A Visit to the Dungeon

The banter in the car had died down between the two friends as they drove to their secret destination, a new place for Ali, who had only very recently entrusted her friend Marissa with her secret.  Keeping the silence at bay were the old seventies love songs playing on the radio, a favorite of Marissa's, who now quietly hummed along with the music as she turned down the long, non-descript road.  She glanced to her passenger, who seemed adrift in her own thoughts.

"You're going to love this place!" said Marissa excitedly, as she reached over and lightly rubbed and patted Ali's knee.  "I am so happy that you finally trust me enough to tell me about this fantasy of yours - it just goes to show you that we're not so different, you and I."  Ali smiled at Marissa's last observation.  They were quite alike, indeed, especially when it came to their sexual deviances.  The difference of course, was that Marissa had fully embraced her fetish and acted upon it with some regularity.  Ali, on the other hand, was still more a casual observer and not quite ready to commit herself to anything.  Until today.

"Were youscared your first time?" Ali asked, gazing out the window, focused now on the solitary structure now coming into view on the horizon.

"I think I was more excited than scared, myself, but to each his own, right?"  Marissa playfully elbowed her friend and winked. "Don't worry, this guy is totally legit.  If he wasn't, I certainly wouldn't keep coming back, now would I?"

"I suppose," Ali agreed, "but that's never stopped you from making bad decisions before, has it?"  She smiled and winked back at her friend.

"Touche!"

The car pulled in front of the old farmhouse and Marissa killed the engine as dust swirled about the outside of the car. On the outside, the structure was entirely unremarkable, appearing very much like any other farmhouse one might happen upon in the countryside.  The inside, Marissa knew, was something entirely different.  Turning to her friend, she smiled and asked with a hint of giddiness if she was ready for the experience of a lifetime.  Ali smiled nervously and nodded.

As they entered the home, the first thing which Ali noticed was the condition of the interior.  While the outside of the house was faded and the wood trim worn, the inside appeared to have been remodeled greatly.  It was somewhat dark, but quite clean and very well kept.  The second thing she noticed were the furnishings and decorations, or rather, the lack of them.  Past the foyer was a room with two large, overstuffed chairs and a solitary chandelier hanging from the ceiling between them.  Marissa motioned for Ali to sit, then sat in the chair next to her.

"Not much of a decorator, this friend of yours?" Ali nervously said to Marissa in hushed tones in an otherwise very silent room.

"I have no use for such clutter.  I've always believed the minimalist lifestyle to be best."  The voice was deep, rich, and completely caught Ali off guard.  "I'm Mr. Smith, but you, my dear, may call me Sir." said Mr. Smith, as he took Ali's hand and kissed it.  Releasing her hand, he turned his attention to Marissa, who still had not said a single word since they had entered the home.  Leaning in close, he whispered something in her ear and she blushed.  Marissa immediately rose from her chair, gave Ali a sideways glance and slight smile, then exited the home.  Ali's first reaction was to jump up and follow her friend, but as she gripped the arms of the chair to lift herself up, she saw the stern look on Mr. Smith's otherwise expressionless face. "Don't worry, she'll be back to collect you when we're finished here."

Mr. Smith sat in the chair next to Ali and extended his hand, which held a single capsule.  Ali looked at the offering, somewhat bewildered.  

"What is it?" she asked cautiously.  Ali had never taken candy, muchless what appeared to be some kind of drug, from strangers.  "Is this really necessary?"

"Call it a gesture of good faith on your part.  We must trust each other completely today, and your first step begins with swallowing what I'm now offering you."  Mr. Smith said rather flatly.

After some hesitation, she reached and took the capsule from Mr. Smith's extended palm. Not once taking her eyes from her host, she put the pill in her mouth and swallowed.  Mr. Smith leaned back in his chair and smiled at Ali, who, after mere moments noticed the walls seemingly closing in and a darkness overtaking her.  Before losing consciousness entirely, she could feel the warm breath of Mr. Smith on her neck, as whispered to her, "You may call me Sir, and Sir only."


