Thread: Life Lessons (Father Figure xThatsMyFetish)

Sarah was very proud of herself, to have gotten down the basement stairs with the heavy box without falling down them. Her thick woolen socks helped with that, no doubt, allowing her to feel for each step as she cautiously descended into darkness, with only her phone's light to lead the way. Had she not already known that Max had settled himself on the couch, she might have fallen the last couple steps anyway to see the dog's eyes pick up the shine of the cell, but Sarah was clearly made of sterner stuff. The girl placed the box down upon her Father's workbench, and heaved a quiet sigh as she heard him walking about upstairs. The girl turned her eyes back to the dog and thought to bring down one of his dog beds spoiled as he was, Max was still Sarah's baby. She had bought him two large pillows out of her own pocket money, and he still preferred sleeping in her room... and then sneaking into her bed. It was probably best to avoid that tonight, and she was intent on padding back up the stairs to go find one of the beds... only her light reflected off those doors to her Father's closet, and she realized that they were indeed open. It was no more than half an inch... less, if one truly measured, but the flash of darkness was enough to catch the girl's attention. It yawned up in front of Sarah, a black beacon that beckoned her forward. All of her life, she had been warned to stay out of that one room in the house... She had her run of every part of it when she cleaned, and she respected her Father enough to leave his things alone when she tidied his room and his study. But never in her life had Sarah been allowed to even peek inside the closet and see what lay behind those doors. And when she asked, her Father would only tell her in his firm, no-more-discussion-voice to drop the subject completely. It had always been a source of curiosity to the girl however... but the doors had never been opened like they were now, nor had they ever tempted her in with such sibilant innocence. He must have been careless, in a hurry... but her Father was never careless... Perhaps he had closed it, but somehow the track was crooked, and the pocket door had rolled open again... Perhaps... perhaps he had left it open purposely... Perhaps her Father was testing her. Sarah bit into her lower lip and she hesitated before the door. She had been taking silent steps forward as she ran over the possibilities in her mind, and now she stood before the door itself. Her Father was taking his time upstairs, and a quick peek wouldn't hurt anything.... All that remained was to pull the door open wide enough to look in. When would she ever get such a chance again? Biting at her lower lip again, Sarah glanced over her shoulder, and dared to move forward. Her fingers hooked upon the lip of the door, and she shone her light to the floor as she stepped inside. Turning, Sarah left the door open just wide enough to slip her form through, knowing that she would hear her Father's heavy footsteps coming down the stairs long before he actually arrived. He would never know. Biting harder at her lower lip, Sarah turned her eyes about, and adjusted the brightness on her phone's light to cast a whiter glow. Light reflected off metal and leather, and blinking, the girl frowned as she slowly walked further into the room... chains... whips... leather cuffs... gags.... Wide blue eyes became wider as Sarah cast her gaze around, and her breath stilled in her throat as she approached a wall and trailed her fingers up towards a set of manacles. No way.. Holy hell, Dad...