I approached the door, set into a plain grey wall on a quiet, leafy avenue. It was exactly 12.45, I pressed the intercom button, the door catch clicked open immediately, and a female voice from the speaker said, 'Welcome, come in.'
I pushed the door, opening into a subdued hallway. At the other end, silhouetted by a dim red light against the top of a cast iron spiral staircase, stood the breathtaking Mistress O, looking sleek and feline, riding crop in hand.
'Well done, you've arrived in plenty of time. Now, remove your coat and shoes, and follow me.'
With that, she about turned, and gracefully descended the stairs. I stood frozen, mouth wide open, at the sublime figure disappear, the hard glint of light reflecting off her amazing figure. The suggestion of a latex catsuit.
My heart started to race and my stomach churned, I stepped toward the stair case. I just about remembered to remove my shoes and coat...Not sure if I wanted to upset Mistress O yet... better do as she asks. Then off to the staircase, a deep breath, starting down into...
The warm smell of the dungeon hit me, leather, rubber, ointments, lubes, candles and silicone, a bit of incense, perhaps a whiff of weed, a mΓ©lange of sweet and sordid fragrances.
As I reached the foot of the staircase, and my eyes adjusted to the room, I began to make out a kaleidoscope of equipment and furniture. A bed, a bench, crosses...A selection of whips on one wall. A wardrobe rail with strappy corsets, slinky rubber skirts, dresses and leggings against the other wall.
'So, do you like what you see?' I nodded. 'Speak up, I didn't hear you.'
'Yes, Mistress,' I stammered awkwardly.
In the middle of the far wall, sat Mistress, resplendent on Her throne, booted legs crossed, absent mindedly smoothing the latex against her leg, delicately passing her hand down over the bridge of her foot, and then letting her finger rest on the toe. I desperately wanted to touch her boots, to feel the smooth material, to lick her toes and suck the heel. If I'm good, I might earn that honour, I thought.
I then noticed, to my left, in a dark corner, was a cage. In this cage was a young woman, in a keeling position, moaning softly.
'George, this afternoon, I have 2 sluts to play with. A boy and a girl. Aren't I a lucky Mistress?'
'Yes, Mistress.' I say.
'Take a closer look at her George, go on, I think you'll like what I have done. I'm rather proud of it.'
I turn to face the girl, and my eyes fully take in the scene. A gorgeous, petit, pert, tattooed, 19-22 year old brunette, wearing only metallic pink calf-high boots and a fishnet body stocking was kneeling on the floor astride a gently humming Sybian machine. As I looked up from her quivering hips, I took in her arched back, her perfect breasts pulled upwards by Nipple clamps, joined by a thin chain, and tensioned by another chain, attached to the cage roof bars.
Her hands were cuffed behind her, and in her mouth, a red ball gag, muffling the low growl of pent up sexual frustration emanating from her, matching the sound of the Sybian.... ticking over....Her eyes betrayed her arousal. It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen.
'That looks fun', I understated.
'Good...This is Ash...I'm training her...She's a proper horny one, willing to try anything...Generally, that's what I look for in a slave, but this one's... Almost feral?' She laughed to her self, proudly.
'This week, I've been teaching her edging, but she's got no control, an orgasm monster...I have to keep her aroused, but not orgasming, it's a thin line...if I let her drop off, she starts misbehaving, gets up to all sorts of mischief. I think I have achieved the right balance now. The nipple clamps stop her from grinding too hard against the machine, she's a very greedy girl and doesn't know when to stop.'
'I've not let her come yet today, it's not cruel, because it's for her own good... I think it's working..'.
I watched her, moaning pitifully, wracked by arousal and frustration. The twin expressions of lust and pain fighting for control of her face. She tried to rub her self against the Sybian, only to have the clamps pull tight, and then released another low growl of pain/pleasure/torment....
I gaze at her debauched eyes again, the absolute wantonness of the scene was unbelievably hot.
'I can see it's having an effect on you, slut... I think you'd like to be in her place. Let's find out what you're made of. Remove your clothing, and kneel before your Mistress. I hope you're wearing the special pants I sent you? The latex ones? With the cock sheath?'
'Yes, Mistress' I reply. I remove my clothing, apart from special pants, and fold them neatly before kneeling down, head bowed, hands behind back. Latex encased cock standing proud.
'Good, you've shined them up well, and I see you've added a little rubber cock ring..' 'Yes, Mistress.'
'How cute.' She mocked.
'And I trust that you also charged the remote controlled butt-plug, and inserted it?' Yes M.
'And you're ready to be abused by me?' Yes M.
'And ready to be my sex-slave alongside Ash?' Yes M.