Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Tue Oct 25, 2011 8:34 am

I pulled into my driveway and idled there for a second. I couldn’t believe that after all of these months of papers, moving boxes and stress, I was finally a homeowner. The house had originally been built back in the 40’s, but had since been renovated to keep up with more modern times. It was two stories, all hard wood flooring, and contained two bedrooms and 2.5 baths. There was a nice study, dining room and foyer, and the living room was surrounded by windows, creating a lovely environment for reading on a sunny day. I grimaced as I thought of the kitchen and the not-so-modern appliances, but I would fix it up sooner or later. I turned the car off, and grabbed my shopping bags from the back seat. I walked up to the front porch and saw a package waiting for me. I picked it up, and opened the door.

The sun shone in from the window above the door, and caused the chandelier to send rainbow spots of light all over the walls. I walked into the dining room, and set my items down. I knew what would most likely be in the package, but I decided to wait and draw out the suspense a bit more. I opened up the fridge and reached for the leftover pesto pizza that I had made last night. As the oven started to preheat, I put the other groceries away, and carried my shopping bags up to my bedroom. It was nicely sized, and the closet held a decent amount of clothes. The master bath had a wonderful tub, and the shower walls were tiled in varying shades of sapphire stones. I checked my appearance in the mirror, and after deeming it acceptable, I walked back downstairs. After shoving the pizza in the oven, it was finally time to open up what I had ordered. I used a sharp knife to cut the tape, and then it placed aside. I lifted up the flaps and smiled to myself. It was even better than the online picture, and I had been seriously impressed with that. I held it in my hands, turning it over and examining it a few times before putting it back in the box.

A couple minutes later, the pesto aroma began to fill the house, so I took it out, and placed it on a plate. I took the plate and my package into my study. I set both down and looked around. It didn’t contain much, but the desk was large and useful, and the two bookshelves covering the back wall were completely filled. I meant to place a TV in there at some point, but that would have to wait a while. I turned towards my books, and reached up to select a thick novel. I lifted it out, and smiled again as I saw the previously concealed handle screwed into the back of the shelf. I gave it a quick tug, and one end of the bookshelf disconnected from the wall. I placed my fingers inside the crack, and pulled it open. The secret door led down to a dark set of steep stairs. I grabbed the package and pizza again, and I also opened up a desk drawer to retrieve a flashlight that I left there just for this purpose. I turned it on, and began my descent. Reaching the bottom of the stairs, I went back up and closed the bookshelf so no nosy neighbors would peer in and see my secret domain. Back down to the bottom, I reached for the necklace around my neck. It held three keys, and I selected a thick silver one. I turned to another, much heavier metal door in front of me and unlocked it. Inside was an old nuclear fallout shelter. It hadn’t been used since the house was occupied by its first inhabitants. When I had been house hunting, I saw that it was still quite functional, however, and I decided that it would be perfect for my more devious personality.

I scooted my belongings inside the door with my feet, and then closed it behind me. It was quiet except for a light metallic rustling in the distance. Not that it mattered how much sound was made here anyway. Nobody would be able to hear even the loudest screams under feet of concrete. There were lights strung along the walls, so I turned my flashlight off and placed it on the floor. I picked up my package and pizza for the final time, and carried them into the main room. It was longer than it was wide, but it was still able to contain a variety of equipment. All sorts of whips and crops hung from hooks along the wall. There was a supply station about halfway down the room. It held multiple rolls of duct tape, hard wax, a coil of rope and underneath of it all was a cooler filled with ice. Other places held a variety of bondage gear, handcuffs, chains, gags, and strap on items. It was a sex dungeon dream.

I walked down to the very end of the room, and stopped in front of a short metal cage. It only came up to my waist, and it wasn’t long enough to lie down in, so the only option was to uncomfortably sit on the cold bars. The cage was able to rise up and down on a pulley system, but it was presently at ground level. Inside the cage lay my prisoner. He was bound in a hospital straitjacket, and a black bandana wrapped around his eyes. A large ball gag was set in his mouth. When I had placed him in all of this, I was surprised that he hadn’t uttered a word. Not even a small moan. He had a strong mentality, and it would be hard to break him, but I was confident that I could succeed. The clanking that I had heard earlier came from the chains around his ankles. They were strapped to the bars of the cage, and whenever he rustled, they moved. I reached for my necklace and extracted a second key. This one was small and gold. Instead of unlocking the cage right away, I lightly tapped the key against the side. He lifted his head as he heard the light sound, and pushed himself back against the cage so that he was prepared for what was next. “Having fun?” I asked. He’d been wrapped up for a few hours, and I was sure that he was hungry, thirsty and tired. I went to get my pizza and wafted it towards him. “Mmmm,” I hummed. I took a bite and very vocally stated how good it tasted. He squirmed, but didn’t say anything. I huffed. Well then, I thought.

I went to get my package from the entryway. I walked back towards him and reached into the cage. I loosened the bandana around his head, and he looked at me as it came off. His eyes showed no emotion, and he almost looked disinterested. I placed the box in his line of view, and then went through the process of opening it back up again. As I lifted the object out of the box, I saw his eyes widen and his eyebrows rise for the quickest second. I chuckled lightly to myself, and then waved it in front of his face. Oh, this was going to be fun.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Chase Ricks » Tue Oct 25, 2011 8:38 am

Very nice beginning.
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby xtc » Tue Oct 25, 2011 10:53 am

I trust you're not going to be nasty to that man.
Boxer shorts are cool,
but little speedos rule!

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Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Tue Oct 25, 2011 4:53 pm

I took the gold key off of my necklace again, and I unlocked the cage door. I unlocked the cuffs around his ankles, and pulled him out by the shoulder straps of the straitjacket. He landed with a thud, and I let him lie there for a minute as I went to go get some more devices and place the item back in its box for the time being. When I returned, he threw me a hard glare, and grew tense as he saw that I was going to release him from the jacket. But I didn’t give him any chance for escape. I grabbed a long metal bar with cuffs molded into the ends, and strapped that to his ankles. Now, he would have to waddle wherever he went for his legs would be spread very far apart with little mobility. After that, I undid the jacket just enough to pull his arms out. I quickly fastened them to each side of a yoke, pulling his arms through until his shoulders were just inside the loops, and I placed the bar behind his neck. His head wouldn’t be able to turn like this, and he’d have to seriously twist around in order to accomplish anything with his hands.

Removing the rest of the straitjacket from his chest, I gazed at his naked lower region, pondering what to do. I looked around the room, and my eyes came to rest on an object that was charging on an end table. I hadn’t used it yet, so now would be the perfect time to test it out. It was a remote controlled board that carried an electric current, and it was made to fit around a cock. Two sheets of glass encased the cock, and there were several electric wires that roped around to the battery pack in front. These wires would send an electric current through the glass when the remote button was pressed down, causing the wearer to receive quite a shock. I had personally installed a few additions as well. Off to each side of the board were two straps that wound around and clicked into a plastic circle in the back. The circle included another strap that would ride up his back and tie into the yoke bar. It would lift the board up and hurt his balls if he moved too sharply, so he’d have to be very careful. I slid the straps around his waist and tightened them up until it was firmly pressed into his skin. I wound the top strap close to his neck, and then slid his cock up through the glass sheets before pressing them down.