Ali could feel vibrations resonate through her body as she began to stir, and heared footsteps walking about on what she thought must be hardwood floors.  As the grogginess left over from the unknown drug she had taken began to fade, she realized the vibrations were coming from the floor and were made by the footsteps she now clearly heard. She opened her eyes slowly and breathed deeply scents she could not immediately recognize.  What she did realize was that she was naked and unable to move, laying the floor in somewhat of an unusual position.  Her arms were angled from her sides, palms down, with wide metal shackles at her wrists, bolted and padlocked to the wooden floor.  On her mid-thighs, leather straps were wrapped and fastened to chains, also bolted to the floor in front of her.  The chains fastened above her ankles, however, were bolted on the floor just behind her, the opposing forces holding her split legs high in the air and making the entire configuration one in which she could barely move.  Her pussy was exposed entirely, and despite her mind and heart racing, she felt an indescribable excitement for what she knew was to come from Mr. Smith, and that made her wet with anticipation.

"Sir?" Ali called out.  It was difficult for her to see much of anything.  The room was dark, filled with shadows and various contraptions along the walls, all of which appeared so strange to her.  She had limited movement of her head, only being able to look from side to side and to the front as much as she could manage by raising herself from the floor, if only inches.  She could see nothing behind her, where she imagined he must be standing.  "Hello.....Sir?"

Now appearing before her, Mr. Smith asked his plaything, "Are you comfortable?  I guarantee it only gets less comfortable from here, as I'm sure you're aware, but that's what you signed on for, isn't it now?"  From behind his back, he produced a whip made of several thin leather straps and smiled down upon Ali as he stood next to her. With a flick of his wrist, the leather straps slapped her bare skin, immediately causing blood to rush to her vulva, which now turned a bright red color.  Smiling, Mr. Smith continued to flog Ali's pussy with the whip, and she could only gasp as the stings coursed through her body.  Her wet pussy was now certainly feeling the excitement of the moment, a mild tingling that quickly grew to a burning sensation with each slap of the leather.  
 
"Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God!" Ali screamed, as the whip continued to sting her pussy.  She breathed quickly and heavily, and could feel tears welling in her eyes.  On her face, however, was a smile that Mr. Smith was accustomed to seeing from his regulars.

"I think you've had enough of that...it seems, however, that we've neglected those beautiful nipples of yours.  Shall I give them a taste of my whip, as well?" Mr. Smith queried.  Ali shook her head, her eyes squeezed shut and mascara running down her face.  "Are you sure?  I would hate for you to feel that you didn't get your money's worth on this, your very first visit to my dungeon.  No?  Very well, then.  I have something else for you in that case."  He momentarily disappeared from her view, and Ali could feel his footsteps as he walked across the wood floor to retrieve some other unknown instrument of pain and pleasure.  As he returned to her, Mr. Smith lowered his body and lay on the floor on his chest, his face close to hers.  "The lovely Marissa mentioned that you might really like this, but I'm not sure."

"Sir?"

"If we're not going whip them, we have to do something special with your nipples, don't you agree?" he asked.  "I usually save these for the second or third visit, but considering how much Marissa cares, or doesn't care, for you, I think we'll just have to consider this a special occassion.  They're quite small, but these little fellas are going to feel like bear traps on your nipples." 

"Please, Sir, I don't think I can....", Ali stammered.  She wondered now what exactly it was that made her think she would enjoy being subjected to such treatment.  She let out a yell of "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" and cried in pain as the first clamp found its mark. Breathing rapidly in much shallower breaths, Ali focused at first on the incredible sensation her nipple felt, but then tried to imagine herself in a happy place where there was no sadistic host.  The escape into her mind was short lived, however, as the intense pain of the clamp on her second nipple immediately brought her back to the wooden floor she lay upon.

