Down Below by Jean Roberta

  • Written by: Jean Roberta


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Dr. Athena Chalkdust, newest member of the English Department, falls under the spell of the suave butch, Dr. Dorothy Kipperwell, who runs the Department of English. “Kip” (as she asks her new underling to call her) learns that Athena is turned on by the bondage scene in a famous horror story, “The Cask of Amontillado” by Edgar Allen Poe. Athena can’t resist submitting to Kip in a basement that looks like an underground crypt. Luckily, Athena’s new Domme has no intention of leaving her there to die. 



Seconds and minutes ticked by as I heard muffled movements from another part of the basement.

After what I guessed was a twenty-minute absence, Kip came back to me. This time, she was wearing black leather pants, a black T-shirt and a black leather hood like a medieval executioner. And then I saw that she was holding a coiled bullwhip, a long and vicious leather snake. 

I felt my blood actually running cold. 

“Watch,” she told me.  She backed up, taking measured steps, then pulled the whip back over her head, and aimed it at the opposite wall. The whip cracked in the air before falling harmlessly to the floor. I was relieved that she hadn’t knocked over the flickering lamp, but I was afraid my relief might be short-lived.

“Please,” I babbled, “please, Ma’am, don’t hurt me with that thing. Or anything else you might have. I’ll tell you whatever you want to know, but most people don’t want the whole truth, you know?”

Kip smiled at me, and she looked beautifully at peace. “True enough, Athena, most people don’t. This time, I think we’ll just resolve the homosexual tension that appeals to you in Poe. Would you like that?”

My cunt felt like the inside of a volcano, if a volcano could want to be penetrated down to its lava-filled core. “Will you fuck me, Ma’am, please?” I begged.

“Gladly, my little slut. What would you like me to use?”

“Just your fingers this time, Ma’am. I want to feel you inside me.”

Kip dropped the whip and strolled up to me, as though studying an exhibit in a museum. Without warning, she reached up and pulled the clips off my nipples. “Oh!” I burst out, as the bells jingled a wild tune. 

This book was added to our catalog on Friday 26 May, 2017.

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