While being gentle is nice, a slave is a slave :)
This is one of the first times that the "Downstairs" is entered and the reader gets more information about it. Nathaniel's slave still has a good amount of journey to go, but I do have the story being written about the Master of the Dungeon.
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Walking into room five the following week found Madeline again naked on the floor. Her eyes were looking at her knees which only accomplished to accentuate her bare neck. She had done nothing new, remembering my request to not think for herself and just do what she was told.
"Hello. Have you been a good girl?"
She straightened, making her chest more accessible. "Oh yes, Sir. I have been a good girl."
"I see you are without clamps today. Why is that?"
"You told me to do what I was told, Sir." she explained. "Besides, You said something about going somewhere tonight, Sir."
I circled her, my hand running over her skin. The light touch brushed over her collarbone, down her arms and across her back. She shuddered when I paused behind her.
"Something seems to be missing, yes?" I asked leaning down to her, my breath warming the back of her neck.
"Oh, yes Sir." her voice was a whisper. I pulled a golden choker from my pocket and fastened it around her neck. My fingers ran over the tag with my initial on it. "Thank you, Sir. I feel much better having it back. May I look, Sir?"
"Yes."
She leapt to her feet, running to the mirror. Her fingers ran over every inch of her new jewelry as a smile grew on her face. Giddy, she came and knelt before me, prostrating herself at my feet. "Thank you, Sir. It is amazing. I feel so much better now with it around my neck. Please, Sir, let me show my thanks!"
I nodded my agreement and her hands flew to my pants, freeing my semi-erect cock. Her tongue lapped, darted and traced lines on the underside of my cock. I closed my eyes, feeling the sensation and allowing her to pleasure me. I felt her dedication and emotion as she serviced me.
Twenty minutes later I grabbed her hair on either side of her head. I felt her smile on my cock as she waited for me to direct her. As I thrust at my speed and force, she still used her tongue to tease me. Her eyes looked up at mine, adoration in them, as I made a last thrust before giving her the reward she craved.
"Good girl." I told her as she finished taking any trace from my cock. She sat, back straight, hands behind her back and eyes down. "Do you remember what I told you last week?"
"Yes, Sir. The man downstairs."
"Do you want to see him?"
"May I, Sir?"
"Dress." I commanded her. She paused. I smacked her ass. "I said dress. This is mine. No one gets to see or use it without my wish."
She dressed in the clothes I assumed she arrived in, without panties or bra. The outfit was tight, showing off cleavage.
I led her out of room five and back toward the staircase leading downstairs. The air chilled as we followed the long staircase to the bottom levels. It was set up exactly like a dungeon. Barred cells lined the walls, no solid walls between them. Anything going on in them was visible to all on the floor.
The noise on the lower level was muffled. Mostly because all of the girls down here had gags in their mouths. There were four female residents, and now one male along with their tender.
All four females were sitting on the floor, all with gags in their mouths. Two of them had their hands behind their back held in a binder while the other two were cuffed to their ankles. They were all facing the same way, toward the other end of the dungeon.
The former bouncer was trussed up in a cell at the other end of the floor. He had a gag in his mouth, holding it painfully open. He was naked and suspended from the bars at the ceiling. There was a cock ring surrounding his cock, keeping it painfully erect with no hope of reprieve.
I led Madeline to his cell. She trailed behind me as she thought she should, a smile on her face as she gazed at the man who assaulted her.
"Nathaniel, hello." the greeting came from the man in the cell with the slave. "Trussed up as requested. He's been in the ring for a day."
The Master was a man named Chase, a thrall known for his cruelty. He handed me a crop whose leather was wet. It gave more weight to the strikes making them more painful and enhanced the sound for more mental effect.
"Good work. Does he speak?"
"Only when prompted. It took three days of electric shock to teach him we didn't care what he said unless he was asked. Now, he wouldn't say a word even if you beat him."
"I'm about to find out." I told Chase and was rewarded with a motion telling me to help myself. "This is mine, the slave he raped. After I'm finished, I will leave her for an hour. I want him, still suspended to pleasure the slave he thought to assault last week."
"Fitting. I will get her set up. Come, slave." Chase spoke to Madeline. At my nod she moved to him and he got her comfortable on a padded cot. "Now relax. This is supposed to be for you. You are required to do nothing but enjoy..."
The man's eyes widened as I approached, crop in my hand. I could tell he hadn't been beaten for a few days, but the shock collar around his neck had been his correction. The beating were for our pleasure, the collar for teaching here.