I pulled him upright, but then pressed his back against the cold concrete wall and ordered him to stay. I walked across half of the room and then dragged a chair with a large hole missing in the bottom out to the middle, so it was facing him. I then went to the supply table and found two large buckets. I filled them up in the sink that was over to the side of the shelter, and walked them back to him. As I latched one to each side of the yoke, I told him that he was going to have to walk to the chair without spilling a drop, and if he did, the button was going to be pressed long and hard. He gave me a look suggesting that he was up for the challenge, and it even looked like a smile shone through the ball gag. When I had gone to sit in the chair, I told him to approach me.

He moved one leg forward, and that side already spilled out a few drops of water as it tilted slightly. I smiled and pressed the button down. His eyes closed, and his knees bent for a second, but he stood up enough so as not to let any more water spill. I was impressed. A fire showed in his eyes, but he kept waddling forward. He tried to take a giant leap, but that failed him miserably, so I held down the button for a good few seconds. But when he was done dealing with that, he just looked furious. He tried to deny the electric currents as he moved faster, but in the end, he simply couldn’t take it. He fell forward, spilling the water across the floor. He wasn’t able to catch himself, so I heard a loud moan as he hit the ground. I grabbed a whip and ordered him to get up. It was a struggle since he was only able to use his knees, but after a few good smacks to his ass, he managed it. I told him that sitting in the chair would only hurt that much more now, and I made him walk the rest of the way, alternating between ass smacks and the currents every other step. When he finally eased himself down into the chair, he slid through the hole a bit, and I used some rope to securely tie him around it. I left the bars and gags on him as I finally went to retrieve my item. When I returned, I told him that he had just walked himself into some of the worst punishment that he’d ever receive, and I wickedly narrowed my eyes and smirked as I went to work.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Wed Oct 26, 2011 11:28 am

With his chest tied to the chair, and his legs and arms still cuffed to the bars, I had full access to his lower region. I took the object and waved it around in my hand: a chastity cage. I would have total control of his sexual pleasures at all times, and he would be teased until he couldn’t take it anymore as a result. I leaned towards him, but he made an effort to block my way with the bar on his legs. I grabbed my whip and lashed it up through the hole in the chair. It stung his ass, and his eyes closed, but he still didn’t moan or break in any verbal way. Maybe the cage will change that, I thought. I put most of my weight on the lower bar to keep it down as I stepped close to his cock. I latched the cage on as tight as it would go, and then took the third and final key from my necklace. I locked it up, and then gave it a nice pat before walking back away from him.

His eyes hardened and he yanked his body weight against the rope causing the chair to scoot forward. I raised an eyebrow at him, and held up a finger. “You’re already confined for at least three days,” I stated. “More fingers equal more days, so you better be on your best behavior.” I smiled at him and went to grab a feather duster. I sauntered back over to him, waving it back and forth. When I reached him, I playfully slid it under the chair, and around his balls. I saw him wince for the slightest second, but then he relaxed and was back to normal. I scowled. I’d have to put in a greater effort. I went over to a case of jewelry and grabbed a two-finger ring. It went over my thumb and index finger, and the middle part curved to form a U shape. It meant to fit around his cock and please him. When the cold metal first touched his skin, he jumped a tiny bit, and I saw his fingers and toes clench as I started to move it up and down. Since the cage was mainly on top, I stuck to the underside, and switched up my speed and pressure every now and then. It was then that I felt the slightest hardening, and I smiled triumphantly. He wouldn’t be able to get an erection, so he’d have to deal bear with the teasing.

I heard his stomach growl, and I turned back to my last piece of pizza. I thought about what to do for a second, and then walked over to a space with a couple of machines. I picked one out that was supposed to massage your feet, but I figured that if I hoisted it up enough under the chair that it would do the same to his manhood. I found a couple of pillows, and stacked them up underneath him. When he felt the vibrating machine under him, he jerked forward again. I held up another finger and smiled. I plugged the machine into an outlet, and watched it roll over his balls. His body arched above it, so I grabbed some more pillows and simply heightened the machine farther. Once he couldn’t rise up anymore, he had to sit back down and feel the rolling and shaking. He clenched up again as he felt some pleasure from it. I went to retrieve my pizza, and I took a long bite out of it. He glared at me again, but I just winked and left him there as I went back upstairs to prepare my next step.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Thu Oct 27, 2011 6:21 pm

I opened the door leading out into the dark hallway, but didn’t bother locking it since he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I picked up the flashlight, and walked up the steps to my study. Pushing open the bookshelf, I adjusted my eyes to the setting sun, and then closed it behind me. I decided that spaghetti and tomato sauce sounded just right for dinner, so I gathered the ingredients and started to prepare it. As the sauce was simmering on the stovetop, I went upstairs to my bedroom in order to find an outfit that would better suit tonight’s round of fun. I looked into my closet, and pushed all the way back into the farthest corner. I smiled as I saw my corsets and knee high boots. It had been a while since I had worn anything like this, and I was sure that it would feel great to put it them again. I reached for a red corset with black lacing, and tried out the fit. I was pleased to find that it made my curves look even better than I had remembered. I found a tiny lace thong in a dresser drawer, and then pulled my fishnet tights and short black skirt out of another drawer. Finally, I grabbed a pair of black knee-high boots and slipped them up my legs. When my outfit was complete, I gazed at my reflection in a floor length mirror. I couldn’t deny it, I looked like the perfect seductress.

I swayed my hips back and forth in a sexy, confident way as I strolled back into the kitchen. The sauce was almost done, so I put on some water for the pasta, and then waited. Once everything was ready to eat, I put the sauce in one bowl, and the noodles in another. I snagged a rubber spatula from the utensil drawer, and then went back down to check on my prisoner. Upon entering my dungeon, I placed the food over on a table and turned off the massaging machine. He had been clenching his fists, and his knuckles had turned white, so upon the release I saw them turn bright red from the fast flow of blood. I smiled. It seemed like he had been having a rough time. I walked into his line of view, and noticed his heavy breathing. His nose sounded like a bull’s pant before it charged, and I knew that I had worked him up a decent amount. Too bad that he won’t be able to enjoy it, I thought. I saw his eyes move up and down my body, but he didn’t seem to show any interest. I frowned, but began to work harder. I wrapped my arms around his neck as I went to go sit in his lap, facing him. I gave him a lap dance, digging myself into his cock at times, and switching up the speed. My hands slid up into his hair, and I pulled my fingers through the strands. My mouth went to his ear and I nibbled it for a second before sliding my lips across his jaw. The muscles in his neck tightened as I began to kiss down, and I smiled, knowing that I was affecting him even if he wouldn’t (or couldn’t in one case) physically show it.

