As I wandered down the lavish staircase to begin my guided tour of Mistress' house, I pondered on where the large box of grey parcels had gone. The box was not with my belongings, even though she said all my things were together. I quickly pushed the thought from my mind and resigned myself to the fact that she must have slipped them under the bed or something. I was quite excited about the guided tour, as the only other rooms I had been in were the bedroom and this reception area. There was obviously more to this grandiose house than meets the eye and the thought of that gave me the most pleasurable tingle all over.
Mistress greeted me with a smile and linked her arm through mine. "You ready Ms Leoni?" I nodded and she directed me to the left of the staircase. We descended down two steps, through a large doorway and into a very spacious room. I was totally speechless. The floor space alone must have been a little bigger than half a tennis court. I was simply astounded. The height of the room was about twenty feet and four luxurious light fittings with attaching fans hung from the ceiling. It was a very light room with plenty of windows. Around each window, burgundy swags adorned the curtain poles, matching the lengthy burgundy curtains that hung pristinely to the floor.
From where I stood, the wall to the left of me had tables pushed right up against it that ran the length of the wall. There were also a few tables on the opposite wall. She then guided me through another doorway that led into another quite spacious room, which looked like it had been split in two, but without a wall in between. The right hand side was a nicely decorated dining room. The table had a glass top and could seat about eight people around it. The other side of the room was a bar area and on the back wall was a line of upside down spirits and bottles, just as you'd see in a usual bar in town. There were also two large fridges. One was about six feet high and had a glass door, showing off four shelves completely filled with champagne. The other fridge was nearly the same height but had a white door. I assumed it was filled with wine and soft drinks.
We walked through to the kitchen and the view of the grounds from where I stood literally enchanted me. There were two huge doors that fully opened onto a very large patio area. Acres of greenery greeted me and to the left stood a large barn-like building, with my car parked under the carport beside it. "Did you drive it?" I curiously asked putting a possessive slant on it.
"What did you expect me to do with it, leave it on the driveway?" She questioned.
"Well, no, but..."
"But nothing young lady, I treated it with respect, unlike what you and your daughter do."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"One word... McDonalds!" She said, with obvious flippancy.
"Ok, guilty!"
"You always are Ms Leoni!" She said with a mischievous grin. "Come on, we're not moving very fast and today is a busy day.
She pulled me back and guided me to another door. This door was different to all the others, not so wide or tall. She reached to the back of a large container that sat on a work surface just by the door and retrieved a key that hung on a brass hook. Mistress unlocked the door and directed me through it. We were in complete darkness for a couple of seconds until a dim light shone from behind me.
"Where are we going?" I asked curiously, feeling a light churning develop in the pit of my stomach.
"You'll see." Mistress took my by the hand and led me down the short corridor and then down a spiral staircase. At the bottom was another door. She tilted a picture on the wall that obscured a gap, about half the size of a brick and took another key from the crevice, followed by placing the picture in its rightful place.
The door creaked open and the room suddenly lit up, as did my eyes. They widened and I gasped at the contents in the room. Mistress looked at me. "Do you like my dungeon Ms Leoni?" I was rendered speechless and just nodded foolishly. "Cat got your tongue!" She giggled. My mouth fell open, no sound escaping as my eyes drank in the sights before me. "I'll stay here young lady, and you walk around. Touch anything you want, sit on anything you want. If you want to know anything, all you have to do is ask, ok?"
I was bewildered and mumbled softly. "Yes Mistress."
She let go of my hand and I slowly made my way around the dungeon. I was surprised at what I saw. There were rows of implements, different shaped paddles, long canes, short canes and riding crops that all had different tips on them. Wooden paddles, leather paddles, even soft furry ones, some looked like table tennis bats that were completely smooth on one side, yet prickly on the other. Her collection of whips astounded me, long and short ones, with numerous leather strands coming from the handles. Some had knots tied on the bottom, others frayed out at the tips and when used correctly could indeed cause pain and pleasure as I had found out on the iron gates.
Restraints innocently hung and I recognised the ones that she had used on me when I was bound outside. There were metal handcuffs and furry cuffs. Chains of different lengths, some were quite short in length, about five or six inches, like the ones used on me, but others were longer, maybe two feet long. Some of them had clips on the end, all of which were quick release, just in case! All this caused shivers to run through me, delightful quivers awakening my inquisitiveness. I touched the hanging toys, sweeping my hand along them, causing them to swing and sway. I was becoming breathless and lost in a world that up until now I thought I'd had much experience in, but seeing all this displayed in front of me made me realise that what my Mistress had taught me and the experiences we've shared, were all just the tip of a very enticing iceberg.
The room was large and despite the furniture and the adornments that hung from virtually every wall, I began to think that you could fit a number of people quite easily in the dungeon. In the far corner stood a cage that was about six feet high and only four feet wide. I walked over to it, bypassing the heavy manacles that jutted from the wall. The space between the vertical bars was only four inches and I shuddered at the thought of being confined in that small space. Staring at the cage gave me a terrifying chill that burrowed into my stomach.
I stood there for ages, running my fingers along the cold bars of the cell. Inside it stood a small stool, covered in deep purple velvet. It sat upon a thick rug, in the same colour as the covering on the stool. I bent down and ran my hand through it. The rug appeared to have two layers to it. The top part was soft to the touch, almost fluffy like that on a teddy bear. The lower half was padded, like a gym mat at school.
Mistress' voice startled me, bringing back to a standing position. "You find your cage fascinating my little angel?" I heard the clicking of her heels steadily walking towards me. "Well..."
"My cage Mistress... its mine." I hoarsely said, my throat becoming drier by the second.
"You don't honestly think I bought it for me to stand naked in, do you?" She giggled.
I lowered my eyes and faced the cage. "No Mistress!" I turned back round to her as the word 'naked' pounded into my head. "Naked... I'm going to be naked."
