Dear Readers, this is my first submission and I would really like to thank my editor extraordinaire whyte_wyvern for his assistance. Any errors that have occurred are after his gracious help.
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Part One
The tale of a modern day Dungeon Assistant
My name is Igor (Ygor). Well not really, it's actually, Jake. I like to think of myself as the dungeon's assistant, kind of like Igor (Fritz) was to Dr. Frankenstein or Count Dracula. I help run a part time dungeon here in Phoenix with my partner Lady V. My friend is short and looks like a retired schoolteacher, which she is. When she puts on her costume and her "character," then she becomes, Lady V, Mistress of the Dungeon. OK, sounds a bit cheesy, but such is life.
She has some regular clients, meaning several times a year. One guy, I'll call him Mr. B, was scheduled to have some Lady V time last evening. Before he arrived, I got things ready, supplies and such, and made sure everything was right where Lady V wanted them.
Mr. B's appointment was at 5:30 pm and he was on time. He parked his newer Cadillac in the lot, near the side entrance and pressed the chime to the outside security door. I verified that it was his tall frame and gray hair with the CCTV (monitor #1, outside) and from my desk, I buzzed the lock on the steel door.
Mr. B walked slowly into the dimly lit anteroom as the heavy outside door closed. It took a few seconds for his eyes to adjust from the bright outside and Lady V timed her entrance accordingly. I buzzed the door lock from the dungeon side and she arrived with a swirl. The black wig and feathered mask showed only her dancing eyes and great smile. Her black dress and low-heeled boots completed her ensemble.
Upon entering the anteroom, she talked softly and friendly to Mr. B, hugged him, as his shirt was slowly unbuttoned. A quick step moved her behind him as her hands rubbed his chest and teased his nipples as she slid his shirt off. He undid his belt and pants and slipped them onto the floor. He removed his shoes but not his socks.
I'm still on the CCTV monitor #2(the anteroom) and It's like two ole friends meeting after months apart. She slid behind him again, reached around with both hands, and pinched his nipples. As she withdrew her hands, she pulled his wrists gently behind his back to get the leather restraints, like handcuffs, velcroed on. He complied easily. She was quietly talking to him, and he chuckled softly.
She put a blindfold over his eyes and looked at camera #2. That was my signal to open the door into the dungeon. She led him inside the dimly lit dungeon and took him directly to the table.
The Table is stoutly built, layered with foam-backed carpet, and covered with vinyl. It sets about 1 metre above the clean carpeted floor Lady V sat him on the edge of the table, unsnapped the heavy leather strap between the furry cuffs and gently pushed him onto his back. Attaching the cuffs to the table brackets took only a second as she spread his arms toward the far corners of the table. Ankles were next and he was then firmly affixed to the table.
Remember, Bondage is consensual, a way to heighten the sexual arousal and release.
A quick glance and nod at the #3 security camera (dungeon A) and I go to work.
It is my job to get his shoes, pants and shirt from the anteroom and take them to the other side of the dungeon to the "recovery room". I also got his car keys and moved his car to the garage on the other side. I backed his Cadillac into the garage and closed the door. After grabbing his clothes and an envelope that was on the passenger seat, I moved quietly into the Rec Room where I left his belongings.
This was all done in just a few minutes without me ever going into the dungeon. The double wall's secret passages are narrow, but functional.
I got back to the control booth, my desk, just in time to see Lady V using scissors to cut off his jockey shorts. This is one of Lady V's requirements, disposable underwear. She took her time, talked gently to Mr. B and when she made the last cut, the boxers fell away and his mostly limp dick flopped out.
Some warm lotion was on the stand, part of my prep work, and she put a modest amount on his Johnson and started to slowly stroke him into a hard condition. The Dungeon Mistress had removed her black zippered dress, feathered mask and Elvira wig. Only her boots and crotch high stockings remained.
Her nicely shaped B- cup tits stuck proudly forward and, after climbing onto the table, and getting on her hands and knees, presented them to Mr. B for his enjoyment.
After quite a few nipple sucks and licks, she slid down to continue her handiwork on his major boner. Her hands continued their magic until the earth shook for Mr. B. As he was cleaning his tube, she straddled his head and pushed her smooth shaved pussy lips into his mouth. It never takes her long to get him off the first time.
He emptied his tool onto his stomach and then relaxed, completely.
His handcuffs were undone, as were his ankles, and he was cleaned and rolled onto his side. She moved into a spoon position in front of "the spent one" and he held her tightly.
Me? I surf the net. The control booth is elevated, and separated by a wall with a narrow opening. The CCTV monitor, the .410s, and all of my controls are handy. My laptop is my conduit to the outside world and a place to transcribe my thoughts.