"Ali, just to show you we're not all about pain and games here in the dungeon, I have something else for you.. ."  He produced an immense dildo affixed to the end of what appeared to be the handle of a wooden cane.  In his other hand, a vibrator with a large bulbous tip, which he pressed to Ali's clit but had not yet turned on.  Mr. Smith knelt before Ali and looked at her pussy with an expression of concern on his face. "I'm not sure you're wet enough for my little friend here, but we're going to try anyway."  He pressed the tip of the dildo to Ali's pussy lips and began rotating the cane in half-circles in his hand, slowly working the tip of the massive rubber cock inside her.  Her breathing slowed momentarily and she closed her eyes as she enjoyed the feel of the dildo sliding in and out of her hole, which was becoming wetter and wetter with each thrust.  Unusual for her, she felt her body coming to a climax rather quickly and welcomed the orgasm with a loud moan and trembling of her body.  "I'm glad you like that...now try this on for size, as well.", said Mr. Smith as he switched on the power and brought the vibrator to life.  Ali's moans grew louder and louder, and her body shook with each orgasm, which were now coming more frequently and with shorter intervals.  Her mind was in a flurry from the huge dildo in her cunt and the powerful vibrator pressed to her clit - her toes curled each time she came and she began to laugh outloud from the overwhelming sensations. 

"Thank you, Sir..." Ali panted, as Mr. Smith removed both the dildo and vibrator and set them aside.  "That was incredible!"  Mr. Smith merely smiled and nodded, standing up to reposition himself next to Ali's side.  Without so much a word, he reached down and grabbed Ali's nipples, both of which were still clamped and throbbing with pain.  She screamed and slipped into unconsciousness.  

When Ali came to after a few minutes, she saw that Mr. Smith was tying a thin nylon cord around the big toe of both of her feet. "You may be wondering what this is all about." Mr. Smith said, though not looking at Ali. "I've noticed something fascinating, and that is, you're really no different from most women who have spent time in my dungeon.  And do you know why?  No?  Of course you don't.  Like every other woman who has been shackled to my floor, you can't help but curl your toes when you cum.  You see, it's the little details that make life so interesting.  Like these nylon cords, for example.  Just being tied to your toes does nothing for you, or I, for that matter.  But when I take this end and fasten it to the nipple clamp..."  Ali let out a howl of pain and quickly tried to still her struggling body. "Yes, I would highly suggest not squirming around too much when these babies are hooked up to your toes like this."  He fastened the second cord, and again, Ali screamed out in pain.  "Exciting stuff, isn't it, having just a little bit of control over how much pain you might feel?  Now the fun REALLY begins!"  Mr. Smith smiled as he stood and returned to his earlier position facing Ali's pussy.

"Sir....please.  Sir....I don't think I can handle this!"  She was both scared and excited, but didn't plead for him to stop as Mr. Smith thought she might.  Her pussy sopped and she quickly drew in a breath as the tip of the of the dildo was pushed passed her labia.  The thrusts of the gigantic rubber cock came quickly now, and she could feel deep within her an orgasm beginning to mount.  Tears now fell from her face, as she was genuinely scared for the pain that was to come, despite her best efforts to keep from moving about.  Mr. Smith took notice of her efforts and smiled as he picked up the vibrator and switched the power on, adjusting it to full intensity.

"Just relax and let it happen.  You've probably never wanted to cum so badly in your life, have you?  Don't let the idea of a little pain keep you from enjoying this!"  He pressed the vibrator firmly against her clit and continued to fuck her with the cane-mounted dildo.  Tears and mascara streamed from Ali's face and her breathing became erratic; she tried so hard to remain as still as she could, but still, there was nothing she could do to prevent the greatest orgasm of her life which was about to arrive. Ali screamed and howled as the orgasm hit her - her eyes wide open as she looked down to see her nipples stretched nearly three inches.  She felt a dizziness overcoming her as the rubber cock and vibrator were pulled away, and the nylon cords snipped to alleviate the searing pain she felt.  As the blood rushed to nipples, she laughed, almost maniacally, knowing that she had endured something no less than incredible, just before again slipping into unconsciousness.

Marissa gently rubbed her friend's knee to wake her as they pulled into the driveway of Ali's home.  Ali had slept the entire way back, save for the brief moments she would try to gain her bearings and smile at her friend.  There was nothing she could ever compare this experience to, and she was now sure that she was indeed a fan of the lifestyle.  Marissa walked Ali inside and got her friend into the comfort of her bed, knowing all too well how much the experience had taken out of her.  Before leaving, she whispered in her ear, "Be sure to get plenty of rest, Ali; Sir has made plans for just the three of us next weekend..."

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