Preparing for Friday

Thea spent the next day doing preparations of the block, The store front and apartment building did she not start working on, but the joint basement was her first project. She had 6 people with her in the basement, two foremen for constructions, two interior decorators and two bdsm/dungeon designers. It was the team that would make sure the job was done.

The 3 living units where one room sleep pods, so Thea hired contractors to make the room live able again, so she could decorate them as she needed, but the contractors did not know about her plans. They only scrubbed and polished the concrete floor and walls, improving the vents and making it safe and live able after today standards. Still a rough cold basement, but up to code. The storage unit was retrofitted the same way, possible to use but she let it stay empty since she did not have plans for it yet. The bomb shelter part of the basement was huge, it was like the other two rooms, made of concrete and had seen better days. In this room, Thea had plans, she had the guys finish this room as well, but inn addition they added two large bathrooms with showers, and a third wet room that was wall to wall tiles but nothing else. It was the same as the two 0ther bathrooms, but without showers and toilets, just retrofitted with water outlets. The 3 access points to the basement she kept was from the Bar, her Office, and an inside stairwell in the garage, the guys would be done in a month. The basement covered most of the block, so it was a huge space in total. And the potential of a basement like this, with no uncontrolled access and something she could form as she wanted. She also found it exhilarating that this basement wasn’t on any documents, drawings, or official records. This basement did not exist, according to the government. That was the reason why the contractors got an important role, all 3 access points should be completely hidden with secret doors.

The plan the contractors got were ambitious. She also had hired both a bdsm planner and an interior decorator to complete the rebuild. Her budget for the renovations was without a limit, she wanted it fast and completed, not caring about the cost.

The 3 living units would be places for her to live when staying with the club, the first room would be a cell. In addition to the normal cell furniture, it was a special room beneath the cell for additional harsh treatment

The other was a punishment room, with a split in four parts, one floor cage like a shallow well, a standing cage with only room to stand in, a small cage that she could lay in and the last part of that room was a part not renovated with a bucket and a bench, a cruel cell.

The last sleep unit was normal room, just a little kinkier and colder. It was a carpet on the floor, panel on the walls and a huge bed. In addition, it was a couple of wardrobes for clothes and a couple of dresses for equipment.

The storage room was remodeled but undecorated, and the bathrooms were standardized with two huge showers and a huge bathtub in one of the rooms. The wet room was undecorated but remodeled.

The main room, no longer a bomb room, it was a huge dungeon now, with every kind of toy, furniture and device ever created for bdsm games and some historic pieces perfect for it as well, when the renovations were complete it was a gigantic world of fetish and perversion. Perfect for Thea to truly push her desire and kinks as far as possible. Or it would be when it was completed.

Plans were laid and every part of the renovation team had their order, now she only had to wait a month until the basement would be open for use, until then it completely of limits for everyone except the people working on it. Thea left the group in the basement and went back home.

“Hi girls, I did it, I signed the contract yesterday, hope you girls are okay with it”, Thea asked her daughters, she had driven to their apartment.

_“Of course, as we told you earlier, you can do what you need, we wont judge you, and Thailand, it changed things, and we just have to adjust and make the best of it now. And I think we does that, Me and Danika are doing well in school. Dad and Anna are okay, while you still are our mother, but more a fun friend truthfully.” _Amber said reassuring her mother.

“Agreed, and we all knew it, it would be impossible for you just to turn of that part of your brain after all this time living with only lust on your mind. If this is what you want, we will not object, we will support you. Just not involve us in other ways than as normal a normal family.” Danika smiled and drew a line, not being involved again.

“Of course, I would never. This is real life, and I want the best for you, I do not want this for you. This is me, and I will bear it but don’t want you guys to feel bad about it. I am doing it of my own will, I truly want this for me.” Thea said smiling and hugging her daughters.

“By the way, I told you that you could keep my range rover, I don’t need it anymore. But can you drop me of by the motorcycle dealer.” Thea tossed her keys to her girls.

“Of course, we are thrilled to see your bike.”

The girls were standing outside the dealer, they mother was getting dressed in her driving suit, then they saw her bike being pushed out, a pink street fighter, it was sick. Their mother walked out behind it, she was wild, it felt like her kink circle were complete, this was her, and this was real, no turning back. She didn’t even manage to pull up her suit.

“Nice mother, looking good.” Danika laughed hard.

“I know.” Thea said proudly laced with humiliation and shame, she had gone to far when she ordered the suit.

_“Classic mom.” _Amber smiled.

What they didn’t know was the huge buttplug she had slipped in while changing was bottoming her out when she slid over the bike and took her seat. She had a little yelp but not sure if the girls picked up on it.

“Thanks girls, see you soon.” Were her last words before pulling the helmet down over her head.

That night she gave her husband a hell of a ride, they fucked for hours, it was the last time as his traditional wife. Cause when she woke up the next day, she went for a beauty treatment all morning before getting on her bike and started to drive towards her future. Five minutes before 4 she pulled into the lot behind the club bar. And she swallowed her fear and walked through the doors for her first weekend in real life slavery.