Holding the leash that was attached to my collar mistress began walking across her living room towards the basement stairs in the middle of her house. My only choices were to follow or be dragged so I went where she led me.
Even from the back she looked incredibly sexy as I watched her ass sway as she walked in front of me. She was dressed like a dominatrix from a fantasy and her black leather clung perfectly to her perfectly shaped form. Instinctively my cock attempted to harden but was stopped by the hard plastic prison that it was trapped in.
We got to the bottom of the stairs and mistress stopped in front of a closed wooden door.
"Welcome to my dungeon, slave."
She opened the door and led me inside by my leash.
I couldn't believe what I was looking at. We were standing in a large open space with high ceilings and dark wooden walls. The floor was hard wood that amplified the clicking sound of mistress' boots as she walked.
On the wall to my left there was a large wooden structure in the shape of an X that had buckles where feet and hands could be attached. Directly in front of me was a bed with a single leather sheet covering the mattress. The bed had a post at each corner that also had attachments where hands or feet could be secured. Next to the bed was a large chair, a throne might be a better word, that was made a dark rich wood with a leather covered seat. To my right was a metal cage that was large enough (barely) to fit a man. The wall behind me, next to the door where we had come in, held a wide array of devices that all looked like they could be very painful. On the ceiling above me I could see that there was some sort of mechanical device with two metal chains hanging from it.
Most ominously I thought though, in the center of the room there was a digital camera sitting on a tripod. Currently it looked to be off and the lens was pointing at the floor, but I didn't want my degradation videotaped for the world to see.
"I will be conducting the bulk of your training in this room, slave. I have everything here that I need to turn you from the man you were into the submissive slave that you will become. Stronger men than you have been broken here and I have no doubt that I will break you as well. You came to me begging for extra credit to be able to pass my class - well you might pass the class, but the person you were will cease to exist and all that will remain be the slave that I turn you into. Maybe this is more than you bargained for but there is no turning back now."
Mistress unclipped the leash from my collar and hung it up on the wall behind me with the rest of her devices.
"I call that my wall of toys, slave. You'll get to learn first hand all the fun that can be had with them."
She walked back in front of me and watched me squirm in discomfort.
"I've already taught you your first lesson, how will you address me, slave?"
"Mistress."
"That's right," She responded. "But I don't like the way that you are looking at me; you must still be feeling a little too full of yourself. Apparently you think it is acceptable to look me directly in the eye, as if we were equals or something similarly ridiculous. From now on you will keep your gaze at my feet unless you are given permission to look elsewhere."
"Yes, Mistress." I said, dropping my eyes.
"And the way that you are standing there is all wrong. On two feet like that you almost look like you are hoping to preserve some of your dignity. From now on your basic position in my presence will be on your knees with you head lowered respectfully to the floor."