I did that for a few minutes, and then swung my legs off of him. He closed his eyes and relaxed as I went off to grab the food. I set a bowl on each side of him, and I heard his stomach growl as the aroma reached his nose. I used the spatula to scoop up a small amount of sauce, and I slapped it on to one of his legs. He winced as he felt the burning sting, but then tightened again as I used the spatula to move it up and down his inner thigh, getting tantalizing close to his cock. Once there was a thinly spread layer, I put the spatula down, and kneeled down on his leg bar with my face between his legs. I used the very tip of my tongue to trace a hard line down his thigh, and I felt his legs jolt underneath me. I licked closer and closer to the cage, but stopped and went back down to the bottom of his leg when I he started to shake. I swirled my tongue all over the sauce, moaning and licking my lips. I flicked his hip bone, and then went down around his pelvis, and that’s when I finally heard it. He let out a long, loud moan through the ball gag, and threw his head back. I laughed, and then ran to get a crop. I whipped the backs of his shoulder blades. “This is what you get for not expressing how you truly feel,” I said. The bar above connected to his hands jerked around, but he couldn’t go anywhere. I ripped the ball gag out of his mouth, and started to gasp and cough at the sudden influx of oxygen. I dragged the crop through the leftover sauce on his leg and made him lick it. He pressed his lips into a hard line, but I reached under him to squeeze his balls. He obliged after that, and I made him suck into all of the sauce was gone.

I whipped his legs and stomach a few more times, and then put my crop away. I went back to sit on his lap and run my fingers through his hair. He scowled, and turned away from me, but I felt him relax at the slow movement of my hand. Once he was ready, I got some scissors to cut the tape off of his chest. I pulled him up off the chair, and pushed him over to the wall. I secured the upper bar to two locks that I had built into the wall, and I readjusted the leg bar, making it longer so that he would have a wider standing stance. I left him like that, and with one final stroke of my hand across the cage, I went to get the pasta and start his feeding routine.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Fri Oct 28, 2011 4:30 pm

I picked up one of the noodles and whipped it around in my hands. Once I got close enough to him, I lashed out at his exposed stomach, and he winced as he felt the sharp snap. I did this all over his body, and once a noodle broke, I simply started with another one. There were little red dots across his chest and arms by the time that I was done, and now he was going to have to face a reflex test in order to eat his dinner. I took one of the noodles, and whipped it towards his mouth. He opened up, but wasn’t quick enough on his bite down, so it ended up slapping him across the face. He growled at me, but tensed up in preparation for the next one. I struck again, but this time he caught half of it. He sucked it in, chewed and swallowed, but his next chance quickly approached, and he missed out. I repeated this until all of the noodles were gone. He had gotten some red marks across his face, but he’d also eaten his fill. I smiled and thought about how much he was going to need that carbohydrate energy later.

I walked across the room to my desk, and pulled out a tight, small leather thong. It wouldn’t cover his ass at all, so there’d be plenty of room to punish him further if he didn’t obey me. I held up the thong with one finger, and twirled it back and forth. I told him what was going to happen next: He was going to build me a wooden cage while wearing the thong, and then I was going to strap him into it. Basically, he was digging his own grave. He said there was no way in hell that that was ever going to happen, and that made me raise an eyebrow. I strolled up to him until I was less than a foot away. I held up three more fingers in front of his face, and he growled again. But I told him that by wearing the thong, at least he’d be out of the cage for the time being, and that made him reconsider my proposition. He threw his head back in anger, but finally nodded. I smiled, and reached down to undo his leg bar. I should have known better, however. As soon as his legs were free, he latched them around my neck and pulled my head in towards his crotch. My nose hit the cage with a loud crack, and I gasped in pain. He started to wildly laugh, and I looked up at him in anger. I dug my nails into his outer thighs and dragged them down towards his knees. He winced, and released my head causing me to fall back on to the ground. We both looked equally furious at that moment, but I still had the upper hand.

I took the chastity key off of my necklace again, unlocked the cage and threw it off of him. I grabbed the upper part of his cock with one hand, and started to smack the lower end back and forth with my other hand. I made sure that the slaps were sharp and fast, and he started to curse as he felt the pain. He jerked against his yoke, but the locks on the wall held steady. I had to make sure that he got the picture to never do anything like that to me again, so I kept on smacking his cock, changing directions every now and then so that each side could feel the sting. Once he was throwing his head back against the wall, and thrashing about, I finally stopped. I glared at him as he tried to lower his fast breathing rate. He told me to go screw myself, and I told him that I’d do a far better personal job than he’d ever be able to do to me. His eyebrows rose at that, but I just winked and grabbed the thong from where it had fallen on the floor. I snagged one of his ankles and thrust it through a hole. Though he still wildly complained, he didn’t do anything to stop me, and I smirked as I knew that I had him. Once his other leg had followed suit, I thrust it up, until it was jammed as high as it would go. He winced at the force, but calmed down after a second.

I went over to a selection of mild torture devices, and I grabbed a pair of nipple clamps. I went back to him, and latched them on nice and tight. I then unlocked the yoke from the wall. Using the chain, I pulled him close to me, and he gasped out at the tug on his sensitive areas. I dragged him over to my wall of whips, and he didn’t resist very hard due to the clamps. Once there, I selected one, and finally freed his hands. I told him that it was time to start building, and I reached around to whip his ass as I pulled him towards his own demise.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Sat Oct 29, 2011 4:03 pm

At the very end of the fallout shelter laid a pile of wooden planks. Originally, they were going to be used to expand the house, but when the previous owners had decided that it was too much of a financial strain, the planks had gone down to the shelter and had been here ever since. I pulled the clamp chain, and he gasped as he whipped around in front of me. I cracked the whip through the air in a menacing way, and told him that all of the tools he would need were down here, and that he better get to work because I didn’t like waiting. He stood there defiantly in front of me and didn’t move. I went forward to grab the chain again, and reached up to whip his balls through the thong at the same time. I pulled him over to my stash of clamps, and chose another pair. These were electrically charged, and let out a loud vibrating sound. I took off the chained ones and placed these on him instead. He gasped and immediately tried to take them off, but he got another whipping for trying to overcome this new bond. He kept wincing as he felt the vibrations move through his skin, and I told him that they would come off as soon as he was done building.

We walked back over though he had to stop a few times and cringe at the vibrations. He got down on his hands and knees and began to build himself a small holding area. It would look like a lofted bed upon completion, and it would have to be sturdy enough to hold his weight. He started pounding nails into the boards, and I smiled as I comfortably sat and watched him sweat. The sides went up first, and they each looked a lot like a ladder. For the top, he made a square and then placed a large X in the interior. When each part was ready to be placed together, I decided to go over and help him for the sake of time. I held a side while he nailed in the top, and he kept throwing me dirty looks. When the other side had faced the same process, we stood it upright. I shook it, trying to see if it was stable. It wobbled a bit, but I figured that it would hold him for a while. I smiled at him, and went over to take the clamps off. He sighed in relief, and I gave his cock a nice stroke through the thong in an attempt to display my appreciation for his efforts. I let him have a few sips of water before it was time to truly test the wood out.

