Step Into My Dungeon

In this final part to the dungeon role play, the submissive finds out what he is in for…and also wonders how MUCH and WHAT will happen! Enjoy!

Leading A Slave To Destruction

You now produce your leash and attach it to the collar around my neck and command “Slave walk!” i immediately bend forward, place my palms on knees, and walk on my toes, following you through the great room to the bottom of the stairs. I attempt to follow youup the stairs in my awkward position but catch the toes of my left foot on a stair edge about halfway up and stumble. I feel your glare at my incompetence when the leash pulls taut in your hand. I grovel and beseech your forgiveness, as is my submissive nature. quickly recover my balance and resume my position as you lead me higher into your attic paradise’s inner sanctum. You pause, unlock the door, and then lead me inside the candlelit chamber of wonders a few steps to provide adequate room for the door to close. Now you issue the command “Instruct!” I instantly drop to my knees , legs spread shoulder width apart, hands clasped behind my back, legs bent, back straight, and sitting back on my heels with my head bowed and eyes downcast. As my eyes adjust to the dim, yet sensual lighting, i chance to sneak a peek at my surroundings.

 The Dungeon

The first thing that catches my eye is the intimidating St Andrew’s cross centered along the left wall with thick leather cuffs hanging form all four ends. The next thing that attracts my attention is the small black cage, half covered by a blanket in the right rear corner. Oh, I hope I didn’t forget Jack in there!  I now gaze upon YOUR imposing Queening Chair that is placed near the center of the room which puts my imagination into overdrive as I try to imagine all the uses of such a unique apparatus.  There’s really only one use – to sit on your face and get all the pleasure I’m entitled to! Now I spy the imposing spanking bench with its padded top and kneeling step and so many eye bolts that i can’t count.  I dare to glance behind me and note a folded up massage table on one side of the door and two large cabinets with the doors closed on the other.

 How Long Will You Be My Captive?

I come to my senses and remember where I am and that I had better not get caught with my head and eyes up and looking around – It’s a little late for that, don’t you think, slut? –  as I quickly return to the proper position. My feeble mind begins to run amok as I try to imagine what implements of pleasure and pain lies behind the doors of those mysterious cabinets and how Mistress Delia will wield them for her intense pleasure tonight and throughout the weekend if she so chooses.

Oh, and the answer to the question?  As long as I want!

Remember to always Beg for Mistress Delia!