You look at the building at the specified address. It just does not look right. Your Master had made arrangements to use the dungeon in the advertisement -- "Dungeon for Hire", but this is a modern building in the business part of the city. Surely this cannot be right. You approach the door and see a small brass plate that says 'REMEDIAL SERVICES inc.' Well this should be it. You enter into a nicely appointed reception area -- it could be a gym, a doctor's office or anything like that. A smartly dressed young woman of about 30 years old is seated at a desk. There is soft music playing and a coloured water fountain is sprinkling into a bowl of water lilies. Tropical fish are swimming around it.
'Oh, I, er, wonder if this is the right address. My name is Mrs Smith (Your Master had made the booking in a false name for the sake of discretion), I should have an appointment.'
'Ah yes,' said the girl glancing at her monitor,' you have the use of our facilities for the whole of the afternoon. The account has been settled, so I just need you to sign the consent form.' You look at the form. It is in legal jargon, but boils down to your agreeing to be responsible for what happens. You sign it and hand it to the young lady.
'Yes, that is fine. I assume you have not been here before, so I will explain what to do. Please go through that door over there. It will lead you into a changing room. Please get undressed until you are completely nude and place your things in the locker. Here is a key for it. You can loop the ribbon round your neck to keep it safe while you are having your treatment. Please help yourself to coffee or chilled water. Once you are ready, open the door at the other side of the room and go down the steps. Please be careful, they are very steep and may be a bit slippery. If you have no questions you can go through if your ready.'
'Oh, thank you.' It is not quite what I expected. I thought it was an actual dungeon. Actually it is all rather nice.'
The young lady smiled. 'I am sure you not be disappointed madam. I trust you will enjoy your treatment.
You enter the dressing room and once again it is a beautifully decorated room with a comfortable sofa, coffee table, a coffee machine and a water cooler. Soft piped music is playing. The only thing giving an indication of what is to come - On the wall there are a number of pictures showing naked ladies some with sore bottoms, others with marks on their breasts.
You strip off and after a glass of water from the cooler you move over to the door you must enter.
Immediately, you are conscious of a chilly draught of cool air. After the brightness of the dressing room, the stairway is very dim. You can just make out a flight of stone steps going down into the gloom. With growing trepidation you start to descend the steps. You cannot see where they lead because after about ten steps there is a bend in the staircase. You begin to shiver in the cool air and as you approach the bend in the stairs you realise that the walls are damp with water trickling down. Suddenly something scuttles in the dark and what looks like a small creature vanishes into a small hole. You stifle a shriek of horror. As you slowly go round the bend in the stairs you feel that your bare feet are getting damp. The water is beginning to form puddles. This is weird. You know it is a modern building, yet somehow a medieval dungeon has been created. You reach the bottom of the stairs and there is a short corridor leading to a heavily studded wooden door. There is about three inches of cold water accumulating on the floor and you gingerly paddle through it. There is a step up to the dungeon door and it creaks open as you push. It is pitch black through the door. A tinny voice says 'Enter.' It is something like an automated voice as if someone is speaking into a voice distortion device.
You hesitate not wanting to move into the darkness. The voice repeats its instruction, but with a sense of menace. You enter the chamber with a tentative step. A hand grabs your arm and pulls you to the centre of the room. A bright light is suddenly switched on bathing you in an intense, blinding light. You blink, trying to see around you, but you are dazzled. A fan or air conditioning unit is blowing cold air and you start to shiver, either from fear or the cold. Probably both.
As your eyes begin to penetrate the gloom outside the circle of light you can just make out two hooded figures. You think, you hope one of them is your master, but you have no way of knowing.
'Are you ready for your treatment, slut?' enquired the mechanical voice.
