This is part four of how the financial pressures of joblessness in the era of COVID forces one woman into becoming a 24/7 sex toy and slave. Please read the previous three parts first so you can get to know the characters and what they have experienced so far. This is part four of my first multi-part story. Comments and suggestions are very appreciated. This is a love story that contains incest, lesbian, male domination, and BDSM themes. If you don't like these themes please skip the story.
I want to thank my editor 1moeannie. She took my original text and made great suggestions and corrections that helped me improve the story.
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The Dungeon
The door had a fingerprint reader and a keypad next to it. He placed his thumb on the reader which unlocked the door and opened it. He then pushed a couple of buttons and had me turn around and place a finger of the reader. It was very hard, with my hands in cuffs. When it beeped, He said, "Now you can get access for cleaning. Later I'll get the rest of your fingerprints into the system."
There was a staircase leading down that appeared to be lined with gray blocks like in a castle. He flipped a switch and electric torches that looked like real flames came on. He walked me down the long set of stairs. I could feel the butt plug in me shifting as I went down each stair. As I got to the bottom, I saw it opened into a real-looking dungeon with a twenty-foot ceiling lighted by similar electric torches to those in the stairway.
I noticed cells against one wall. Some had bars across them and others just had a metal door with a small window that opened in the middle and another that opened at the bottom the size of a food tray. There was an opening to another room under the stairs and a couple of other doors that were closed.
The cells I could see in had a twin bed, a sink, a toilet, a small shower, and a chest of drawers. There were also a number of good size rings in the wall and in the ceiling.
There was a rack, and a pillory, both a vertical and horizontal St Andrews cross, a spanking bench, and a couple of other pieces of furniture that I'd seen on the kink websites but never in person. There were a couple of end tables, a couch, a loveseat, and a number of other chairs, some without bottoms. I was surprised to see a hospital-type gurney. There were many different chains with cuffs against the walls and chains hanging down attached to manual winches or electric hoists.
One part of the wall had a wide selection of riding crops, whips, paddles, floggers, canes, and a few others whose names I didn't know, but they were clearly designed to be used on a person. On another part of the wall was a selection of vibrators, dildos, nipple clips, pumps, butt plugs, and almost everything else I'd ever heard of.
We walked through an opening under where the door upstairs would be. This additional large room had a six-inch step-down, then the floor sloped down to a drain in the middle. The room had three water tanks with glass sides. One tank was 3 feet wide and across and about 7 feet tall. There was a hoist immediately above it.
The second tank was like the first but on its side. It also appeared to have a top.
The third tank was like a D facing down and was about ten feet across the top, about four feet wide, and about four feet deep in the middle. It also had a hoist above it on a short track. Next to it was a paddle wheel-like shape that looked like it would fit into the D shaped tank.
There was a metal table that was about 4 feet wide and 8 feet long. Around its edge, the sides came up about 6 inches. The tabletop had a slight slope down to its middle. Underneath the lower part of the table was a drain that ended in a hose connection. On one wall was a garden hose with a number of attachments in a rack next to it. Leaning against another wall was a number of metal contraptions that I could tell were designed to restrain a person.
We went back into the main room and I realized we were approaching a sex bench. Harold pushed my torso over it. There were two straps on the part my torso rested on which he tightened over me. My face rested on what looked like a massage table donut hole. Then he secured my forearms with two straps each to the two smaller attachments on either side of my head. He then used two straps each to secure my calves to the two lower platforms which were in the back and pointed outward in a slight V. I was now unable to move my legs, torso, and arms. I could still move my head around as he had not strapped that down.
"Are you ready for your punishment for not following instructions?"
"Yes, Master."
He selected a wand vibrator from the collection on the wall rack. He moved behind me and I felt him strap the vibrator to my thigh so that it was pressed against my pussy. He turned it on a low setting and all I could think was that this was going to be heavenly.
He said, "I need to get some items."
He was gone for about ten minutes and when he returned, he was carrying a box.
He said, "Do you remember your safe words?"
I replied, "Yellow means I need the current action to slow down, Red means I need a one minute rest, Purple means I need all play to stop. If I am gagged then I am to do three grunts and play will stop until you figure out which color I wanted to say."
He replied, "Very good."
Then he removed the butt plug from me and I felt him putting more lube in my ass. I then saw him take off his pants and underwear and place them on a hook and put his socks and shoes at the end of the bench
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I saw him grab a condom and put it on. He grabbed a jar of something. I watched him smear whatever it was all over the condom. He then used some wipes to clean up his hands.
He moved behind me again and I felt him pressing his cock head right over my sphincter. I tensed at first but soon relaxed as his cock passed my gateway. He pressed forward slowly but steadily. I gave out a big exhale as he pressed his cock completely into me.
I have never had anal, so the sensation of a penis in my ass was uniquely painful. I'd used butt plugs, but this was significantly different. I expected him to start thrusting, but he didn't. He just stayed still saying nothing. I heard a soft chuckle from him. I started to wonder, why is his cock just resting inside my ass?
After about thirty seconds of silence passed, I felt something was not right, my ass was growing warm. I started to wiggle around a little. I said. "This is awkward, but my asshole is getting really warm."
"You do have a hot ass, Alice," he said and patted my ass.
"Very funny. No, it's like I was allergic to the lube."
He laughed and said, "Or it could be that I rubbed ginger on my cock."
"What, no you didn't. Did you.?!?!!"
He actually giggled!
"This is very annoying, why isn't it bothering you?" I asked.
"It's on the condom. Don't you remember that my plan is to always wear a condom until we get your STD test result back?"
"Oh, My Gawd! That is really nasty. I've never experience ginger root before. " I could feel small beads of sweat forming on my body.
"It's going to get exceptionally warm, but it won't injure you or leave marks on your body," He said as he started to give a slight thrust and stopped. He reached down and turned the wand to its highest speed.
After a good two or three minutes of intense vibration, I asked in frustration. "Master, I don't want to Dom from the bottom, but not moving your cock is frustrating me." I was on the verge of tears.
"Well, I can fix that easily." He said as he started to fuck my ass, slowly at first and then increasing in speed.
