In The Dungeon Pt 02

CHAPTER TWO

I slept deeply, though my dreams were filled with imps, running down endless corridors, and standing at the edge of a dark abyss. Waking, I felt remarkably well, though as my body came to life I felt the soreness in my mouth and ass, and my behind was still inflamed. I had had time to reflect on the dramatic changes I had experienced the previous day. Bound and whipped, my mouth and ass thoroughly plundered...but I felt released from so much. Pain had mixed with ecstasy, and I loved it. I gloried in my submission -- it really turned me on - and anxiously awaited being called to serve him again.

Mike slumbered quietly next to me. I contemplated his sturdy body for a moment, then brought my mouth to his nipple and nipped it gently. He stirred and opened his eyes, smiled, and placing a large hand on my head, pushed me down beneath the sheet. He was naked and semi erect. Yesterday he had fucked my mouth like a pussy, so that I could do little except submit passively. Now it was time to give my first blowjob, and I hoped it would please him.

I have to admit to a very strong interest in this activity. I had watched porn clips, female and male on male, on XNXX, and learned the rudiments of technique. It had always been my fantasy to submissively deliver the oral attentions rather than receive them. Most of all, I was anticipating the taste and feel of his thick shaft, and how I could best pleasure him to win his approval. I have a small mouth, although my lips are full, and he had commented on how enjoyably tight it was.

Holding his cock, which seemed to pulse with blood under my fingers, I cupped his heavy balls gently in my palm and delivered a wet, lascivious kiss to the head of his penis. He stretched languorously, which I took as a sign of approval. I began to lick him, circumnavigating his cock with my tongue to find the most sensitive spots. He responded most when I stroked the underside with my tongue, so I focused my attentions there, occasionally running my tongue sensually from the base to the tip.

The breathing of both of us was coming faster, and I opened my mouth to take him in and start sucking him. I loved the feel of his velvet skin, the hardness beneath it, and his quiet moans of pleasure; as well as my role as a slave servicing his master. My whole body seemed to glow and I sucked him with abandon, steadily and deliciously. As I relaxed it was easier to take him deep, and I was able to swallow his entire considerable length and hold him, albeit briefly, in my throat.

My mouth felt like it was on the verge of its own orgasm, and my bottom glowed with heat; I wanted to be pierced there too, despite my residual soreness. I realized I was issuing a series of shrill cries through the flesh that filled my mouth. Soon I was moaning ecstatically as I sucked him and he grew even thicker. He was very excited and grunting with pleasure; it would not be long. I reached down to caress myself, but he caught my wrist in his powerful fingers and told me that I could come only when he permitted it.

I threw the sheet back and kneeling between his legs as I pleasured him, gazed submissively into his steely blue grey eyes, where I saw pleasure and approval. Then as I addressed his frenulum again with my agile tongue he exploded without warning in my busy mouth, filling me with his salty essence. I drank it down eagerly but kept him between my lips. He softened slowly, but I did not remove my head until he plopped out of his own accord. Smiling at me, he scooped a blob of come from my chin and pressed it into my mouth, where I swallowed it gratefully.

Smacking my bare bottom, which felt good, he told me to make breakfast and take a bath. Then we'd see where the day took us. Still naked and drugged with sex -- sex of a kind I had never experienced, that swept me away -- I quickly brushed my teeth, went to the kitchen and prepared coffee and whole wheat toast. He didn't want anything else. I served him as he sat at the kitchen table, shyly standing nude next to his chair so that I could bring whatever he wanted.

He regarded me with approval, telling me to turn and show my bottom. He seized one soft buttock and squeezed it, remarking that I was not badly marked by my various chastisements. Indeed, though my bottom still glowed pink, and there were some thin red stripes to be seen, it bore few signs of my punishment. But, he said, there would be more. He dismissed me to bathe and prepare myself for the day.

The bathroom was surprisingly well appointed, with large towels and plenty of hot water. I poured some bath oil into the steaming water and luxuriated in it, though at first my bottom stung from the heat. As I relaxed, my thoughts were filled with erotic wanderings; he had not allowed me to come yet. Certainly I could expect to be paddled again; and as I carefully probed my narrow back passage with a soapy finger I thought lubriciously about what he might be going to do to me.

Would he make me lick his asshole? I'd heard somewhere that was popular with Doms. What if he wanted to brand his initial on my bottom? Then I would truly be his slave, and my shapely ass would belong to him; an arousing thought. It was clear that I pleased him sexually; and I was determined to continue doing so, no matter that it hurt. Glowing and pink from my bath, I stepped out into the bedroom, where some small items were laid out on the now neatly made bed.

A black bodice that laced up the back with suspenders dangling from it. Black gauzy stockings and, especially exciting, a lacy black thong. This I put on first. The pouch in front was just large enough to contain my cock and balls, while the string behind divided my full buttocks and rubbed teasingly against my newly opened anal entrance. I was quickly erect, and then selected the bodice, which gave me a little difficulty until I figured out that it was best put on backwards; I laced it tightly before struggling to twist it around. The stockings felt wonderful on my shaved legs; it was easy to see how they fitted to the bodice. For the first time I was dressed in girls' underwear, and a thrill coursed through me.

