DAY SEVEN
Today was dungeon day. I felt a sense of dread. Even though it was fun, it was
always much more than I really wanted. Kind of like a cup of ice cream v. two
gallons of ice cream. That kind of too much! I cleaned up, shaved my twat
smooth, and diddled my labia rings. A smile curled along my lips. The rings were
not as sore as they were yesterday.
I dressed and went to breakfast. The Doc gave me a clean bill of health. I felt
alive today! It was fun to play with Bud. He was learning the commands quiet
well. I was just enjoying myself. Lunch and more time with Bud. Then it was time
for the dungeon.
I was to be in the whips, ropes, and chains. Well, now, that could only be a
tough as the pins and needles, right? As it turned out it was no where near a
difficult. It was almost easy. I am fairly flexibility still. So the ropes and
bindings really only stretched the limits of my flexibility. I was tied this way
and that. One foot up, one foot down. My tits were lassoed and a rope pulled
tightly through the crack in my bottom and up my twat. I was tied and hung by my
tits. But too late, been there done that, so I knew I would survive.
I was fucked twice and had one Mistress sit upon my face until I satisfied her.
Not been there nor done that. Though it was my first pussy it really wasn't that
bad... and I was good. She was screaming with pleasure in only a minute or two.
Then I bit her clit for fun! She yelped and returned the favor. Actually this
was a fun night.
Then the whipping began. I hated the whips. For a week I had done everything
anyone asked just to avoid the whips. They hurt! And I hated it! This was from a
Mistress. She knew the female body! I was suspended upside down from the 'X'
seats. She began with a short length of rubber tubing across my bottom. Gently
but stinging lashes progressing down each thigh. My skin was a tingle with a
stinging sensation. Next she began just below the knee lashing out more firmly
towards my upper thigh. By the time she reached my tender twat she was
approaching a full swing. Each lash brought a scream of agony. It no longer
tingled of stinging. It stung in pain. Then there were two full swinging lashes
directly across my pussy. I howled in pain, tears streaming down my face. She
paused for a few minutes. I regained my composure. She returned from the lounge
only to begin on the other thigh. I begged and pleaded. She cooed and laughed,
and flogged my tender thighs. She left me hanging upside down after a full
minute of pussy whipping. I sobbed until I could barely remain conscious.
Then she returned with a cream, salve, or lotion of some sort. She began to
caress, oil, and massage the striped flesh. In a few minutes I was writhing in
ecstasy to her tender touch. She retrieved a vibrating dildo and began to
address my wanton pussy. She was gentle, methodic, tender... I came slowly to a
very powerful orgasm. She was relentless. I came three times before she released
me to an upright position. Then we kissed long and passionate while she fingered
my twat. I cupped her tits and squeezed them through her leather halter-top.
They were large, firm. She laid herself down on the bench and beseeched me to
her pussy. I obliged. Her came almost violently. I was ecstatic at her pleasure.
It was sad to see the night end...
* * *
Dan was a stone statue as he starred at the pictures for the day. He thumbed
through the pics. He had seen the Lab so many times that he just scanned them
through barely evening noticing them at all. He studied the knots that suspended
her from the ceiling, chuckled at her standing on one foot. His dick nearly
exploded as she was fucked the second time. He saved to his 'Special File' the
one where she was hoisted from the ground by her tits.
He froze stone solid at the woman seated upon her face. He perused the whipping
and saved a pussy lash or two. Then he stopped and stared at his wife's
attention to this Mistress. His heart stopped cold as his trembling fingers
barely fingered the keyboard. His dick exploded in his pants instantly merging
reality and fantasy. He was embarrassed! SAVE! Save! Save.... He was going nuts
without her home!
