In part two, Lexy was reminded what is expected of her. For her transgressions whe will not be permitted to cum under any circumstances for three days... Oh, she is in for quite the test...
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Karl unlocked the door to the spare room with one hand still holding me by my wrists. He flipped the light switch illuminating the room with black fluorescent light, enough to see and move about, but still quite dim. The black light softened the room and gave it a nice purple hue. It occurred to me how rarely I'd ever seen that room. Oh Karl had taken me in there many, many times, but I was blindfolded before even entering, at least 90% of the time, and it seemed he was constantly making changes.
I was guided into the room as he closed the door behind us. "On your knees, hands behind your back, eyes forward," he simply yet clearly instructed, as he motioned with a glance to a softy carpeted area just near the door. I quickly slipped into position as instructed.
The room looked like something out of a movie. I took advantage of the chance to soak it all in, and was in awe of just how much thought and care Karl had put into that room, our special room.
Karl set about lighting some amber scented candles that were spread across a thin wooden shelf attached to the wall. He had made that shelf in wood shop when he was in high school and kept it all these years. He re-stained it last year with a black stain to fit the style of the room more appropriately.
The aroma from the amber candles was already filling the room, and the memories evoked from that scent were heightening my arousal even further, which brought my attention back to the fact that I knew I wasn't going to be permitted to cum. My thoughts were racing, "Oh... what is he going to do with me? ... How am I going to control my self? ...When he can make me climax with the slightest touch ... With a look ... With his voice." I began to squirm on my knees as I tried to clench the juices back into my sex.
"Be still! ... Legs apart!" he commanded.
When ever he used that tone of voice, I completely melted. It took every ounce of self control I could assemble in me just to remain still. I had to hold my breath briefly and then took long slow breaths, and focused on my breathing.
Karl mumbled something under his breath and started to leave the room, He turned to me and said, "I'll be right back ... Don't move."
I took advantage of that time to explore the room again with my eyes.
The window was covered in a rich red, heavy, almost velvety textured fabric, which hung from an intricate thick iron rod. The walls were painted in grays and charcoals in a faux brick pattern, but done so well that it really looked like brick. The ceiling was done in thick stucco which almost appeared dripping in some spots. The floor, with the exception of a few throw rugs here and there was a basement like cold gray concrete.
The wall opposite the window had several hooks which displayed Karl's good sized collection of spanking implements. Even in the dim light I was overwhelmed just looking at it. There were floggers of leather, suede, rope, and even one that looked like fur. Just looking at these made me feel like something was crawling up the back of my neck as I shivered violently for a second. To the right of the flogger collection was a leather paddle and I saw two tawses, one with two fingers one with three fingers. I felt a little tremor at the thought of how that one might sting. Hanging underneath were wooden paddles and of course Karl's favorite cane, the one that made the swishy sound I knew all too well, although fortunately for me Karl had never used it harshly, I imagined if he did it would be quite unpleasant.
Hanging in a very orderly fashion, were various cuffs and restraints. There were leather wrist and ankle cuffs the ones that attached to the eye rings on the St. Andrews Cross that stood in front of the wall perpendicular to the window. Karl had constructed it when we first bought this house. The Cross had been stained in that same dark stain as the shelf, and had 5 coats of polyurethane; I remember him telling me that, so it was quite smooth and had a little shine to it. He had also attached plenty of eye rings for attaching the wrist, ankle and thigh cuffs. Next to those cuffs were two pairs of police type handcuffs, several long strips of soft leather, a variety of silk scarves and two different kinds of rope.
There were two chests side by side that sat on the floor just under the window, one topped with red leather and the other in black leather. The last time I was in this room and allowed to see, the red chest was the one that contained some of the other toys. From memory, I think there were two butt plugs, one smaller and one just a little too big for my liking, a variety of dildos and vibrators, several containers of lubricant, the dreaded evil little nipple clamps and various other items.
The St. Andrews Cross was really the focal point in the room; it is the classic dungeon piece that made this room look so ominous. Although there were several places in this room that Karl could restrain me, like the door hangers, the thick iron rings that were somehow fastened to the floor and customized just for me at just the perfect distance to spread my arms and legs to their limit, so that I could not move at all. Between these rings lay a very soft white thick fur rug.
