A Private Visit For BDSM Play In His Dungeon
He did not remove the blindfold until they were inside. She had no inkling of where they were, this city and this country were strange to her. Blinking she realised she was in a large room. Most of it was cast into shadow. Looking around she saw her lover checking the slip of paper in his hand and finding the controls. The lights rose, slowly at first and she saw something that was strangely familiar. Frowning she went closer and could not stop the gasp as she saw the distinctive spider symbol. A slither of delicious fear slid down her spine like an icy finger. He turned to look at her, smiling at her shocked but still eager expression. Kissing her softly as he came to her side.
“You said you would let me do as I pleased to you if we ever came here,” he said quietly, his smile growing wider as she nodded, biting her lower lip. Her eyes were wide and darker than usual.
“I remember,” she whispered.
“Was it an idle promise?” he asked, going very still as he waited for her reply.
She smiled then, laughing softly, her eyes filled with warmth.
“No darling, it was not an idle promise,” standing on her toes and kissing him. “You know I am yours,”
“Then take off your dress but leave your panties and bra on please,”
She smiled again and unbuttoned the pearl shell buttons and let the dress slip to the floor at her feet in a flutter of colour. Stepping out of it she bent to pick it up only to have him forestall her.
“You wont be needing that again tonight,” he said softly, taking it from her and putting it out of reach.
Standing there in the echoing empty space she shivered a little. Feeling her nipples puckering and tightening. The black lace of her bra against her pale skin was one of her favourite sights if she was truly honest with herself. From under her lashes she watched him as he moved around the room, finding and selecting items. She loved watching him, watching how he became enthralled and fascinated by everything they did together. In her minds eye she could see this like she had seen other things happen in this place. Imagining the camera coming in for a close up as she waited, how her eyes would be flickering and looking around warily, wondering what was going to happen to her.
He came back to her side with a collar, a heavy collar and buckled it around her throat. She closed her eyes at the rush of excitement that ran through her, feeling his finger trace her jaw line in a caress that had her shuddering delicately with exhilaration. Their eyes met and he bent and kissed her so slowly she thought her entire body would dissolve. Drawing back a little he smiled and taking her by the hand led her to the chair in the centre of the room. He smiled with pride as she settled herself willingly into it, placing her feet in the stirrups without hesitation and looking up at him. He clipped the collar to the chair back, closely so that there was not much leeway for her to move.
The heavy straps he used felt unyielding and effective, he tightened them watching her reactions closely. Across her body at intervals. Dark bands of leather entrapping her, pinning her like an exhibit. The embrace they held her in was definite. Licking her dry lips she felt the way her breath dried them again as he picked up the knife from the table he had brought to stand beside the chair.
She felt the cool thin back of the blade against her skin and quivered, watching the way his mouth curled into a barely perceived smile. The sharp blade sliced through the fabric of her panties. He cut two neat circles from the fabric of her bra with surgical scissors to reveal her nipples. The bra was one of her favourites but she was beyond caring about that, wanting to see how far this was going. His smile growing wider as he saw how firm and pink her nipples were, taking each between his thumbs and forefingers and squeezing. Tighter and tighter until she made a sound in her throat, a purring sound that rose to a squeak as she felt the hot stinging rush. She panted as he released her nipples and he kissed her again, sucking on her tongue until she moaned in helpless abandon, feeling the wild sensation of her body being pulled inside out through her tongue.
His mouth traced over her breasts, taking each nipple in turn into his mouth and feasting on them hungrily. Raising his head to smile at her. He kissed her slowly on the mouth again, reducing her again to simple sensation. She smiled as she saw the gag, resigned to being silenced but also anticipating the chance to give voice to her emotions behind the gag. And knowing how much he liked gags was an added impetus for her.
He strapped it on and watching her closely as he pumped it a few times. Seeing her eyes fill with her emotion he smiled. Reaching down and stroking her face he said very softly.
“Tonight is by MY rules sweets, absolutely anything I say, goes,”
She looked directly up into his dark eyes and nodded slowly, he could not help but realise her anxiety.
