandelier of two women bound together, their tits pointing downwards as you see a variety of candles around them. At first you think they are covered in latex until you realize....it's wax. The candles aren't around them, their ON them. The two women are blindfolded, their only movements coming from them kissing each other in rapt attention. You find yourself quietly panting in lust, imagining yourself bound up there.

You blush and shake your head. 'I have to get out of here fast. This is starting to affect me.'

You whirl around, and notice another small entrance on the side, the lightning of the kitchen somewhat obscured, however you do make it out. The sound has subsided, however the telltale click of the Maid's heels do seem to be coming from the Foyer. A quick glance shows that indeed she is there, though she does not notice you in the muted light of the sitting room. You only have a few moments to decide what to do. Hide? Risk the Kitchen? Wait and see what she does? Attempt to sneak into one of the other rooms?