The open house

Haley arrived bright and early to the address she had been given, wanting to make a good impression on her new boss. She was so early, in fact, that she beat her new boss to the location. She felt a little stupid as she sat there in her car and waited. She wore a knee length dark green dress, that, aside from how it hugged her figure, was quite modest and didn't show a lot of skin, which she figured would be perfect for the occasion.

As she waited, she found herself daydreaming, her mind wandering aimlessly towards yesterday's events. She was back in the office, watching Mr. Brett fucking. However, she found herself imagining that she was the one stripped, collared, and railed from behind. She wondered what it would be like to have her body an object at the whims of another. The thought was turning her on.

She had a hand around her neck as a knock on her car window brought her back to reality. It was a grinning Mr. Brett, holding a tray of coffees. Haley quickly got out of the car, trying to supress the colour from her cheeks in an effort to conceal what she had been thinking about.

"Bright eyed and bushy-tailed Matthews, I love it." Brett said with a smile as he handed her a coffee. "I wasn't sure what you took in your coffee, so there's cream and sugar on the tray. Help yourself." Haley did, and they walked up to the house. "I'm not sure what we're dealing with today. One of my associates is selling this house but he had to be away this week. I'm just filling in." He turned the key in the lock. "We'll take a look around, stage as we go, and hopefully be ready to open the doors at noon."

And so that is what they did. The house was in good shape, so it wasn't a herculean effort, but, starting from the upper floor, Mr. Brett asked Haley to place furniture or decorations in certain places or at certain angles and Haley did as was asked. They continued this process through the entire house.

An hour or so later, they reached the basement. As they were preparing this section of the house, they came across an iron door.

"Well that's interesting," Mr. Brett said to noone in particular. "Jeff never mentioned a secret room. Hopefully he gave me a key". He tried a few of his keys until finally finding one that worked, turned the lock, and opened the door.

At first, Haley and Mr. Brett were unsure of what they were looking at, but the wide array of collars, cuffs, and sex toys quickly clued them in.

They had stumbled on a sex dungeon.