I grabbed two leather suspension cuffs, and hung one up on each side. I whipped his bare ass and pulled him towards them. He struggled against my grip, but if lifted my foot and roughly pressed it against his thong. He gave in as I tied one arm up, and then the other. The wood held steady as he stood underneath it. I went over to retrieve a feather duster, and gently moved it up over his legs. He winced as he felt his cock press against the leather thong, but his erection stayed put. I moved the duster up across his chest, and he cringed away as he felt the tickle. He reacted even more violently as it went up against his neck, and he pulled his restraints, but he was latched too tightly. I grabbed his side, and he gasped out, but I kept at it. I tickled him all over his chest, and squeezed his knees as well. He bent over at that one, and the wood creaked at the added weight. I tickled up under his arms and the sides of his neck too. He moaned and begged for mercy, and I laughed as I realized that this was what he truly dreaded. I kept on tickling until tears were coming down his face and he was gasping for breath. I let him have a break then, and reached around to squeeze his ass before walking away. I let him hang in his restraints as I readied my next approach. Noticing his fast breathing, I wondered what it would be like to add a heavier type of gag, and I went to go find one in order to experiment with my thoughts.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Tue Nov 01, 2011 8:54 am

I walked over to my vast collection of torture-related clothing and analyzed my choices. I had gags that would always keep his mouth open, hurting his jaw as it stretched. I had many different sizes of ball gags, and a wide selection of scarves and types of tape. But one of my favorite pieces lay hung on a hook at the end of the line. It was a harness that wrapped all the way around the head with various straps securing it in the back. There was a large leather piece up front that clamped down on the jaw when tightened, so it’d be hard to make any sound above a whimper. Perfect, I thought. I walked back over to him, and held it up so that he could see. He growled and shook around, but he couldn’t really move his head while restrained. I pulled it over his head, and then walked behind him to secure it. I pulled it in nice and tightly, and made sure that his mouth was completely locked. I heard him try to make some noise, but I couldn’t tell if it was a scream or not. Satisfied, I went to go collect another item.

Back over to the power outlet, I decided to give him a bit of a shock. I picked up one of my electro wands and held it above my hand. I felt the thrum of energy, and putting it closer, a zap shot out from the wand. I gasped as it snapped at my palm, and I had to shake it off for a few seconds. If it did that to my hand, what would it do to his cock, I wondered. I walked back over to him, swinging the wand back and forth. He eyed it warily, and started to shift around. I held the wand up next to his ear so that he could hear the energy as well. He jerked away from it, but I went to wave it above his hair. I was delighted when it all stood on end as if he had been scared by a ghost, and I laughed out loud. I moved it slowly down his body, and he remained very still. I took it a bit too close to his side, however, and it shocked him. He immediately recoiled and the wood creaked at his sudden shift in weight, but I was impressed at how well the gag held up. I moved it down to his legs and watched that hair stand straight up as well. Time to test your reflexes, I said. I pressed the wand against the back of his knee, and he kicked forward as it zapped him. I smiled. They seem to be in good order, I stated.

I placed the wand right at the upper edge of the thong. I moved it slowly along his pelvis, and then right in the middle, I let it touch. He jerked forward again, and his hand restraints shook wildly. I put the wand down for a second, and slid the thong down to his ankles. I picked the wand back up and held it vertically along the length of his cock. If I pressed straight down, the wand would electrify the whole thing at once. I gazed into his eyes, and they were very tense. We stared at each other for a very intense minute, and then I dropped the wand. I heard the zap, and his eyes immediately squeezed shut. His whole body convulsed, and I could make out the slightest muffling. Aw, poor baby, I muttered. I went to go replace the wand and grab some ice to cool the sting.

Just as I was coming back around to him, I heard a distant ding. I paused, thinking that it might have been a trick of my mind when I heard it again. I walked over to the shelter entrance and listened intently. Dingdongdingdong. My mind registered that it was a doorbell at the same time that it also remembered I was supposed to watch over my brother’s kids on his anniversary tonight. Shit, I thought. I whipped my head back around, and he was staring at me. I looked down at the ice in my head, and decided to make an impromptu diaper type outfit to hold the ice on his cock. I slide the thong back up so as not to completely throw him into hypothermia, and used saran wrap to enclose the ice around his lower region. He shuffled a bit as he felt some ice slide down his leg, but I didn’t pay him any attention. I quickly grabbed a robe to hide my outfit, and rushed up the stairs to answer the door, not bothering to look behind me as I left my slave to suffer.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Chase Ricks » Tue Nov 01, 2011 3:56 pm

Very interesting
From whence I came and whence I went heaven said I was too evil and sent me to hell. Demons and devils succeeded in breaking my soul.

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Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Fri Nov 04, 2011 9:44 am

I rushed up the stair and opened the front door. “Auntie!!” my niece and nephew screamed as they saw me. They threw themselves around my legs and wouldn’t let go. I laughed as I looked up at my brother who was giving my current attire a curious look. I shrugged one shoulder and grinned sheepishly as I dragged the kids further into my house. I chatted with my brother for a few minutes before he left to meet his wife. Once he was gone, I turned around to find the kids giggling at me. I smiled and asked what they were so happy about. They turned and looked at each other for a second before yelling “Boo!” and wildly running off. I was confused for a second until I remembered that they had seen Monsters, Inc. recently, and would most likely want to play hide-and-seek. I went off to search for them. The first two rounds were relatively simple, and they became a little frustrated. They ordered me to go count upstairs, so I wouldn’t hear them.

As I finished my count, I walked back down and began to look for them. They weren’t in any of the obvious places, so I decided to throw out some movie quotes in an attempt to make them laugh and give themselves away. I didn’t hear anything. I kept wandering around my house, but couldn’t seem to locate them. I was about to ask for a hint when I passed by my study and froze. In my hurry to get upstairs, I hadn’t locked either of the two doors leading down into the shelter. And the bookshelf currently stood wide open. Horrified, I sprinted down the stairs, jumping the last few. My fears were confirmed when I saw the second door open as well. I ran into the room and stopped. They were indeed in there. They looked up at my slave with wide-eyed expressions, and he looked at me with helpless eyes.

