My Dom and I were not quite sure what to expect while we were directed through doors and hallways on my cell phone, being given instructions and pass codes to gain entry throughout the building. The time finally came when we arrived at our destination. When I had spoken with the people who ran the dungeon on the phone, the gentleman I spoke with stressed the fact that we required the Head Mistress' approval and that they were very particular and strict with protocol and volume restrictions. Perhaps you can imagine my surprise when we were greeted by a young woman in jeans, a sweat shirt and rain boots claiming to be the Head Mistress. She led my Dom and me into what looked like a large apartment.
We walked into a small room with a couch and a large chair that resembled a giant, cushioned high heel. My Dom and I sat on the couch while the Head Mistress, Rebecca, preferred the high heel and asked us if we required any additional equipment. Both of us declined and followed her toward our room. My Dom and I looked curiously at each other as we were led through this strange looking apartment. It looked as though it was a storage area for furniture and drapery and I was wondering if this woman may have actually lived there. Considering I was expecting a 'dungeon', this took me by surprise and it was more comical than arousing. Luckily my Dom was amused as well which comforted me. An expression of, "are you serious?" painted both of our faces.
As humorous as the situation was, I found myself actually feeling a stab of disappointment. I was looking forward to being led down a rickety wooden staircase to a chilly, cement basement lit dimly with candles. As we descended the stairs, people clad in leather and PVC would walk by us, harnessed in chains or led by leashes. We would pass large doors where screams and flesh being whipped by leather echoed through the hallways. I craved to play in an environment so different then my own apartment; a place that was made for loving abuse and screaming sobs of adoration and devotion. I had wanted desperately to slip into a world where my own fantasies were out in the open, where they were embraced, understood and acceptable. As my hopes had diminished, so temporarily had my enthusiasm and I walked silently behind my Dom to our room.
He and I entered the small room. I suddenly was consumed by a mixture of excitement, apprehension and intrigue. My doe eyes surveyed the dimly lit room and looked curiously over each piece of large equipment available to us. As I glanced briefly over each piece, I could not help but to wonder how my body would be bound, contorted or suspended to be abused. These thoughts made me very aroused and anxious to begin.
To my right there was a bondage bed with a large wooden frame and multiple rings hung from above and were attached to the sides along the length of the bed. It was cushioned with black vinyl and had a small pillow at the head of the bed. Beside it was a wooden chair that resembled an electric chair with curved metal rods on each arm rest and both of the front legs to lock in the wrists and ankles of the person sitting there. There was a metal looking cap that hung from the top, but my Dom and I later realized that there were no wires running through the chair.
The largest spectacle in the room was the pulley of chains that hung from the ceiling on the left side of the room. It was magnificent looking, and a childlike smile formed across my face. At the end of the pulley system was a long metal bar that rested horizontally with wrist restraints hung from each end. This system was enclosed in a large wooden frame with a wooden platform to stand on and a full length mirror on the wall behind it.
What would later be my Dom's favorite piece of equipment was to the left of the suspension bar. An inversion table with rings at the head and the bottom of the table sat up on an angle. Immediately to the left of that was a whipping bench in the corner of the room. My Dom and I could hardly contain ourselves. I found myself shaking out of nervousness in being in new surroundings and being presented with the reality that my Dom's sadistic imagination could truly be free in this viciously romantic environment. When the door was closed and locked, we both smiled at each other and knew our fun could now begin. I was reminded that due to the location of the room, my screams had to be kept at a low volume. The knowledge of this fact caused me to be preoccupied with restraining myself which later had a negative impact on my experience.
I stripped off all my clothes and buckled on my uniform; my collar and my wrist cuffs. I felt so beautiful in my restraints. The black leather against my fair skin accented by my short, dark hair made me look almost angelic and sultry at the same time. It also was a concrete mental and physical transition from my vanilla world into my D/s life which I cherish so much. I actually feel more comfortable in my leather bindings because it is an external reflection of my inner self. Living as an independent, professional woman leaves me exposed to fear, doubt, manipulation and judgment.
However, when I am with my Dominant, stripped naked aside from my collar and cuffs, calmness washes over me. It is where I can devote all of myself to serving the one I love, the one who owns me, who takes care of me and whom I trust to give myself completely.
My Dom motioned to the inversion table. I looked at it curiously and stepped up to it, resting my back against it. I looked down at him, patiently waiting for him to use me. He surveyed my body slowly. I could see him thinking. It was as though too many deviant thoughts were racing through his mind to process, and the longer he looked at me, the more anxious I became. He walked toward me, and pushed my legs out to the sides, spreading them. He pressed his body against mine and kissed my shoulders, down my stomach and over my thighs. He upturned his face to lock his eyes with mine. I could see the excitement growing with his twisted smile. He then licked my wet cunt quickly. A high pitched gasp escaped my mouth from surprise. He smiled more and licked me again, teasing my clit with his tongue. I found myself so aroused, but too nervous in new surroundings to enjoy it.
I've also always had trouble letting myself relax and indulge in receiving pleasure between my thighs when I'm standing; afraid that somehow my knees will give out and I'll fall to the floor. As amazing as my Dom's mouth felt, kissing my clit and swirling his tongue between my lips, I was too inside my own head to let go. He could sense this, and he lowered his head and bit the inside of my thigh ferociously. I dropped my head back, winced and moaned desperately. He continued to bite down my legs, snapping my flesh between his teeth, attacking me with his mouth.
I could see that he wanted to play with the other equipment in the room. He walked over to the chair and sat down. He called me over to him. I walked over and knelt at his feet. There is where I feel safe, loved, and at home. I looked up at him adoringly. He moved my face close to his cock. I kept my lips closed as he caressed my mouth with his head. I know better than to assume to know what he wants and act before instructions are given. He was pleased with my attention to detail and my devotion. His cock felt so smooth across my lips, and his scent filled my nostrils making me struggle to keep my mouth closed. I wanted so much to wrap my lips around him. At last, he couldn't stand it either, but would be sure to keep me at bay, and told me to open my mouth.
He slid his hard cock into my mouth and pushed my head on him so his cock was down my throat. I knew that he wanted to make sure I was paying attention, and that I was reminded I was to serve his pleasure, not my own. He told me to look up at him. There I was, on my knees between his legs; his cock down my throat; my lips wrapped around the base of his shaft looking up into his eyes with love and gratitude. He smiled sweetly at me. He placed his hand on the back of my head to keep me still as he began to thrust in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. I tried to keep my mouth open and my lips wrapped around my teeth to protect him. He tasted so delicious, and hearing his moans from above were making me incredibly wet.
He slid my mouth off of him. I closed my mouth and licked my lips. He told me to stand up and step onto the platform underneath the suspension bar. I was shaking trying to stand up there was such a great amount of excitement flowing through me. From the bar, there hung what looked like grips for your hands, and below them were wrist restraints. Since I already had my wrist cuffs on, my Dom decided to take the grips and the restraints off the suspension bar and hook my cuffs directly to the ends of the bar. I stood on my tip toes to reach it and as I relaxed by body to surrender my weight to the bar, my excitement quickly turned to panic. My arms stretched out above me, with only my toes touching the ground it felt as though my arms were going to snap out of the sockets.
