This series of stories tells a tail of how Paris, a mid/late 30's woman takes control and her revenge on the family of her lover.
The stories contain themes of coercion, blackmail, incest, bondage, rape, violence. If you are not into any of these themes than please move on. If you are then I hope that you enjoy the stories.
As always, I would appreciate your feedback and, hopefully high ratings.
The Playroom
Paris walked into her spare room, Oliver had been busy converting it for her over the last few days, it was now her bespoke dungeon 'playroom'
Against one wall was a St Andrews cross. There were a series of ropes and pulleys at various locations but in pride of place in the middle of the room was a massive bed. The bed was a special bondage bed that Paris had ordered from a firm called X-rated Beds.
It was a 4-poster bed made from steel. The tops of the 4 posts were joined together with metal bars with a series of metal rings soldered along them. At the bottom end of the bed, the footboard was a wooden pillory with holes for head, hands and feet. All around the bed were various chains with leather cuffs attached. In many ways the most shocking aspect was that under the bed was a cage with a lockable door, just like a dog cage but considerably more robust looking with thick metal bars.
Beside the bed was the coffee table that used to be in Paris' bedroom with the Sybian on top.
On the wall opposite the St Andrews cross was a massive mirror that covered nearly the whole wall.
On the 4th wall there was a series of racking and draws that contained all manner of whips and plugs and other toys.
Needless to say, there were a series of cameras strategically placed to capture and record all the action.
The room had been painted blood red, and all the furniture was black. The room was dark but with focused spotlights that lit up all of the 'action areas'. The cage below the bed was harshly lit with old white led lights and had curtains that could be drawn around to hide the person inside from view.
Paris was happy with the room and decided that Oliver had earned his release. She phoned him and asked him to come over.
When Oliver rang the doorbell, he was greeted by a vision. Paris was naked except for a pair of thigh high black leather boots, a velvet black choker and a pair of nipple clamps joined by a thick gold chain. His cock once again battled with the bars of its cage.
"Come in honey," she purred. "You have been such a good sissy, I am very pleased with you."
Oliver swelled with pride from the woman that he now saw as his mistress.
"Shall we take this horrible cage off your poor cock," she asked.
"Oh mistress, I would love to please you. Might this little sissy boy service you?"
Paris unlocked the cage and slid it off his cock, noting that it didn't immediately spring to full hardness.
"Tell me, sissy, how would you like to be rewarded?" Paris asked.
"Well, mistress, I would love to taste your cunt again."