“Auntie, who’s that?” my nephew asked, pointing a finger up at him. I scrambled for an explanation. “Just a friend” was all that I could conjure. My niece suddenly laughed and walked up to him to touch the restraints around his ankles. “Why is he all tied up?” she wondered. I stated that he was very ticklish, and needed to be held down whenever I tried to tickle him. I hoped that the questions would soon end, and I walked forward to usher them away. But my niece lashed forward and grabbed his side. He jerked away from her hand, and she let out a shrill laugh. She immediately started to tickle him all over, and my nephew soon followed suit. Soon, he was writhing about, and they were out of control. I stood there with a surprised look on my face, but when he looked up at me with pleading eyes, I couldn’t help but laugh as well.
While my niece faced the dungeon, she noticed one of my whips and ran over to it. I quickly walked over to take it away, but she wrapped her arms around it and wouldn’t let me have it. Not knowing quite what to do about all of this, I let her go. She went directly over to him and whipped one of his legs. He cringed away, which of course only made her do it more. Oh my God, I thought. What have I done? While I was busy concentrating on my niece, who had moved on to whip other parts of his body, my nephew was doing some exploring. He came upon the cage that my slave had been held captive in earlier and shouted to his sister. “Look! We can fit him in here!” She stopped for a second and analyzed the situation. She then screamed with delight and said that it was time to put the doggy back in his cage. I slapped my hand against the side of my face, as I examined my new apprentice try to unbuckle his feet. Figuring that I might as well get this over with faster, I went to help. My nephew ran over, and once my slave was completely free, my nephew ordered him on to all fours. My slave looked up at me, and I smiled, saying that a good dog obeys its master.

He got down on to the floor, and my nephew climbed up on his back. He dug his heels into my slave’s sides as if he was riding a horse, and ordered him forward. My niece came up behind both of them and whipped my slave’s ass. “Go, go!” she screamed. So in that way, with my nephew on top, she behind them and me off to the side, we walked/rode/crawled over to the cage. Once we arrived, my nephew disembarked, and my niece whipped him inside. He crawled in and sat down. It was only then that they both noticed the ice surrounding his crotch. “There’s some water for him,” my niece said, ripping the plastic off of him. She watched as I removed his mouth harness, and she held the plastic up to his face. “Lick it!” she demanded, and my nephew laughed as my slave stuck out his tongue and lapped up some water. My niece pushed the plastic into his face once he was done, and then ran laughing towards the door leading upstairs. I sighed, and looked over at my slave. He gave me a look of “what-the-hell-just-happened” along with a wince of pain as I noticed his red sides. I shrugged, and then locked the cage before taking both of the kids by the hands and leading them away from their new toy.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Mon Nov 07, 2011 9:28 pm

After all of that excitement, it took the kids a while to settle down. They wanted to go back down to the shelter, but I managed to keep them contained in my guest bedroom. They soon dozed off, and I fervently hoped that it would be for the entire night. I quietly closed the bedroom door, and let out a large exhale of breath that I had been holding in for the past few hours. I slowly walked over to my room, and catching sight of myself, I laughed. My robe had managed to stay in place, and I thought that it might be a good occasion for an outfit change. I rustled around in my closet until I found a tight latex bodysuit. It took a minute to work it up my body, but eventually I got it. I checked myself out and admired the way the latex hugged my curves. Back downstairs, I took a shot of something fierce because I sure as hell needed it, and then pondered what to do with my slave. He was down in the cage, but I figured that I would let him out to stretch.

As I went down to meet him, I kept both doors open a tad, just in case the kids called out and needed me. I walked over to the far end of the room and gazed down at him. He had his head between his knees and didn’t even look up as I approached. I opened the cage door. C’mon, I said to him. I patted my thigh, C’mon boy, and then whistled. He lifted his head to glare at me, but crawled out of his confined quarters. When his legs were outside of the cage, he crossed them in front of him Indian-style and crossed his arms across his chest as well. He wouldn’t look at me, and I sighed, thinking that I must have really upset him. I tried to lift him up, but it was like pulling a dead weight. I frowned, and he remained in his sitting position. I looked around the room trying to see what I could find in order to sway him to move. My eyes landed on another bondage contraption. It would latch his ankles close together, and if he bent down with his face to the ground, his hands could be pulled back and latched next to his feet as well. He’d be in a sort of doggy position, and his ass would be completely exposed.

I went to go retrieve it, and then walked back over to him. He eyed me warily, but still didn’t move. I pushed him forward, but he caught himself with his hands and sprang up. His sudden movement surprised me, but before I could think about what to do, he had me down on the ground. We wrestled for a few minutes as one of us tried to gain control, and I finally won when I managed to secure his feet into the bar. He was still able to use his hands, but he fought a losing battle as I grabbed his sides to tickle him and make him lose concentration. Once all four limbs were trapped, I pushed him upright on to his knees. He squirmed and fell over a couple of times, but I simply hauled him back up. After he did one of those falls, I placed my foot in front of his face. Lick it, I demanded. He looked up at me and scowled. No?, I questioned him. Well then. I went over to retrieve a medium-sized dildo and held it so that he could see it. Lick my foot, or else, I stated. He weighed his options, but then finally stuck out his tongue and licked the top of my foot. I flicked his nose with my big toe. Now the bottom, I said. I turned my foot so that he could have easy access, and he wiped his tongue along the bottom, grimacing after a second. I held my big toe up near his mouth, and told him to suck on it. He obediently obeyed, and wrapped his lips around my toe. He took two or three hard sucks, and then stopped.

I smiled and then went around to his rear. He cried out saying that he had done my foot job, but I laughed and said that I don’t always play fair. I took the dildo and placed it up against his anus. He moved about, but I held him steady with one hand. With the other, I shoved the dildo inside of him, and he let out a loud scream. I smiled, thinking that I might like his screams more than I like to gag him. I moved the dildo in and out, and I heard his grunts and moans. After a while, I shoved it up, and left it there while I went to retrieve a paddle. His face was contorted as I returned, but I didn’t pay it any attention. I smacked each cheek of his ass a few times until they were both cherry red. He yelped, but didn’t speak otherwise. I admired his ability to hold back, but knew that he wouldn’t be able to take much longer. I pulled the dildo out of him, and I saw his muscles unclench in relaxation. I brought the dildo around to his face. I held it up to his mouth and told him that he now had a bigger job to suck before he could be freed. He gagged, and said that there was no way in hell he would ever do that. I shrugged a shoulder and went to get some straps. He cried out as he saw what I intended to do. I wrapped the straps around the clean end of the dildo, and then secured it around his head. I pushed the dildo into his mouth, and then tightened the straps so that it was a type of ball gag. I heard him moan, and saw his eyes close in a disgusted look, but there was no way to spit the dildo out. Satisfied for the moment, I let him taste himself for a while as I readied the next items.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Foryourpleasure13 » Tue Nov 08, 2011 4:26 am

Great story cant wait to hearm more

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby sarumansauron » Tue Nov 08, 2011 3:37 pm

Great story! Thanks!
I love TUGS and TICKLING Torture!!!!!