Bending and kissing her forehead gently in reassurance he stepped back and picked up something from the table he had dragged beside him. Her eyes went to the contents of the table and she gave a moan as she saw the variety of implements he had gathered. Flicking her gaze up at him to find him watching her intently as he leaned over her. Her eyes drank in his intense gaze. And she drew in a deep shaking breath. Still watching him she felt the cool liquid sensation of him rubbing some lubricant on her nipples. She glanced at her nipples and then up at him with a slight frown pleating her brow. His wide beautiful mouth quirked a little and she felt her insides melting. The smooth cool object cupping her right nipple made her glance down at it quickly, a glass tube. For a second her heart stopped then her eyes flew back to his face. Now he was frowning as he concentrated and she felt the rush of affection for him all over again.
Her eyes sought his as he pumped the vacuum bulb on the tube. The first tightening had her moving a little, feeling her skin stretching, tightening. She sucked in her breath around the pump gag in a wheezing moan as he pumped it a second time, her eyes flickering down to see her nipples. The third had her moaning as she felt the deep drawing sensation, looking down to see her nipple and areola sucked into a shape reminiscent of an udder. Her eyes went back to his face, seeking his approval. Murmuring softly to her as he placed the other tube over her left nipple. Pumping with slow deliberate movements while watching her face all the time, gauging her reactions.
Panting gasps around the plug in her mouth, gasps that swayed the glass tubes as her breasts moved. He stepped back and watched her, smiling that tiny smile of satisfaction that she loved so much. The tight suction on her nipples seemed to have robbed her of breath, he came back to her side and stroked his hand across her belly slowly downwards. Chuckling a little as she tried to lift her hips as he paused with his fingers just resting on the smooth pad of her mound. Her yearning whimper made his wide beautiful smile appear and he shook his head and murmured “Monster,”
Her answering whimper was pleading, thwarted and he briefly cupped her mound reassuringly and squeezed. Her moan of pleasure was softer, sweeter than the harsher moans as she had grown used to hearing around the gag. The tubes that seemed to be siphoning her very nipples.
He picked up the lubricant and squeezed some onto his fingers and moved to stand between her thighs smiling down at her, she felt her gaping pussy twitch. Watching his face as she felt his finger at her asshole. Probing gently at first, just entering and retreating, soft nasal moans as she felt herself being opened. Her body twisted a little, muscles moving and flexing of their own accord. The straps seemed to grow tighter across her body. Then she felt the hardness of something else against her soft, relaxed flesh her whimper rose higher as it slid into her, the generous application of lubricant smoothing the way. His fingers clicked her clit lightly and she felt the flooding warmth that pacified her a little. Then the plug reached it’s widest point and she dragged in a breath, telling herself to relax, to let it happen. Then she felt it slip through the ring of muscle and gave a deep, sobbing moan of relief.
He pressed his face to hers murmuring comfortingly, she quietened a little as she felt his fingers parting the soft gathers of her pussy. Her eyes went to his this time. Blinking back the tears that blurred her vision, wanting to see his face clearly. Each sighing moan caused by his fingers, stroking and coaxing her pussy. Her cheeks flushed with colour as she heard the liquid sounds her body was making.
A little embarrassed she tried to hold herself open by gripping her internal muscles but his provoking touch kept distracting her and she had no choice but to surrender to the pleasure sweeping her body in rippling waves of sensation. Her eyes half closed she watched him through her lashes, hearing her breathing harsh in her own ears. He reached for something on the table, keeping one had still probing and massaging her pussy. She felt the sensation of something rigid and unforgiving entering her. It was large enough to have her roll her hips in the bonds, throwing her head back so that the collar around her throat gripped tight. Her moan increased as she felt the item inch into her slowly. Compressing the narrow wall of flesh against the plug in her ass. She felt a deep tremor grip her body starting from her pussy, a slow shimmering that washed through her all the way to her extremities.
Her nipples sparked to throbbing life, overriding the other sensations. She watched as he picked up some fine rope and tied it across the bases of the implements in her. She would not be able to dislodge them. Then he picked up a small black plastic box, there were several wires running off it. Her eyes fastened on it and then up to his face in shock. He was smiling at her, then bent to attach the wires to the plugs in her body.
“The voltage is low enough to be safe sweets but high enough to make itself felt,” he murmured as he straightened up “I can adjust it, so that you only get little pulses,” he flicked the switch on and off rapidly and she felt a tingle from the plug in her pussy, not unpleasant at all. She gave a sighing moan and he flicked the switch again, leaving it on for about thirty seconds. Her hips rolled in the straps and she gave a distinct moan of pleasure causing him to laugh a little.
