After that, things did return to normal a bit. She stopped banging on about the mysterious Andrea and even though I realised that it was obviously her who was behind the whole thing I didn't want to upset the applecart by accusing her. Instead I concentrated on finishing the dungeon and enjoying some amazing sex with my wife. Something changed in her after that evening though, she was definitely different, like she'd opened up a part of herself that she never realised was there and now she couldn't lock it away again. Occasionally she seemed to struggle more with the idea of being dominant. She still did a good job of it, but sometimes I could tell she really wanted to be the one being submissive. Not submissive in the same way I was, but like she was with her two gym buddies.
Eventually the dungeon was complete. It was a triumph of perv-engineering! There was hooks in the walls, hooks in the floors, a whipping bench, the stool with the dildo in it, a cross, the Queening stool (well more of a chair really, very comfy for Mistress R of course!) I even installed a TV and DVD player at Mistress' request and actually built a false wall so that it could be recessed so as not to spoil the look of the place.
When I had finished I called Mistress R' in to have a look. She was very impressed and we went up to the bedroom to fetch all the whips, cuffs, dildo's and other paraphernalia. When we had hung everything around the walls it looked amazing. I was dog tired after doing all that work, but even so I couldn't wait to get started.
Mistress had other ideas though, she said she wanted to make our first time there something special and told me that she would think of something soon. I was a bit disappointed to say the least, but Mistress kept me sweet by allowing me to lick her ass every night until the big day. I noticed that Mistress ass didn't seem quite as tight as it used to be and wondered why that was, not that it was a permanent gape or anything, but when I was first allowed to worship her gorgeous asshole it was so tight I could barely get my tongue inside. I wondered if maybe she had started training her ass for something or someone?
The big day came and Mistress took me out to the dungeon. Obviously I had to get undressed in the dungeon as I couldn't very well troop out to the garage naked, but because Mistress R needed a little more comfort to get ready, she decided that she would tie me up and then go back to the house to get ready, then put on a long coat to make the short walk back to the dungeon. I didn't quite see why she couldn't get ready first, but I wasn't going to argue, besides I figured she would probably want to rub heat gel on my balls to get me going while she changed into her Domme clothes. So I followed her instructions like a good slave.
I had been instructed to fit the studded sheath to my cock before we started, making sure it was fitted when I was soft so that it would be a nice tight fit. I had done as I was told and once again wore my shorts for comfort until I got inside the garage. Once I was undressed Mistress inspected the sheath and then fitted another leather bag over my cock and balls. She told me to lean over the whipping bench and fastened my ankles and wrists down leaving my ass open to attack from any whip or dildo. Instead of returning to the house, Mistress perused the walls of the dungeon and selected a nice cat-whip, the original one we had bought when we first started this game. She stood behind me and started to whip my ass, while I counted out the strokes and thanked her for each one.
When it went beyond twenty, I knew something different was going on,. She had never given me that many strokes before and my ass was burning hot and pinking nicely. She continued and eventually the pain dissipated, the strokes getting lighter as her arm got more and more tired, until all that remained was the heat which seemed to spread through my body and harden my cock inside the sheath.
Then I heard her replace the whip and pick up a butt plug and a jar of lube. She parted my cheeks and applied a generous amount of lube before slowly but firmly pushing the butt plug into my glowing ass. She walked round in front of me and crouched down on the floor so that she was at my eye level. I hadn't noticed before but she was wearing a skirt, which was very unusual for her and as she crouched down her skirt bunched up and I noticed that she was wearing some very expensive looking underwear. She reached up and slid my blindfold over my head before asking if it was effective. I told her it was and then she leaned closer to me and whispered.
"I hope you're ready for this slave."
"Yes Mistress, always..."
She giggled to herself.
"Well I hope so slave, I've given you plenty of lube.....did I mention that I'd invited my friends over again."
My head jerked up.
"Obviously not.....hmm, actually I'm going out now, but they should be here soon. But don't worry I've told them not to touch your cock and balls....I think they just want your ass and your mouth anyway."
I started to protest as Mistress stood up, when that didn't work I tried begging but nothing would change Mistress' mind. The last thing she said before she closed the door behind her was:
"I love seeing you so helpless, it makes me soooo horny...."
The door closed and I was left alone. Sure enough a few minutes later I heard her car pulling out of the drive. I waited a few minutes and then I heard two cars pull up in the close, but not on the drive.....was it them? I waited and waited, three quarters terrified, but a quarter turned on, my cock pressed firmly against the studs inside the sheath as it hardened as I thought of being used and abused by the two men I had seen her with before.
I waited and waited but no one came, I had never fitted a clock in the dungeon and even if I had I wouldn't have been able to see it, but even so, I knew that at least an hour had passed and probably more. At least I was reasonably comfortable, but the apprehension I felt when I finally heard the outer door of the garage open made me forget about that. The door to the dungeon slowly opened and I heard soft steps across the rubber flooring.
I was holding my breath and scared to death but then I felt a hand on my back, it felt small, a woman's hand, Mistress R's hand....I sighed a huge sigh of relief, but my head was still swimming. She gripped the base of the butt plug and pulled it half out, stretching my asshole so that I gritted my teeth.
"Ah, poor slave....are you disappointed?"
"....if it pleases you Mistress." Truth was, I wasn't, but what was the correct answer?
"Really.....so your cock hasn't been hard at all for the last hour and a half then?"