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Sat Nov 12, 2011 6:53 pm

I walked back to my storage bench and collected a very large roll of plastic wrap. The length would wrap from foot to knee, so it would only take about four pieces to simply cover his entire body. But mummifying him into total immobilization was another story all together. I estimated that I had enough to do the job, so I grabbed some scissors as well and went back to his side. He glared at me as I came back into view, but I smiled and told him the dildo would come out soon. I knelt down next to him and started to cover his upper torso. His hands were still down by his feet, so that allowed me to snugly entrap his arms next to his chest. I wound the plastic around him, coming up to the top of his neck, and then down to the bottom of his rib cage. I would take care of his head later after his body was sufficiently secured. Around and around the plastic went until the layer was so thick that I couldn’t discern his skin tone underneath all of it. I cut it off at that point, and then moved down to his legs. I had to unlock the doggy style bar so that I could lay him out straight, but I knew that he would still fight me as best as he could. I rolled him over on to his back so that the bar was up in the air, and then I sat on his chest as I removed it. His legs thrashed about, but I eventually managed to get one or two loops of plastic around them and force them down. I repeated this process until the bottoms of his feet to his knees were covered, and then I wrapped his knees up to his cock. He moaned a tiny bit as he felt his balls squeeze down against the plastic, but that gave me another idea. I ripped a hole so that his cock and balls could be pulled through, but his ass was still wrapped up. Finally, I finished covering from his hips up to his ribs.

I laughed as I looked down at him. His head and cock were the only identifiable parts of his body. The rest was made to look like various lumps. I could tell that he was straining to break through the layers, but he wasn’t strong enough. He threw his head down in irritation, and I went to go enclose that as well. I took the dildo out of his mouth and he spit and gagged for a few seconds. He puckered up out of disgust, but I patted his cheeks and told him that he was going to be ok. Before starting, I cut a hole in the plastic for his mouth, and then proceeded to trap his head. His eyes, nose and hair were all covered, and just to finalize it, I wrapped some duct tape around his ears and eyes just in case he wasn’t in total sensory deprivation. I could hear him breathing quite loudly, and I knew that he probably felt quite uncomfortable being in this situation. It was a weird feeling not being able to control your body. I went over to a sink in the shelter and filled up a cup with some water. I went back to him and poured some of it down his throat so he wouldn’t dehydrate. Once he had had his fill, I put the cup down and went to go place myself next to his mouth.

I peeled the bodysuit off, and took off my thong as well. I perched right above his mouth and told him that he better prepare to be suffocated. I then sat down so that my lady parts covered his lips, and I told him to start licking. He moaned, and didn’t attempt to start anything, so I reached down and slapped his cock. He yelped, and then stuck his tongue out and began to pleasure me. I sighed, and tilted my head back to enjoy the sensations for a minute, but then proceeded to start playing with his manhood again. I would paddle his cock back and forth between my hands, and whenever he stopped licking, I’d give it a nice smack. Sometimes I would squeeze his balls and he would moan a bit, but nothing could be done. I felt him try to move around a bit underneath me, but the plastic was wrapped too tightly. After a while of my personal satisfaction, I got off of him with one last smack to his cock. I gave him some water, and he thirstily drank it up. Once he was finished, I took the scissors and cut small holes right where his nipples were located. I licked both of them with first the sharp tip of my tongue, and then the wide surface, and he moaned as I saw his cock harden. I smiled and went over to retrieve something to make his tease torture even worse.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Wed Nov 16, 2011 6:04 pm

I began to walk around my dungeon and determine which objects to use on my poor slave. I would stop at one item, and then move on to the next, weighing the torturous benefits of each. Moving around to my supply bench, I noticed a gallon-sized can lying underneath. I bent down to retrieve it, and saw that it was liquid latex. I opened the lid and peered inside. Only a tiny amount had been used, but it had been left sitting for so long that I needed to warm it up first in order to make it nice and spreadable. I glanced around and saw a hot plate sitting over in a corner. I went to go plug that in to start heating it up when I happened to see some candles lying next to it. I had wanted to keep my hot and cold items together, but must have forgotten about these seeing as how they were brand new. They were long and skinny, and I thought of a perfect way to use them. I waited for the hot plate to heat up, but before placing the latex on top of it, I held the candles against the bottom. They slowly started to melt and wax dripped down the sides. I lifted them up and watched two large drops fall to the ground. I looked over at my slave and grinned.

I went back over to him, and rolled his saran wrapped body across the floor so that he lay in the middle of the room. I found the chair with the missing bottom that I had used earlier in the night, and placed the hole right over his exposed genitals. I collected some tape and a long-necked lighter then set to work. I placed one candle aside to save for later, and the other I placed on one side of the hollowed out bottom. The end was over him while the wick lay outside of the chair. I wrapped it in tape so that it wouldn’t fall in either direction, and then did the same with the lighter on the other side of the chair. I placed the end which released the fire as close to the candle as I could manage, and then taped it down as well. Finally, I flicked the lighter on and taped that switch up so that the flame would be constant. The candle slowly started to melt, and when the first drop fell, he gasped as the hot wax hit his cock. Another one fell shortly after that, and when it reached his body, he gritted his teeth together. He now knew what I was up to, and I smiled as I could feel his tension. He would press his lips together in anticipation, then when the wax hit him, he would slightly cringe and repeat the cycle all over again. I left him to that wax torture as I finally went to warm the latex.

Setting the can on to the hot plate, I went upstairs for a bit. I cleaned up the dinner dishes that I had used earlier, and did some minor cleaning before returning back to the shelter. The latex was almost to the right consistency, so I turned off the hot plate just in case it got too hot and burnt. I then went over to check on my slave. A decent amount of the candle was gone, and all of that used wax was glistening and hardening on his manhood. Some had rolled down around his balls, creating various lines, while some had built up into a pile resting on his cock. He was panting as well, but I didn’t know if it was from the mental torture of waiting for the wax to fall, or if it was from being enclosed in the plastic for a while. In any case, I got him some more water, and told him that he would be free soon. No need to say that he would right into another enclosed space afterwards, I thought. I decided that the candle had melted enough for the day, so I turned the lighter off and moved the chair over into a corner of the room. I grabbed hold of the latex can, and walked it over to his side. While I had been upstairs, I found a razor, some shaving cream and a towel, and I was going to use these items to shave him down before applying the latex cover on his body.

Starting with his legs, I cut through the plastic and set them free. He sighed with relief as he bent them and moved them around to get some circulation flowing, but I sat on his cock to keep him from going anywhere. I lathered up his legs with the cream, and he twitched as he tried to figure out what I was doing next. The smell of roses hit my nose and I smiled at the thought of how he would react to his new scent. I slowly dragged the razor up his leg, and as soon as he felt it, he jerked away. Thankfully, he didn’t end up nicking himself and getting blood everywhere, but I still smacked the inside of his thighs and told him to behave. He moaned as he felt the razor go over each of his legs, and when I was done, I dried him off and ran my hands all over his smooth skin. He cringed as he felt the heightened sense of tough on his bare legs
I took the plastic off of his head next, and noticed that some of his hair was plastered to his forehead. I got him some more water, and he looked up at me with glaring eyes. He closed them for the duration of his shaving, and sat in stony silence as I cooed over his hairless body. Once all of the plastic was off, and he was completely bare, I peeled the wax off of his cock. He winced and yelped a couple times as it stuck in a few places, but besides that his hardened eyes didn’t change their emotion.