“You like that sweetheart?”
She nodded, her eyes soft and adoring, watching him. Always watching him. He flicked the switch off and then flicked the other switch on the machine, a similar tingle seemed to shoot up her spine and she groaned softly. Now her entire body responded again. Her nipples flashing with small spouts of pure heat.
Unconsciously she thrashed against the straps, her skin gleaming between the dark rich leather pinning her. He flicked off the switch and put the controls down and walked to her side, releasing the air in the pump gag and undoing it. Panting she saw the thin silvery string of saliva stretch from her mouth to the gag, it broke and she looked up at him, hoping.
His kiss was wonderful, exploring her mouth gently then more and more demandingly. She moaned against his mouth as he touched the twin tubes imprisoning her nipples. He lifted his head and brushed her hair back from her face as she tried to recover her breath. His smile robbed her of coherent thought, drowning herself in him, watching him with yearning. She did not even realise how she lifted herself as he drew back in an attempt to make the contact last longer. But he saw it and smiled even wider. She was so willing.
Speaking quietly and calmly he said “I want to hear you scream love, to hear you screaming into the gag helplessly. I know you love the pump gag darling but it muffles you too much, we’ll use this instead.”
He held up the ball gag and she nodded, biting back her smile. Opening her mouth willingly as he slipped it between her teeth and fastened it firmly. Stepping back to survey his handiwork he smiled and continued.
“We are going to find new limits for you darling,”
Her whimper was part fear, part exhilaration at the prospect of testing the limits again. The rushes were already beginning from the increasing seething glow of her nipples. The ball gag prevented her from swallowing the saliva gathering in her mouth. She felt it begin to seep at the corners of her mouth like the tears she knew would soon seep from the corners of her eyes.
He flicked the switch to the plug in her pussy, the pulsing vibration passed through her as muscles convulsed to the stimulus of the current. Her indrawn breath around the gag rose as the muscles danced and skipped wildly. Then he switched it off and she went limp in the bonds panting harshly. But her eyes were bright and spirited. He let her get her breath back and then flicked the alternate switch. This time her hips bucked, shaking wildly. She collapsed back against the chair. Her breath rasping her throat a little. The glass tubes on her nipples swayed back and forth like a pair of weird antennae. The heat shooting from them was starting to grow into an almost continual stream of combustion.
He came to her side and looked down at her, kissing her and stroking the skin between her breasts. Even that little pressure seemed to add another line of flames to her taxed senses. She moaned and her eyes fluttered, rolling her head a little. Trying to move. Asking herself if she was trying to alleviate or exaggerate the sensations she was feeling?
He alternated the plugs several times lengthening the time on each occasion. Giving her time to recover between each round, seeing how she was realising how much her system could take and how she was intrigued to continue just that little more each time. He removed the gag for a moment to kiss her and even before she had really recovered from the kiss he stuffed it back into her mouth. Leaning closer to growl softly, the shiver passing through her at his words was exquisite and she whimpered. “Let’s try them both together slave,”
Her heart began to race even before the charge was applied. Keeping her body limp and unresisting, knowledge of the authority of the plugs used alternately made her mind spin as she tried to think of the combining of them. Then she felt the way her muscles went into spasm a split second before her nerve endings registered the jolt. Needles of white heat raced along her spine while her womb contracted.
A mental image of a blanket being flipped went through her mind as her insides seemed to roll like a giant ocean swell. Her nipples felt like they were shooting sparks from them like fireworks in a continual gush of heat. Then it died away and she heard the echoes of her squealing moans fading as she lay limply in the bonds. Slightly dazed she heard him speak to her and looked at him, her vision cleared and she gave him a look of shocked admiration. His smile. She caught her breath, feeling her throat thicken. Mewling like a hungry kitten as he caressed her face with one hand and his other on her mound just pressing so gently and soothingly until she calmed a little.
He could see the way her body was limp in the bonds. Completely unresisting, not relaxed but enervated. He wondered about the sensations her body was giving her now in this respite, watching her carefully. Her nipples were much darker but the skin behind them was pale where the tube rested. Her eyelids fluttered closed for a few seconds as her panting slowed. He moved closer, wanting to see the expression in her eyes when she opened them again. Tears glimmered but behind them he saw the smouldering quality of her gaze. He had seen this in her before, this deep reserve of strength she had that drove him wild. Just when he would think she had reached her utter limit he would be almost shocked by her capacity, it was a quality about her he cherished. He loved watching her reactions, sensing how she gave him everything of herself she was able to give. He bent down and kissed her, stroking her face softly.
