He arrived at the house, the coast was clear. Slowly he opened the iron gate, it creaked on it's rusted hinges. He slid through the opening and carefully closed it behind him. He approached the door, turned the handle on the off chance the owners were dumb enough to leave it unlocked. It turned and the door opened silently inward.
"Today is my lucky day!" He mumbled to himself. He was in.
He entered the house and carefully and quietly closed the door behind himself. The kitchen was to the right of the door, the house was largely dark and quiet. Being the middle of the day there was little chance of finding anyone inside; they all should be at work. The was a small study, with a computer on table. He made a note of that for on his way out. Next came the living room, a VCR and TV prominently displayed, these too would be grabbed on the way out. There was a flight of stairs, ascended looking for the bedrooms and the jewelry. At the top of the stairs he entered the room on the right, it was unlike anything he had every seen! There was a sling suspended from the ceiling, a torture table, hand cuffs, and whips! His cock went instantly erect! He had read about such, but never in his wildest imagination had he planned to ever see a S&M dungeon room! He opened the closet and found it full of torture implements. Without thinking he removed his gloves and ran my hands over the myriad of implement. Floggers, gates of hell, cock rings, testicle weights, whips, restraining devices, hoods, and gags. His cock was rock hard, he looked down and it was in his hand, being stroked as he looked at all these sexual toys. He stuffed it back into his pants, and headed out of the room to see what was in the next room.
Next came the hall closet. It was filled with leather outfits, corsets of every color and description, wigs, and boots. There must have been a hundreds of pairs of boots, thigh high boots, spiked heal boots, flat heal boots, country boots, low cut boots, though most were leather many were glossy latex. He moved on. The last room on the hall was very dark he felt around for a light switch, but found none, so he flipped on his flashlight. It was ANOTHER dungeon room! There was a ornate wooden chair on a platform, a cross leaning against the wall. On another wall was a old time set of Stocks! And as he turn around he saw a large table, and upon it was a gorgeous woman in leather. She was in what looked like a black and red corset. Her breasts prominently displayed, but not covered, her nipples were erect in the cool air of the room. Her legs were covered in silk stockings that clipped to the bottom of the corset. About her neck she wore a red choker. Once more, without thinking he found himself with his pants at his ankles and his throbbing cock in hand. He was an instant from orgasm when she stirred. He froze, a single stroke from ejaculating, when she opened her eyes. He instantly turned and tried to run, but tripped on his pants and fell to the floor hitting his head against the corner of the table on the way to the floor.
He awoke some time later. He felt odd, like he was a rag doll propped up in some unnatural position.
"Are you waking up, scum?" he heard an woman' voice through the fog of his aching head. He felt a slap to his cheek, then it all came back to him. Where he was...what he was doing.
His first instinct was to escape, he tried to move but couldn't.
"Hey!" He screamed.
"Let me go!" He demanded.
He was answered by another slap to the face, this one harder than the last. Then a slender yet powerful hand grabbed his face pinching his lips together. In the dimly lit room and face came into focus, it was gorgeous. "In my dungeon, I give the orders!!"
"Who are you and what are you doing here?" She commanded.
"None of your fucking business bitch! Now let me go!" It was then that he noticed he was completely naked, his arms and feet bound spread eagle to that cross he seen earlier on the wall. He looked down and to his horror his cock was once more rock hard, throbbing in fact, with pre-cum dripping from the end.
"I guess a lesson is in order!" She mumbled.
"Get this straight, scum bag! I am the Mistress in this Dungeon! I am the boss here. From now on you will refer to me as Mistress! Is that clear?" She then reached out and grabbed a hold of my testicles and gave them a terrific squeeze. "I asked you a question and I will not let go of these balls until I have a satisfactory answer!" She emphasized her intent with increasing her hold on me, adding a strong pull to the squeeze.
The pain was intense.....He fought to hold back tears.
"Yes." he gasped.
"Yes MISTRESS!" She corrected me, emphasizing my error with even more force on his testicles.
"Yes, Mistress." he painfully repeated.
"What is your name, slave?"
"Peter, is my name"
"What are you doing in my dungeon?"
""I .... I "
"Well?" She clinched her hand tighter. His balls felt like they implode under the pressure!
"I came her to rob you!" he blurted out, praying she would release his balls if she heard the truth.
"And this hard cock? What did you intend on doing with that?"
"What?" He looked down again my cock at full erection, throbbing wildly as she tortured his balls with her tremendous grip.
"No! Honest I came her to rob, not rape you! Honest I did not know you were even here!"
"Bull shit!" She spat in my face. "Look at this!" She pointed to his cock, "You came here to rape someone! Admit it!" She screamed, and increased her grip even more.
"Ahhhhh! My balls! Please that hurts so much! Please let them go! I beg you!!!"
"Admit it, scum bag! You came here to rape me!"