Looking in the large bedroom mirror, I could find little fault with my feminized appearance. The black of the garments contrasted beautifully with my soft white skin, and my bottom flared out in a manner that was most erotic. My legs are shapely, and the dark stockings showed them to their best advantage. Usually I have my hair in a man bun, but I had washed it and now it fell to my narrow shoulders in ash brown waves. I look delightful, I thought, and sauntered happily into the living room, slightly accentuating the wiggle of my round, girlish buttocks and opening my mouth suggestively. I was increasingly aroused and couldn't wait to feel his big hard cock in me; first my hand, then my mouth, then my ass.

Mike was sitting in an armchair when I sashayed proudly in. A stern look in his eyes slightly dampened my exuberant mood. I reached out to caress him, but he slapped my hand away. Hurt and surprised by this rejection, I asked tentatively if he didn't want me to pleasure him.

Frowning, he responded that I was not at all clear about my role and responsibilities. First of all, my bodice was far too loose. I should immediately lie on the floor and it would be adjusted. I did so, and he leaned a knee into my back and pulled powerfully on the bodice laces. It became so tight that I could scarcely breathe, and I begged him to release it a little. He ignored me and knotted the laces. Carefully I rose and looked in the large wall mirror. While very restricting, the bodice reduced my waist to almost nothing, a charming contrast to my almost naked bottom.

Before he let me up he smacked my butt very hard, which stung like mad; I could see a broad red mark across my cheek in the mirror. Suitably put in my place, blushing with downcast eyes, I followed him obediently into the dungeon.

"Hands." I offered them to him, and he buckled the bracelets on me and clipped them together. (The collar would remain on from my arrival to my departure.) He reached up and drew a chain down from the ceiling with a rattle. fastening one end to my wrists, he drew it up so that my hands were held high above my head.Gradually I was drawn up until I was poised uncomfortably on tiptoe.

I was grateful for the bodice, which covered my sensitive tummy and most of my back. Later Master would whip my flat bare stomach, and it proved to be exquisitely painful. But the thong did nothing to protect my soft bottom, and I shivered in anticipation of the penalties he would certainly inflict there. Shifting from toe to toe, arms extended, I waited apprehensively for the commencement of the new day's training. But he simply turned out the light and left the room, leaving me (literally) hanging.

It must have been more than an hour before he returned. I had tried to be patient but had at last called for him, to no avail. When the light was restored I was expecting to be let down from my uncomfortable position. Instead he hauled on the chain so that I was dangling by my arms a couple of inches from the floor. I tried to reach with my toes to support myself a little, but he had positioned me well; I could barely scrape the bare flagstones. My arms and wrists were beginning to ache, since they were supporting my entire weight. That sensation would soon be eclipsed.

He spoke softly into my ear. He smelled of soap and aftershave; his breath was sweet.

"I'm not happy with your progress. You are still demonstrating far too much willfulness. You will not attempt to seduce or beguile me; by doing so you are simply trying to get your way. Our goal is to take you to a place of complete submission and obedience, and it will take a while. But this should assist us on our way there; it's an excellent instructional tool."

He showed me a small whip that tapered to a narrow tip, and appeared to be made of a single piece of leather.

"This is called a kurbash. It's made of rhinoceros hide, oddly enough. The Arab slave traders found it to be very efficacious. It hurts like nothing else, and will be useful in your learning."

I knew he was not exaggerating, and quailed from the sinister little instrument. But suspended as I was I could only move very slightly from side to side, and could not resist when he drew a tight leather hood over my face. There were holes cut in it for my eyes, nose and mouth, but he promptly velcroed a blindfold into place.

Now - I have to confess - I've always had a fear of the dark. I'm nervous and fearful by nature, and darkness redoubles my sense of helpless isolation. It was far worse now since I was more or less naked and unprotected. I felt a hand grasp my nipple, and a fierce pain suddenly shot through it. He had attached the nipple clamp, and (I found later) added a small weight to it, which pulled on the clamp's saw teeth and sent stabs of pain through me. My other nipple was treated similarly, upon which he gave me a hard push, causing me to swing from side to side and for the weights to oscillate in a most excruciating fashion.

Yet the clamps' bite was somehow arousing, no doubt because nipples are an erogeneous zone. My nudity and helplessness were working powerfully to put me on a razor edge of sensation and anticipation. It made me long to feel his cock in me again; I wanted him to come in both places. But that was clearly not part of the morning's agenda. Instead he stepped back and swung the kurbash to slash across my unprepared bottom.

