Shameless (The Therapist #2)

Black House.”

Chapter Seven
~ Malcolm ~
I’m not afraid to admit who I am. I’m not normal. What is normal anyway? It’s a subjective adjective that changes depending on the person using it. Normal for some people is vanilla sex—nothing but missionary and no oral or anal ever. Some people—lots of people, actually—have sex all the time and never orgasm. When I say people, I mean women. To far too many of them, that's normal. That shit will never be normal to me.
For me, normal is kinkery. With me, normal involves lots of spanking and multiple orgasms. It includes a plethora of toys designed to bring a woman to orgasm in a myriad of ways. Normal is pleasure masked as pain. Normal is bondage. Normal for me would scare the hell out of most people, and I like it that way. I don't want to be your version of normal, because I fucking love my version, and the Malcolm Colson edition of normal is showcased in the newest edition to my home. The Black House.
After Ava and I had been dating for about a month, I realized that the toys in my room just weren't enough. Don't get me wrong, I loved having Ava on her knees in front of my bed while I opened up the four drawers of pleasure beneath the bed frame. Nothing made me more excited than seeing the drawer full of floggers, or the one full of dildos, or the one full of vibrators. Those were my weapons of choice and I knew how to wield them. However, once Ava and I became a real thing, I knew it was time for an upgrade. Not only because Ava would appreciate it, but because I had grown as well. My desire to take control had grown from a seed to a beanstalk, and it was time to climb to the top.
The basement of my house was mostly empty before. I didn't have much of a need for it except to store some boxes here and there. Anything I couldn't find a specific space for upstairs found its way into the basement, where it collected dust until I remembered it was there and threw it out. Until I had an epiphany.
One morning, while browsing kink sites and looking for new toys to order, I realized I shouldn't stop with a new flogger with thick black braids. I decided I’d buy all new toys, but as I filled my kinky shopping cart with all-black whips and paddles, I realized I could buy an entire warehouse full of toys and put them all in my basement. I had a vision that hit me like a lucid wet dream, and before I knew it, I’d bought enough toys to turn my entire basement into a dark and twisted fantasy of pain and pleasure. I bought toys I’d never used before to go along with my all-time favorites, and even made a trip to Home Depot to purchase a new black door to the basement, and have black carpet installed. When it was all finished, I decided to call my new creation of fetish and desire the Black House. It fit perfectly, and I’ve never been more in love with a single room.
As I descend the stairs that I had painted black, I let my eyes take in the room as it comes into view. At the bottom, I step onto the soft black carpet and take it all in with a smile pulling at the corner of my mouth.
In the middle of the room is a black table topped with black, soft leather that matches the couch in the left corner of the space. The table has silver U hooks bolted to the long sides of it, which are designed specifically for rope or handcuffs to be fastened to them. The sight of the table alone makes me smile.
On the wall to the left is a black chest of drawers made of mahogany. I don't go over to it because I won't be using the toys in it tonight, but I know it’s full of floggers of all sizes and thicknesses.
To the right of that is another chest of drawers that looks just like it, and it’s filled with every dildo I could think of when I was searching online.
At the far end of the basement is a king size bed covered in black sheets with a black frame. The frame has four pillars reaching for the ceiling, and every pillar already has a black rope dangling down to the floor, waiting to be wrapped around my submissive’s wrists and ankles.
Next to the wall on the right is a black sex swing, a black Sybian vibrator, and a new version of The Tremor floor vibrator, which I’ve only used once to amazing results. Next to that is a display of spreader bars in a glass case with a black frame, and a shelf of handcuffs.
The space is incredible, and everything in the basement is capped off by the giant toy to my immediate right. Just over my right shoulder, I see the outline of a black Saint Andrew’s Cross that’s taller than my six-foot frame. The cross resembles a massive X, and at each end of the arms are black cuffs. Out of everything I purchased for the Black House, this is my absolute favorite.
Just looking at it all makes my heart race. Everything in me desires to use the toys in this room, and there isn't a better submissive for this lustful heaven than Ava.
When I look over my shoulder at Saint Andrew’s Cross and find Ava kneeling in front of it, my cock grows from aroused to rock hard. She’s completely naked with her hair tied into a tight ponytail that hangs behind her back. Her succulent curves command my attention as she waits for me with her head down but her confidence higher than ever.
“Are you ready, Ava?” I ask as I step towards her and begin to