"Ok. Tell me again why I'm here?" Melissa smoothed her blouse as she checked herself out in the bathroom mirror.
I finished putting on my lipstick, and turned to face my friend, "God god Melissa. I told you. Jay helped me out in part because I promised him a fun night with me and a friend. You are the friend."
Melissa gave me her usual winning smile, "It's killing the gay cowboy that he couldn't be there!"
"We'll have to make it up to him. Ready?" I checked out my look in the mirror as I grabbed the car keys. Nicely fitted jeans, loose blouse, pumps. Perfect. Glancing at Melissa, I smiled at her natural beauty. Blonde shoulder length hair, blue eyes, a friendly smile, a killer body. Even a straight girl could get wet. I had to look away just so we could make it out the door.
For those of you not following along, my name is Kirsten. I am 25 years old, a true redhead. My build is somewhat athletic, not real curvy but a respectable 32C up top. Standing 5'3", I weigh about my 135 pounds which, I have to admit, I carry fairly well. "Critically cute" as I've been told on more than one occasion.
Tonight, Melissa and I were off to fulfill my promise to the Dungeon owner. Jay had helped in my quest to get back at the asshole co-worker who had blackmailed me into fucking him and his friend. Melissa? Well she was my first same-sex partner. Melissa and her husband Jordan were also into exploration, and we had already had a number of mutually satisfying adventures. Jordan had been called out of town at the last minute for work, but he had assured Melissa that he was cool with her going along without him. As long as he got pictures. Men are such perverts.
We were meeting Jay at his place which I knew fairly well by this time. He had constructed his "Dungeon" in a third floor walk up attic space. It was a space he rented out, and it was the room my coworker introduced me to when he blackmailed me. It was also the room where I extracted my revenge.
We parked on a side street and walked up to the front door. Jay answered our knock with a big smile on his face, "Kirsten! Demented clown girl! Come in!"
"Jay, you remember Melissa." I gave Jay a kiss on the cheek as I walked in the door.
Melissa followed me grinning from ear to ear, "So this is reward time huh?"
Jay laughed, and closed the door behind us.
"Upstairs?" My eyes glanced to the stairs that led to the third story room.
"Not tonight. I have something else to show you ladies." Jay looked at each of us in turn, "If you are interested..."
Melissa and I looked at each other, then turned back toward Jay. I was curious about what else Jay might have to offer. When I talked to him previously about setting up a time to fulfill my promise of some fun, I had found out a number of interesting things about him. Jay had always been single, he worked in the tech field, and, most interesting, he "trained" both doms and subs.
I shrugged and answered for both of us. "Sure. Lead on."
We walked through a downstairs hallway and through the kitchen. He opened a door on the far side of the room that looked like a pantry, but was really a small closet with another door in back.
"Ready?" He paused with his hand on the doorknob of the second door.
When we both silently nodded, he swung open the door and flicked a switch on the wall inside the entrance. An overhead light revealed wooden steps that led down into the basement.
"This way then!" He cheerfully instructed.
The stairs led down to a short hallway with a bathroom straight in front of us. The wall on the right was cement block. On the opposite wall, about ten feet down the hall was another door. He opened that door and stepped inside.
"...Are you sure he's not like...a serial killer or something..."Melissa whispered under her breath.
I giggled. "...hope not..."
We entered the room that was his real dungeon. It was darker, both in lighting, and in mood, to the room upstairs. And it was big. It must have been the length and width of almost the entire upstairs. The walls looked like they were made of stone, and the ceiling was crossed by rough cut wood beams - both fake as Jay showed us. To the left were his stocks. He had a standing stock, a kneeling stock, and one that just had opening for one's feet. He also had a heavy wooden chair with shackles bolted to the armrests and the legs which looked too much like an old electric chair. In the far corner, he had an examination table that would have been at home in an OB-GYN examination room. Various medical looking implements were laid out on a rolling cart next to the table.
In another area, a sex sling hung down from the ceiling. Against the right wall, stood several industrial looking metal contraptions: A large cage, a "fuck" bench, a stockade with chest pad. A couple machines with dildos fastened to the ends of poles stood next to the other pieces.
A low table was in the middle of the room. It was a little lower than a bed, thickly padded, with an number of pillows strewn about. Leather cuffs were mounted at the top and bottom of the table. On the walls, hooks held a wide variety of cuffs, chains, ropes, leather makes, spreader bars, whips, and crops. Various toys were displayed on an industrial metal shelf.
I gasped as I took it all in, "...Jay...what the fuck..."
Melissa was simply speechless.
Jay just shrugged. "I've been collecting and building shit for years. A bit kinky I know, but you would be surprised how many people are into this type of thing. And I'm single so...not hard to pursue my hobby..."
"... you use this space for..." I was still looking around in amazement.
"Well. Mainly for some of the training we talked about before." He just grinned, "But mainly for special parties..."
"...my god..." Melissa whispered, "...doesn't anyone just...well...fuck anymore?"
I watched as Jay circled close around behind my friend. He traced his fingers along her neck and whispered in her ear, "My darling Melissa...all we DO is fuck..."
Melissa shivered as a chill ran along her spine, "...well then..."
Stepping in front of her, Jay began undoing the button of Melissa's blouse as he stared into her eyes. I heard my friend moan as Jay finished with her blouse and undid the top button of her jeans.
"Do you like to fuck Melissa?" He whispered.
She just nodded as Jay slipped the blouse off her shoulders letting it fall to the carpeted floor. I watched transfixed as Jay slipped Melissa's jeans over her hip, bending down to push them down around her ankles. He gently lifted up each foot removing her shoes, and then he slipped her jeans the rest of the way off.
I could tell Melissa was trembling as she stood there in her bra and panties. Jay stood back up. He reached forward and undid the front clasp on Melissa's bra Her nipples were stiff as her took her bra and tossed it aside. Grinning, he left her standing there almost naked as he walked over to me.
I shivered as I waited for him to undress me; however, he just stopped beside me and motioned for Melissa to come over. She looked like she was in a daze. From past encounters I knew that the look on her face reflected pure animal lust. I knew that she was beyond turned on, and that her pussy was most likely already soaking wet.
Jay traced his fingers across my cheek moving them slowly down my neck and into the V of my shirt. He brushed across the top of my breasts, and I shuddered with anticipation.
"Kirsten told me you like girls..." Jay teased.
Melissa's smile was seductive and she lips her lips as she nodded in response.