I sighed at him as I lifted up the can of latex and grabbed him by the neck. I pulled him upright and forced him to walk over to the wooden holding area that he had built earlier. I lay him down across the wooden slats on the bottom, and grabbed the suspension cuffs that still hung from the top ledge. I latched his arms and legs on to the four corner posts, and then straddled his chest. I began to pour the latex across his arms and neck. He moaned and cringed as he felt it touch him, but couldn’t move to prevent it from setting. I moved down his body, spreading it across his chest with my hands, and then down on to his legs, saving his cock for last. Once everything but that was covered in a thick layer of latex, I spooned some out of the can with my hand and cupped his balls with it. I massaged them until his head arched back and he began to moan again. I gave him a sort of hand job as I spread the latex all down his cock, and when he was built up and ready to release, I stopped. He let out a very vocal sound of exasperation, and slammed his head down into the boards. I laughed and admired my work of art. It would take a while to harden, so while I was waiting, I went up to lay next to his head. I looked over at him, but he kept his eyes closed, and turned his head away from me. I grabbed his jaw and turned him to face me before giving him a light kiss, followed by a wink and a giggle. He glared at me before turning away again. I gasped, and lightly slapped one of his cheeks. As a slight punishment, I placed myself on top of his exposed mouth again, and made him pleasure me yet another time. I thoroughly enjoyed that before getting up and leaving him to lay in his body mask of hardening latex.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Mon Nov 21, 2011 8:54 am

I slowly walked around my dungeon, putting used materials back in their rightful places. I kept glancing over at my slave, but he seemed to have given up hope at the thought of escaping. He lay there peacefully with his eyes closed, and I could see his chest rise up and down under the latex. He seemed relaxed, even after all that had happened that night. His breathing gave me an idea for another form of torture, however, and I quickly set to work. I walked over to a chest of drawers and opened it to find a variety of kinky clothing. I sifted through it until I came up one of my favorite pieces: a tiny black leather thong with an intricate design pattern on the front. Not that he would be able to see it if he was blindfolded, I thought. I slipped that on, and then rummaged around in the drawer some more. I came upon some of my scarves, and a pink lace thong, and I took those out to use on my slave.

Quietly walking over to him with my items, I gazed down at his immobile form. If he heard me approach, he didn’t acknowledge it in anyway. The latex was definitely drying, but it was still shiny, so I decided to wait a few more minutes before peeling it off of him. I knelt down next to his head and pushed a lock of hair behind his ear. His eyebrows crumpled for a second, but he still didn’t open his eyes. I grabbed his neck in a light squeeze, and he opened his mouth as he gasped at the tickle. It gave me the perfect opportunity to stuff the thong into his mouth, gagging him into near silence. I grabbed some duct tape that was lying near the wooden boards and created an X shape across his mouth to add more padding to mute him. His eyes were open by this time, and he was glaring up at me as I worked. I winked at him when I was done, and placed a scarf over his eyes. He thrashed his head back and forth, but that didn’t stop me from tying a secure knot on the side of his head, leaving him speechless and blind.

I crouched over his face with a leg on each side and placed my ass directly over his nose, effectively smothering him. I felt his nose try and squirm out underneath me, but I locked my thighs on each of his ears so that his head had to stay in place. I waited a few seconds until I felt a slight shake, and the raised up. I heard a quick exhalation from his nose, followed by a quick intake of breath, and then I was back down. I don’t think that he had expected such a quick move back to smothering him, so he wasn’t that prepared. He started to shake just a few seconds after I had lowered back down, so I gave him another reprieve. He was better about it this time, and took in a larger breath. This time when I lowered back down, I wiggled around a bit on his face. I moved side to side, and settled further down on top of his nose. I smothered him until I reached down to his chest and felt dry latex, and then stood up. He immediately took several inhalations of breath through his nose, and his cheat rose up and down in a faster matter than before.

I went over to grab a whip that was hung on a hook in the wall, and then back to him. I lashed out at his side, but it hardly indented the latex at all. I only made him jump a bit from the shock. I took up the tape again to see if that would do the trick. Leaving a flap up to pull, I spread a long strip of tape over his chest. I grabbed the flap and gave a quick yank when I was done. Most of the latex came off on the strip, and I could tell that he was thoroughly relieved that it didn’t hurt. I chuckled a bit, and let him relax after the mental torture of what could have possibly been a very painful removal process. Most of the latex came right off, and the rest would have to be dealt with in a shower. But before that was to happen, I glanced down at my slave. He had done far too much lying down for his own good, and what mistress wanted a lazy slave? I decided to make him go through a set of rigorous exercises in order to build up his endurance for my later tortures. I unlatched his ankles and let him move his legs about, and stretch them so that he didn’t strain anything. Before removing his wrists, I unraveled the blindfold and told him of my plan. He threw me a dirty look, but wasn’t able to cuss me out, so I simply smiled at him as I readied his first workout of the night.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Tue Nov 22, 2011 7:49 pm

These forms of exercise wouldn’t require many items, just a little bit of encouragement. I snagged my electro wand as well as a paddle from where I had left them earlier, and went back over to him. I turned the electro wand on high and held it a few inches above his face. His eyes crossed for a second as he stared up at it. I told him that I was going to release him from his bonds, but that it would be in his best interest to not run away. I waved the wand to add a bit of emphasis to my words, and he eyed it warily. He glanced at the paddle too, but I didn’t make a move with that quite yet. I unlatched his wrists and ripped the tape off of his mouth so that he could spit out the thong. I told him to stand directly under the lofted wooden facing away from me. He slowly stood up and followed my orders, but tensed when he couldn’t see me anymore. I shot a quick glance at his lovely round ass and chuckled as I thought of how red it may be in a few minutes. I stuck the wand out and shocked his hip. He yelped and cringed away from it, as I ordered him to get into the pull-up position. He lifted his arms, grasped the bar, and looked over his shoulder at me. I held the wand out and said that whenever he felt this, he must go faster. I then showed him the paddle and said that his ass would take a beating if he slowed down below his current speed. He frowned and asked how many he pull-ups he was supposed to accomplish. I smiled and told him that I would tell him when he could stop.

He turned back around, and I shouted “Up!” He lifted himself once and then twice before I shocked his hip again. The bar shook as his weight jostled under his movements, but he moved faster. I let him keep that pace for a few more before I shocked him again. I was impressed that he had kept it up this long, but my paddle hand was itching to get moving. He continued to lift, but as he struggled to readjust his grip for a second, I smacked him. His body caved inward, and he cursed, but kept going. A few after that and I could tell that he was getting tired. I hit his ass again, and then shocked him directly afterwards. He growled and his face contorted into a mask of concentration, but he kept it up. He stumbled a few more times, and I slapped him again, telling him that slaves must be strong and they must endure.

