Find something.

You lean back on the wall to watch him search, your hand absently resting on the marble cock of a nearby statue - Rodan’s the lovers. Surprisingly the life size cock twists in your small hand and, with a startled shriek, you fall back into the dark unknown as a secret door pivots open!

The wall panel spins shut again, mounted on some ingenious hinge, and you are sent tumbling down through the darkness in your unfamiliar female flesh. Your large soft breasts jiggle and bounce, your cute pert petted ass wiggles and your unmanning fear niggles. You gasp as you summersault, ass bumping into the slide as you roll clumsily, your fulsome breasts smearing pleasantly, the world spinning in kaleidoscopic confusion.

This unexpected hidden exit leads down a curvingly parabolic metal slide, unceremoniously dumping you in your high heels, dishevelled baby doll, twisted bustierre, unhitched nylons and askew garter. Your fabulously frilly panties are pressed tight over your sensual mound of pubic hair, cushioning your moist labia. It felt like your clit was leaking.

As you stand in your heals adjust your scant clothing you realise you have been deposited into a subterranean passage that leads off into darkness, an unassailable slide at your back. The corridor is musty and dry and cold.

You shiver and pull your skimpy negligee closer about your curvy flesh, conscious that your nipples are hardening, taut and outlined in their definition through the bustierre and baby doll. Your nips are overtly sensitive to temperature it seems. The moistness in your aroused loins and upon your sweaty skin tingled in goosebumps of delectably delightfully delishesly delicious devilish deviltry. The repititous slow beat of your drumming heart and the little girlish gasps of surprise fill your ears. And the thin coating of love fluids on your inner thighs evaporates like a sadistic erogenous slap.

You step further into the darkness of the corridor, feeling your way tentatively, moving down and around a corner. You must be in the basement. But what was in the basement? And why was this secret corridor so well used? Dusted as though by a maid.