DUNGEON MASTER
The dungeon was always a little scary. I could feel my knees weaken with every
step that we took closer to the door. I was almost too mind-weary to want to
play anymore. I wanted to lay down and go to sleep, but they weren't finished
with me yet. I knew that until they were, I wouldn't be allowed to rest.
Jon opened the door, and pushed me in on my knees. I fell gracefully. Eyes on
the floor and the sets of boots suddenly in front of me. Adam's, I recognized,
and Traci's. Jon's beside me. The heavy black ones next to me, must be Terry's.
The crisp leather, perfectly shined.
"Put her up on the horse. Let's play." I felt myself freeze in position on the
floor. Moving only when I felt the tug on the leash they had attached to me.
They took me over to a piece of equipment that I had never seen before. It
looked like a leather covered road barricade. I was pretty sure that it had
started out as something like that too. Where it widened near the floor, it had
two quick clip restraints, and the top was covered with leather. The other end
had a couple of clips for wrist restraints. Jon gave the leash to Adam, and he
took me to the thing. Laying me face down over it.
"Stay." He commanded, and picked up two leather legs cuffs, and two wrist
cuffs. Traci came to the other side and put the left side on, while Adam did
the right. Adam knelt down in front of me, and smiled just a little. He picked
up a gag from the floor and pushed it through my teeth to buckle it behind my
head. Getting very close to me to whisper. "Here anger would stand you in good
stead. You have puzzled them." His eyes darkened, as he whispered.
"Would you like to join her, boy?" Came Terry's voice. Adam said, `No' right
away, so I wondered what was coming. "Very nice marking. Some of my better
work." Jon appeared to agree with him. Hands trailed over my skin making me
shudder delicately, but not from cold. It was the position. My legs were wide,
and open. My sex must be highly visible from almost every angle of the room. I
could almost see it in my head.
"She's bone dry though." Came Jon's low voice. "Traci, if you would." I heard
her beside me, and tried to turn my head. Sharp smack from a belt and someone
holding my wrists in front of me. "You don't need to see that." Damn.
She leaned up over me from behind. Heat radiating from her body. Hands
stroking lightly, fingers feather-light. She spread my buttocks with her hands,
and dipped between them. Eating me softly from upside down. Licking the very
bottom of my sex as though she was moving on my clitoris.
I flinched involuntarily. My wrists jerked. Jon held tighter to them and
leaned down to speak to me. The voice of the master.
"You remember when you told me, you orgasm under the strap?" I nodded, quickly.
"Terry's never seen that, and when I told him about it he wanted to observe."
I tightened, and felt Traci's fingers entering me. Pushing at the little spot
in the heart of my sex, making me unbearably hot. Ready. I felt my breath grow
short, and deep. Almost, almost. "That's enough." Jon said, so she stopped,
and I moaned. My vagina clenching on the emptiness. Mind trying to recreate
the feeling that was denied it suddenly. Trying to close my legs as the
air-cooled the moist heated flesh.
"May I?" Terry asked. Jon's answer was to grip my wrists tighter to the top of
the horse. Here it comes, I thought, bracing my body for impact. It was quick.
The blow was hard and sharp. The skin trying to recoil away from it. The next
the same, and the next. Some kind of flat slapper was my guess. Bright penny-
copper pain as the skin became tender.
"Let it come, Anne." This was the head-trip. All I had to do was let it come.
Lose myself in the dark romance of his words and my body. Let the flow over
take my common sense until I no longer felt like a businessperson or a human
being. Let me become the orgasm. I didn't know if I could.
The humiliation from the bedroom, making me feel silly. Like I was some kind of
freak. What was I doing here? Tied up like some kind of animal. Open to view.
Prepped for some kind of game that had me as the prize. I moaned around the
gag. Feeling the blows thicken. The little slapper nipping at the wet cleft.
I cried out, muffled by the gag in my teeth.
"No, no." but knew that it couldn't be heard, and that anyone who did hear it,
would not believe it. I was having an attack of reality and did not know if I
could fight it. The only noise that could be heard was my desperate cry, and the
sound of the toy as it impacted with my flesh. "Help me!" Jon leaned down and
started to talk. Talk in a low voice, like Rob used to do to me.
"You think that reality has anything at all to do with what we are doing to
you?" I gasped, because he knew what I had been feeling. "I want no reality
from you. I want your skin, your heat, and your need. You think that you are
special in this desire of yours?" I shook my head, tears starting to flow as
the blows became agony, and torment, drove all thoughts except those he was
giving to me from my head. "I am fantasy, and reality. I am the closet in
which you are mere fancy, and I, the dream-master of your nightmares." Terry
started with something else. Wider and less damaging, because I had to be
bright red back there. Every biting blast distinct and unparalleled in the
pain that it caused me. "You can hide from the world, but you cannot hide from
yourself. You want to be taken over. Driven to madness. Used and taken and
cherished by the only person you truly care about besides yourself." I wanted
to ask who, but knew that he already knew the answer. There was only one other
person that I cared about in this room. One other being on the planet. God,
don't... I shook my head. Don't say it. I'll die, right here on this thing in
this room. If we mix up reality and fantasy like this I won't be able to
separate it in real-life. Don't...
My body convulsed and I shook my head quickly. Muscle forming knots. Eyes
closed. Jaw hard. Sweat making me slick and wet and hot. I almost steamed. I
pull against the bonds and felt Jon holding them tightly to the leather.
Terry hit me harder and faster, pushing my body to the limits of endurance.
Every muscle straining against the reaction, however voluntary, of my body to
this trip I was on. I would not be able to hold back. I knew that I wouldn't.
It was too vital, and close and intimate. Too surely what I wanted, and did I
need to fight? Jon had not given me express permission, so I did not know if I
could actually do it. He was silent and gratitude flowed over me. He pulled my
arms closer to him, and stroked my back with his fingers.
I broke. My orgasm sweeping me with a sudden burst of rainbow light that
flashed before my eyes with strobe-like brilliance. Deeper than the first
pinnacle of the night. Higher than the last time I had been beaten. More
emotion involved. The secret that had not been spoken. Yes. I was starting to
fall in love with someone in this room, but God help me if I would ever admit
it.
It was this secret, and hidden shame that pushed me up over the top, and forced
me to evaluate my body, my orgasm and my very flesh. The intense outcry from my
soul, muffled into the gag that I wore. Jon holding me as still as his two
strong hands could, until I collapsed back unto the leather beneath me. Gasping
for air. Shuddering limply. The blows continuing until I had stopped, and all
that was left was the quick jerks as the whip fell. I opened my eyes, and saw
Terry standing behind the horse to the right. Whip hanging from his fingers,
and Traci on her knees before him, using her talented mouth on his organ. I
heard Jon in front of me, speaking to Adam.
"Take her with you, and do what you will." They released me, and I fell to my
knees on the floor. "Set her up for tomorrow." I was watching Jon, walk away
then come behind Traci. He freed his hard sex from his leather pants to fuck
her from behind while she sucked on Terry. Her arms wrapped around Terry's
thighs, supporting him. Jon's left hand tangling in her hair. Engrossed. We
left dungeon, to go back upstairs.