That must have done it for him because he dropped down from the beam and quickly twisted his body in my direction. He tried to tackle down, but I was faster. I placed the electro wand against his exposed cock as he neared me, and his knees buckled as the shock hit him. He fell to the ground, and I raised my paddle arm before swinging it down to his ass. The loud smack reverberated around the shelter, and he let out a loud curse. Don’t ever try to do that again, I told him. Time to move on to another exercise though, I thought. I made him flip over on to his back and get up into the “crab walk” position. I touched his cock with the electro wand and ordered him to move. He winced, and started to go backwards, but I kept pace with him, and shocked his cock again after a second. He quickly got the idea and sped up so that I had to walk at a brisk pace. Whenever I got close enough to shock him, he would veer off to the side, and then straighten back into a line. This caused me to shock his hips and legs a few times, but nothing more. I laughed at how smart my slave had become, but took a giant leap toward him. He fell back on to his elbows, and held up his hands and legs in an attempt of self-defense. His feet held me for a second as I reached down, but I went into deadweight mode, and then his feet dropped, allowing me to shock his cock one final time. He cringed, and I sat up.

A slight sheen shown on his forehead from the exertion of trying to meet my demands, but I thought that he had enough for one more. I made him stay on the ground as I went to grab some clamps, string and a weight. When I returned, I placed a clamp on each of his nipples and strung them together with a short piece of string hanging down the middle of his chest in a Y shape. I tied the weight on to the dangling end, and flipped him over on to his stomach. The weight fell to the ground with a thud, and I made him hold himself up so that I could slide it underneath him. He winced as the clamps pulled on his nipples, and along with the weight, I placed the wand on the floor under his cock. I told him to do some pushups for me, and he realized that pushing up would cause the clamps to pull on him, but falling down would cause his cock to hit the wand. I sat by his ankles and held them together as he did his first couple. His mouth was in a permanent grimace as he pushed up and down, and I could hear him grit his teeth. I smiled, but didn’t say anything. His body started to shake, and he began to moan as his nipples got tender from the pulling clamps. A little while later, he fell, and his cock touched the wand before he rolled off of it. Panting and exhausted, he lay on the ground as he tried to cool down. I congratulated him on a job well done, and said that he deserved a nice shower as a gift from me. He looked at me for a few seconds, and then closed his eyes as he surely thought that nothing from me was ever a gift.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby Saphira » Sun Nov 27, 2011 1:31 pm

I put away the materials that I had used throughout the night, and then walked back over to him. He was still lying down, and there were large red blotches surrounding his nipples. He opened his eyes as I approached, and then sighed. I grabbed his hand and pulled him to his feet. I wrapped a blindfold around his eyes so that he couldn’t see the way upstairs, and then led him up through the doors. As we reached ground level, I noticed that the clouds were beginning to lighten, and that dawn would soon be upon us. A twinge of sadness touched me as I realized that the time with my slave was nearly up, and I knew that I had to make the most of these final moments. As we walked upstairs to my bathroom, I considered the possibilities that lay before me. I had just about reached a decision when we arrived at our destination.

I opened the shower door, took off his blindfold and pushed him inside. I pressed him back against the far wall of the shower, and hooked his wrists into restraints that were stuck in that area. Making sure that he couldn’t escape, I walked back out of the shower and stood in the doorway. I turned the water faucet on to a warm temperature, and aimed the nozzle at his chest. His eyes looked slightly fearful as if he knew what was coming, and I smiled at him. After a minute or two of allowing him to relax, I made it much colder. He winced as the water quickly changed temperatures, and then gasped as he felt the cold water run down his body. I aimed the nozzle up at his neck, and he arched back as his body began to cool. He moaned a few times, but then pressed his lips together and stuck it out. I moved the nozzle up and down to various parts of his body a few times, soaking his head once, and leaving it on his cock after that. Once I felt that he had had enough, I turned off the water. He let out a sigh of relief as he warmed up, but I quickly took off his restraints and led him to his final torture of the night.

I opened a door out in the main hallway, and we walked up the stairs to my attic. With each step up, the temperature increased, and it was nearly stifling once we reached the top. I could tell that he enjoyed it after his cold shower, but he wouldn’t after a while. Behind some storage boxes, I found the chains that I kept up there for various purposes. There were multiple lengths strung from wall to wall, forming a pattern of squares that hung about four feet off of the floor. I pushed him on to them, making sure that his stomach was facing down, and then wrapped him in various chains that were hanging loosely among the squares. One went across his shoulders, two across his back, and two down his legs. His arms and cock hung through the squares, dangling towards the ground, and his forehead was resting on another chain up above. I attached a ball weight that I had left up there from a previous torture, and heard him moan as I swung it lightly. The chains rattled as he tried to move, but he couldn’t get away.

From a box nearby, I collected some pine branches that I stored for the holidays, and brought a few strand to him. I told him that he needed to smell nice after being trapped in my dungeon all night long, and I moved the branches all over him. He gasped as they tickled his sides and neck, and when I ran a strand down around the curve of his ass, his muscles clenched up and I laughed. I moved that branch through his cheeks, and then out along his balls. He moaned as his already sensitive cock got a good brushing, and then I finally moved it up and over his nipples. He shivered lightly, and I swiped it across his mouth once before putting the strands back in the box.

I left him there with his ball weight as I went to get ready for the day. I took my own shower, got dressed, and made some breakfast before heading back up to see him. The weight had slowed down to almost a standstill, but I could tell that it was still making him very uncomfortable. I unleashed him from the weight and chains and let him crawl off of them. I laughed as I noticed the red indentations across his chest and the front of his legs, and he glared at me. I showed him his final outfit of our time together, and watched as he slid into the extra tight speedo. It hugged him in all of the right places, but still managed to make me smile as he turned red from the embarrassment. I gave him a towel and some goggles as a slight cover up, and then led him downstairs and to the front door. Right as he was about to leave however, I took a thick, red permanent marker and wrote “Dread the Dungeon” across his back. He couldn’t tell what I had written, and he complained as I shoved him out the door. He went to wrap the towel around him, but I smacked his cock through the speedo. He growled and threw it over his shoulder. I winked at him. He would find out what it said soon enough. As he walked out on to the sidewalk in full view of many houses, I smiled at how he kept throwing glances around making sure that no one could see him. He looked back once before disappearing around a curve in the road, and I saw a slight smile followed by a grimace. I smiled back, and then closed the door, knowing that my slave would be up for a Round 2 someday, even if it did mean going back down to the dark dungeon.

The End.
"So here’s your song, it's twisting me; I'd give anything to make you scream" -Mayday Parade

Re: Dread the Dungeon

Postby tiedup101 » Sun Nov 27, 2011 1:44 pm

Very nice story! Not exactly what I am into personally, but well written and creative. How old are the niece and nephew?
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