“Okay?”
She nodded slightly. Her fingers curling around his when he grasped her hand briefly in reassurance. Resuming his position he showed her the controls, how he could adjust the levels and heard her panicked whimper as he turned the level to it’s highest point. He paused, looking at her carefully. Smiling as she gave a blink.
“I love you,” he mouthed as he flicked the first switch. She jolted in the restraints, he could see how her body went rigid and shuddered at the same time. Her muffled scream rose higher and higher. Just in the split second he heard her despairing sob he flicked the switch off. She sank back into the straps, sobbing softly, eyes closed. He counted fully five seconds before she opened them again, her dazed expression clearing as she met his gaze. Her breathing was sobs now, slowing a little as she came back down from shock.
He kept his hands low, below her line of sight, he looked and them trembling a little as they held the control box. He wanted this so much but wondered if he could really put her through it. Her trust in him was total he knew that and the responsibility was one he took very seriously but now he knew he was closer to crossing the line than ever before. The prospect was enticing, more than enticing if he was completely honest with himself. But the question was, would she forgive him if he did overstep the mark? Taking a deep breath to steady himself he looked down at her again.
She could see the flitting expressions across his face, knew his mind was whirling and racing. She could also see his ardent look as he surveyed her exposed form. She wanted to tell him to go on, do what he wished. She knew he would never make her stand something that was too much for her for very long and for some perverse reason she had no desire to finish this before he was ready. If he desired she suffered a little she would gladly suffer to see her ultimate prize, his pleasure. That was an ache in her that was growing with his pleasure. Her belly was still pulsing with her heartbeat after that last shot with the plug in her pussy. Putting all of her thoughts into her eyes she tried to convey to him to do it, to do what he wanted, to make her scream and moan. As helplessly as all of the other women who had been brought to this place and made the target of the perverse and incredibly erotic things he had shown her from this place. For months she had indulged in fantasies of changing places with one of them and having to endure the treatment that was meted out here. Now it was happening and it was with the man she trusted above all others. But even with her deep trust of him she always had that splinter of fear, a primal fear of the submissive female that he would exert his supremacy over her in no uncertain terms and turn it into a lasting lesson.
She waited, her senses sharpened by the adrenalin in her system. Her skin seemed to have taken on it’s own life. Flickering and shivering, her heart beat threatened to deafen her. Then the current snapped along her spine and she yelled into the gag rising until her lungs were empty of air. Then just as quickly she felt how the current released her to fall like a rag doll in the bonds. Her sobs were harsh and rapid. The rush of relief was intense but also allowed her to feel how her nipples burned and pulsated. The drawing sensation was growing to new heights. Flexing and moving her shoulders in a vain attempt to ease it. Unable to breathe in more than shivering pants. Her eyes had that almost sad look as she looked at him. Entreating him, but for what? To go on or to halt? She did not know.
All she knew was the present second and the sensation. And his eyes watching her. Nothing mattered beyond this.
She watched his face, saw his eyes skimming over her, his smile and braced herself. Time stretched and she watched his eyes flicker downwards to the box in his hand and knew. Keeping her eyes on him, her source of strength, her centre. He blinked as he flicked the switches. Her body was thrown against the straps by the force of the current jolting through her body. She screamed without conscious thought as his dark eyes seemed to drill into her. Throwing her head from side to side, feeling the straps biting into her skin. The heat was overwhelming and she felt herself spinning wildly out of control completely, utterly lost. Her scream died into sobs and still the current passed through her. He seemed frozen, his lips parted a little just watching her. But then she saw the tears gather in his eyes. He looked down and then back at her. Her sobbing moan of relief as she felt the way her body toppled back against the chair seemed to make him shiver. Panting and frightened now, frightened of her own need for this she lay there powerlessly. Her body felt weak and sapped of energy. After shocks from her flesh moving her internal muscles still, flutterings and shivers passed through her.