A bit later Lady V put on a long sleeve mens dress shirt, revived Mr. B and got him to stand at the foot of the table. He was still blindfolded as she guided him safely over to the Chair. The chair is about 6ft tall and has arms like a throne. There are two foot rests. His ankles and wrists were strapped with wide fur lined leather binders. There is a seat, V shaped of sorts, that holds his weight but only under his thighs, not his butt. His tool (screw driver?) and nuts are hanging down and his ass is available. Leather straps pull his knees apart and he is safely at her mercy.
She reached behind his soft piece of equipment and grabbed his nut sack. A long piece of soft large rope was securely tied, and I MEAN securely tied around his sack. Lady V motioned for me to come quietly into the dungeon and pull the knot tighter. Her left hand is suffering from arthritis, and the knot needed to be tighter than she can pull. In only a few seconds and I was behind her and pulled the knot as tight as I could. As I reach my maximum pull, he said, "enuff", which is his safe word. I left quietly and he never knew I was there.
The ends of the rope are run up to another rope that is attached to several small lead weights. This keeps his balls and dick available for her usage. She smacked his dick with a riding crop.
As I returned to the booth I brushed my hand across her shapely ass. She ignored me and grabbed a soft cat-o-nine and began to practice gently on Mr. B's chest and thighs. Her talk was soft and sensual. She told him what she might do and presented different steamy scenarios of sexual situations. He was "shushed" to silence as this was not conversation time, rather a time for him to visualize the drama Lady V was genteelly speaking into his ear.
Nipple clamps are applied and shock corded gently upward. Her voice is quiet and soft into his ear as she rubs her nose against his cheek. He squirms and tries to grab her, but she is too quick. They both giggle. A feather, a cat-o-nine, her hand, and others are the tools of her trade. She worked him toward another climax.
As the clock ticks toward his ending time, Lady V removed her shirt, donned her mask and wig, and returned our guest to the table. His blindfold was removed as were all of the other restraints. This time she put him on his hands and knees and slid under him with her head on a pillow. He began to hand whack his own tool until it squirted hot sticky stiff onto her flat firm tummy.
He collapsed and slid off to her side. They lay motionless for a few minutes and then she wiped herself off, and buttoned her shirt.
Getting Mr. B up and to the Rec Room was quietly done. I remotely opened the rec room door and they both entered.
I watched on CCTV camera #5. After he got dressed, she hugged him lightly, and winked as she reentered the dungeon. The door clicked solidly shut.
He went into the garage, pushed the "open" button and slipped into the leathered Caddy seat. The engine silently came to life and Mr. B was gone.
I closed the garage door. It had been almost two hours.
We had another appointment at 9:00 and I needed to get to work.
Clean everything, change the soft pads and put the old ones into the UV cabinet, make sure there are enough towels, scents, and everything else.
For me? Just business as usual.
Don and Anne
We have a new couple coming at 9:00. Lady V met with them last month and their decision to try the dungeon wasn't made until several days later. The wife was hesitant but wanted to please her husband. She only wanted to watch, but Lady V's rules are simple. If you are in the dungeon, you are bound.
The Marquis De Sade part was agreed upon from a hand written list of experiences that they wanted to try. The wife's list was short, no nudity and no pain; the husband's want list was a bit longer.
The couple was given, by courier, a Garmin with the location programmed into the little guy's brain. I put a temporary sign on the outer door to assist in locating the entrance from the parking lot. Our warehouse location can be a little confusing. We are at the back of a metal fabrication shop north of Sky Harbor.
Their car arrived and they got out and headed for the door. They were in their 30's or 40's, and were pleasant looking. They were wearing "Goodwill"outerwear and disposable underwear. Their going home clothes were in a small bag that she carried. I buzzed the door open and they entered the anteroom.
Lacy B's voice on the intercom welcomed them and asked for the pardon of a small delay. The wide velcroed restraints' hung on the anteroom wall and Lady V asked the couple to put them on each other and for him to remove his shirt.
It took them a short while to complete this task and then Lady V entered. Her small talk was assuring as she lead them into the dimly lit dungeon. His shirt, the Garmin and a small white envelope remained when Lady V took them inside. I slid quietly down and captured the white envelope and the Garmin
Moving slowly they are led to the St Andrews Cross and Don (the husband) is told to chain Anne (the wife) to the St Andrews Cross. Anne is faced out and Don was shown how to chain the nicely shaped wife to the cross. Her ankles were comfortably wide, arms horizontal and extended, and a cravat so she cannot see straight down. As he finished, Lady V pointed to the chair.
Don walked to "The Chair" where he was strapped securely to the heavy frame. The Chair and the Cross now faced each other.
Lady V turned to Anne and read her experience list, "No nudity ,no pain ".
"I know that you only want to watch. Very well, but, you cannot talk. This is my dungeon and you are bound (a slight pause and "the look") by my rules. If you understand, just nod your head." Anne nodded ever so slightly.
"Good, then we can proceed" Lady V pleasantly said.
"Anne, are you wearing panties under that skirt?" she continued.
