I stepped into the dimly lit room, allowing a moment for my eyes to adjust as I took in the scene before me. I allowed my gaze to explore the room, taking in the beauty and craftsmanship in all the furnishings of the chamber. My pet Sammie had found this place on a BDSM travel site and we had rented it for our vacation time in Florida
We had used the dungeon a bit during our first few days on vacation, but this time I had to admit, it had a bit of a special feel. The captive awaiting me was not Sammie, but the lovely Tanya, one of Sammie's best friends from high school and a true fairytale princess.
I walked slowly and deliberately into the room, knowing she would hear the sound of my approach as I came near, my three inch heels clicking loudly on the beautifully polished wooden floor. I was wearing a black leather corset with red lacing, the back half of which became a skirt down to My ankles. The front half was open and revealed my slender legs clad in fishnet stockings.
The room was straight out of a BDSM lover's dream. Spacious with adjustable lighting that would allow for many different ambiences, it was well furnished with a St-Andrews cross, a spanking bench , two small cages and a large more spacious one. To my left is a wall covered in impact toys of all kinds , from whips and crops to canes and paddles. The right wall is covered with all forms of restraints and rope, the perfect playground for those into bondage. A large wooden table with anchors for restraints worked into the surface dominates the center of the room.
Belle, I mean Tanya, was laying on her side on this large wooden table. She was dressed in yellow, her torn and shredded gown a twisted mockery of that worn by Belle in the iconic scene of Beauty and the Beast, her arms folded behind her and brought back up between her shoulders in a perfect reverse prayer position, her wrists and elbows firmly roped together . Her legs were tightly bound as well, stretched out and had been expertly tied tightly around her ankles , knees and mid thighs. A red bandanna had been used to gag her mouth.
Sammie stood next to the table in a waiting position, wearing a pair of black leggings and a grey crop top. I approached her and she smiled at me. She looked down at Tanya and said "I have prepared Belle as per your requests, Mistress."
I pointed to my feet and Sammie dropped down to her hands and knees on the wooden floor, kissing my shoes as I inspected her handiwork on Tanya. As always I did not have a thing to complain about her exceptional rope work. If I could find a single fault, I would reproach her, but in this aspect at the very least she is above criticism.
I lift a hand and slowly run my fingers along the back of Tanya's thigh up to her ass, which are exposed through one of the many rips in her gown. I can hear the girl moaning into the gag. I know she is aroused. The submissive urges are very strong in the young woman, and she is discovering this world at my guiding hand. I tease her a little "Now now, pet, if a simple caress can make you moan, I cannot wait to see what exquisite sounds I can tease out of you today."
I studied her as she lay there. She truly was an exquisite beauty. Her thick hair fell in natural curls around her shoulders. I reached up and idly stroked her lovely mocha colored locks. Her body shivered slightly at the caress and I grabbed a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back. I gave her pretty face a firm slap and she moaned louder into the red bandana.
I reached down and ripped her gown some more, exposing her bare ass. She had the loveliest white orbs of flesh, perfectly unmarked and the color of pale alabaster. I was practically drooling at the thought of marking it. To my sadistic eye it was a lovely canvas to be painted in hues of red, pink , purple, black and blue. I ran my fingers over it as I imagined how I would go about creating my work of art.
I looked down at Sammie, still busy with the worship of my shoes " Pet, be a dear and fetch My riding crop." She looks up immediately and crawls off to the far side of the room , returning with the crop in her mouth, locked between her pursed lips. She knows better than to dare take it between her teeth and risk leaving a bite mark on one of My toys, a lesson she has learned the hard way in the past.
I took the crop from the crawling girl's mouth and examined it for teeth marks. There were none of course. That is why I love Sammie so much and have taken her as my slave but also my lover and partner. When she has been taught a lesson she learns it well and does not repeat the same mistake.
Bringing the crop to Tanya's ass, I gently ran the supple leather tip over the curve of her ass, loving the way her skin gently yielded to the crop's passage before shifting back into position in its wake. Tanya shifted lightly in her bonds, her thighs rubbing almost imperceptibly together as she let out a low whimpering sound of arousal.
Sammie stood next to me and licked her lips gently as I raised the crop. With expert precision after years of practice, I struck the gentle curve of her ass cheek with a loud smack, the pale white skin almost instantly turning red as I pulled the crop away. The pretty princess whimpered loudly and shifted as much as her binding would allow. I watched her ass redden almost instantly, amazed as always at how fast pale white skin could change color. Even faster than the sight of it happening made my panties dampen.