He removed the gag and kissed her, at first she was passive then the touch of his lips against hers evoked a response. Softly and slowly reviving her. Her whimpers dying away slowly. He could see she was physically exhausted, the sweat had darkened her hair around her face and streamed between her breasts and on her belly. Remorse hit him, what had he done? He began to untie the cord holding the plugs in her and eased the one from her pussy. Looking at it, thickly coated with the evidence of her physical arousal. He stopped, lifting it to show her and saw the flags of colour return to her cheeks. A soft breathy laugh had him sighing silently in relief. She was okay. In fact she was better than okay he realised as he saw the way she looked at him.
“What do you want?” he asked feeling his heart stop knowing her answer before she gave it.
“You,” she answered almost silently. “I want you in me,”
He saw how even strapped down as she was she rolled her hips invitingly.
“Tell me?” he said quietly.
“Oh please,” she begged, her face crumpling into a sob. “Fuck me babe? Fuck me like this,”
He needed no second invitation, watching her watching him. Her eyes seeming to burn into his skin as he eased himself into her. Her soft breathy sighs as her hot yielding flesh parted and closed around him echoed in his brain. Moving carefully to judge the depths, her soft grunt as he met the spongy resistance of her womb stilled him for a second. The chair was at the perfect height and he smiled slowly as he eased his hips back, withdrawing, watching as her eyes lit up as he drove into her again. Her gasp and the way her muscles gripped him spun his mind. Slowly he did it again, enjoying the feel of her around his cock, the way his cock rubbed against the unyielding object still in her ass. The heat and spongy wetness of her pussy.
She watched his face, his eyes growing slowly darker and darker. The fine sheen of sweat on his face and his mouth moving as he began to fuck her harder, faster. She relished the way she was prevented from movement, how she was completely at his disposal like some inanimate object almost. Her thigh muscles tightened as she felt the blooming heat suffusing her. Her toes and fingers curling as she sucked in a deep breath to hold the pleasure just that little longer as her orgasm took her away. Her hips trembling, her ribs rising and falling as she panted. Her nipples!
Throbbing and pulsating while he kept fucking her with deliberation, watching her, looking at his cock sliding in and out of her so easily. After a few moments he rested his hands against the tubes over her nipples, looking at her. Biting her lip she moaned throatily. The sudden relief of the suction on her nipples had her bucking in the tight bonds her head rolled from side to side and her cry of “Aargh, No-oooo,” then her whimpers as the rush of fire was tempered by the soothing silvery rush that followed. Panting powerlessly, vanquished, liberated, annihilated and free. She could do little more than watch him now.
His throat muscles moving, his breathing growing harsher his thrusts slowing but driving into her deeper than before. She could hear moans then realised every time he thrust it was her moaning! The plea in those moans! Then she saw his face, that expression, heard his gasp, the next one and then his capitulation to his senses. In that moment, at his most vulnerable she loved him so much. Resting against her. Still in her he smiled at her and she felt the way her heart seemed to contract. Loving him hurt sometimes but it was a bittersweet pain she would never regret.
He released her from the straps but she barely had strength left to move, helping her upright and holding her close to his body. He heard her sigh softly as his arms closed around her and could not help the feeling of elated possession. She was his in the most basic of ways but he knew it was because she wanted it that way too. He found a blanket and wrapped it around them both holding her close just listening to each other’s breathing and feeling the total sense of fulfilment in them both. He helped her dress, both of them giggling over her ruined underwear. Naked and incredibly alive under her thin dress she waited with her shoes still hooked on her fingers while he went and turned off the lights. Outside she was startled to find the first streaks of dawn in the eastern sky. Wrapping his arm around her and curving her against his side as they crossed the space between the building and the car he asked softly.
“Would you like to come back here again?”
Her breathless reply was unhesitating and he closed his eyes for a moment at the rush it gave him.
“Yes,”
He unlocked the door for her and walked around to the drivers’ side with his mind racing. Climbing in he put the key in the ignition and asked with a studied casualness.
“If we came back, what would you like to try?”
She was silent for a moment, he looked at her and saw the way the smile was playing at the corners of her mouth.
“I would like rules like tonight, your choice, your limits for me. I’d love to try that machine they used on Mila or just about anything they do to Tyler Scott.” She mused, pausing before continuing with a rush that brought patches of pink to her cheeks.
“All of it except needles darling,’
He smiled to himself. She did not know that he had arranged for them to be able to come here again. He would keep that surprise for later………………..