The pain was astonishing; it felt like he had touched me with a red hot iron. I screamed loudly and jerked madly in my bonds. My words tumbled over each other as I pleaded with him to desist, desperate to avert a second blow. His only response was to pinch my nostrils together tightly, so that I was forced to open my mouth to breathe. He then thrust a phallus shaped gag between my lips, and snapped it into place. Now I was dumb as well as blind, and rapidly becoming a jelly of fear.

He delivered a second stroke that bisected my agonized bottom and crossed the rapidly rising weal created by the first one. I shrieked through the gag and struggled wildly against my bonds. I could feel the welts taking shape on my delicate skin. There were ten strokes delivered in all; later, examining myself in the mirror, each raised stripe was clearly visible. The next three crossed my upper thighs and the small of my back before decorating my bottom further. By the fifth I was almost hysterical.

The punishment ceased temporarily. I felt his hand slip under my panties and caress my cock - limp from the pain. Skillfully he fondled me until the pleasure began to counter the burning agony. My breathing and sobs slowed, and I grew delightfully erect. But as soon as the blood had filled my organ, he ceased his calming ministrations. The whip descended again and again as I howled through the gag. Never had I experienced such agony, and he just would not stop. I think it was then that I gave up any thoughts of independence or autonomy. Of course, that was Master's goal. Anyway it was midweek before I could sit down comfortably.

Finally we were done - for now at least - and I hung snuffling and sobbing quietly, my face under the hood soaked with tears. When he thankfully removed the blindfold and the gag, I saw that I had unknowingly pissed myself; there was a pool of urine on the stone floor. He tutted at that and, lowering me down, told me to lick it up.

Resisting his orders was now the furthest thing from my mind. I crawled on the cold stone flagstones and carefully lapped at the pool of cooling piss. It didn't taste too bad. When I had more or less completed the task, he pulled me to my knees. He had put the leather pants back on and his swollen cock protruded enormously. Gratefully I grasped his thick shaft and put it between my quivering lips. This time I had no thoughts for my own pleasure, but only his. I licked and sucked him lasciviously, and his essence very soon filled my attentive mouth. I swallowed it all gratefully.

Master had clipped a leash to my collar and refastened my wrists behind me. He pulled me stumbling over to the cage, lifted the gate, and guided me in. There was a thin foam mattress covering the bottom. I tried to make myself as comfortable as possible, and he left me there, turning out the lights. I sobbed for quite a while before falling into a dazed slumber.

When I woke I could tell from the shadows at the doorway that it was night. I heard him coming and he opened the cage gate, helping me gently out since my hands were bound behind me. He told me to undress (such as it was) and take a shower, which I did, wincing as the water hit my welts. i soaped myself carefully, brushed my teeth again, and reluctantly presented myself for his inspection.

I held my underwear and asked if I should put it back on. "No, I want you naked for now. Come here and sit on my lap." He was seated in an upholstered chair, very much at his ease, although the erect cock protruding from his breeches struck an incongruous note. I aligned myself with him and gingerly settled onto his lap. His hard cock pressed against my bottom and I twerked my bare cheeks against him carefully to give him pleasure. My own penis was still limp, though as I rubbed my bottom against his hardness it began to revive.

Master, however, was clearly aroused, and I could feel him growing more so. With one powerful arm he lifted me a few inches, and with the other positioned his shaft against my tender opening. I squirmed to admit him, and suddenly my anus was stretched open by his thick head. I moved up and down on him slowly - we were soon both moaning softly - and he gradually penetrated me deeply.

Shortly thereafter I was all the way down on his lap, with his cock filling me completely. It felt wonderful, and I began to squeeze his shaft with my sphincter. He evidently enjoyed this, and started moving up and down slowly in me. I felt utterly naked and helpless, and though I was still sore from being penetrated at length the previous day I could focus only on the erotic sensations down there, with my entire consciousness focused in my rectum.

Suddenly I pressed myself against his broad bare chest, flung my slender arms around his strong neck and kissed him passionately with open mouth. He responded by thrusting his tongue deep in mine, and we remained locked together at mouth and ass, only occasionally making small movements to edge our mutual enjoyment. Master condescended to fondle my stiff cock, which put me in a delirium of lust. He started to fuck me more steadily and deeply; with his help I repeatedly rose and descended on his straining shaft, pulling myself up to the very tip then moving down on it till it seemed to pierce my heart.

My eyes were impossibly wide with the intensity of the feeling and I couldn't speak, only moan softly. He caressed my cock and balls, and I almost screamed with the delicious sensation. I continued to delicately suck on his tongue, but it couldn't last. I felt him spurting copiously inside me, and at the same time his caresses caused my own cock to erupt in passion. With a cry - mine shrill, his deep - we both finished, and blushing and ashamed I buried my face in his neck.

Gradually his rigidity lessened and his softening cock slipped out of my back passage, bringing a gush of come with it. He had me kneel and lick him clean, which I performed with abject obedience and thoroughness. Then he sent me back to the cage; I crawled onto the thin mattress and fell almost immediately into a deep dreamless sleep.