The Dungeon Master
It was tastefully furnished as a sitting room with a Red Chaise and a black carpet. The wall under the stairs was made entirely of mirror. On the Far side of the stairs there was another room. He left the candle stick and picked up the candelabra Intrigued to see the other room, she followed him.
The rough stone walls were un-finished in here and though it was clean, The wooden floor was old and well worn. In the middle of the room was a bench that stood about waist height, and had chains and straps hanging from the sides and bottom. Above that there were more Ropes and straps hanging from the ceiling.
She saw there was a work table on the far wall, but could not see what was on it in the dim light. Her pussy clenched in anticipation of being strapped to that apparatus.
He told her to stay there while he went to the dark corner and turned on a stereo with some Instrumental death metal, that she wasnt familliar with. she didnt really care what noise was in the background, as long as he fucked her and soon.
He removed his shirt as he came across the room and she was mezmerized by his broad chest and the tiny patch of hair on it. Before she knew it, he had wrapped his arms around her and jammed his tongue into her mouth.
He squeezed her ass hard enough to elicit a squeal of pleasure from her at the sudden sensation.
He ran one hand up her back and took a deep handful of her hair, and gave it a tight pull. Meanwhile his tongue thoroughly dominated her mouth with rhythmic thrusts.
Every time she tried to kiss back or wiggle suggestively, he squeezed her tightly against himself to stay her movements.
Her hands were entwined around his neck and she dragged her nail back and forth along the nape of his neck.
When her writhing and scratching became rougher and more frenzied he Ended the kiss and announced. "when in this room, You are mine. You do only as you are told, and nothing else."
She wanted to test her limits with this one, so she ran her hands down his bare chest and unbuttoned his pants. Before she could even get to the zipper, he had both of her wrists in one of his huge hands
"You may only touch my cock, when and if I allow it, he whispered hoarsely into her ear. He took 2 steps towards the wall pushing her in front of him until her back was pressed against it. "The Correct response is 'Yes Sir'" He instructed.
"Oh?" She teased, "what if I don't want to call you sir?" Just as she had hoped, he was not about to let his new toy talk back.
"then you will be punished accordingly" he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. He lifted her arms above her head and attached them to leather straps with large buckles that were attached to the wall.
The rough stone walls were un-finished in here and though it was clean, The wooden floor was old and well worn. In the middle of the room was a bench that stood about waist height, and had chains and straps hanging from the sides and bottom. Above that there were more Ropes and straps hanging from the ceiling.
She saw there was a work table on the far wall, but could not see what was on it in the dim light. Her pussy clenched in anticipation of being strapped to that apparatus.
He told her to stay there while he went to the dark corner and turned on a stereo with some Instrumental death metal, that she wasnt familliar with. she didnt really care what noise was in the background, as long as he fucked her and soon.
He removed his shirt as he came across the room and she was mezmerized by his broad chest and the tiny patch of hair on it. Before she knew it, he had wrapped his arms around her and jammed his tongue into her mouth.
He squeezed her ass hard enough to elicit a squeal of pleasure from her at the sudden sensation.
He ran one hand up her back and took a deep handful of her hair, and gave it a tight pull. Meanwhile his tongue thoroughly dominated her mouth with rhythmic thrusts.
Every time she tried to kiss back or wiggle suggestively, he squeezed her tightly against himself to stay her movements.
Her hands were entwined around his neck and she dragged her nail back and forth along the nape of his neck.
When her writhing and scratching became rougher and more frenzied he Ended the kiss and announced. "when in this room, You are mine. You do only as you are told, and nothing else."
She wanted to test her limits with this one, so she ran her hands down his bare chest and unbuttoned his pants. Before she could even get to the zipper, he had both of her wrists in one of his huge hands
"You may only touch my cock, when and if I allow it, he whispered hoarsely into her ear. He took 2 steps towards the wall pushing her in front of him until her back was pressed against it. "The Correct response is 'Yes Sir'" He instructed.
"Oh?" She teased, "what if I don't want to call you sir?" Just as she had hoped, he was not about to let his new toy talk back.
"then you will be punished accordingly" he replied with an evil glint in his eyes. He lifted her arms above her head and attached them to leather straps with large buckles that were attached to the wall.