Themes : swinging, fetish-wear, domination, humiliation, pegging, whips, chains, masturbation
Part 1
The gas mask completed Jane's glossy black fetish-wear.
A single flourescent tube flickered and buzzed in it's low hum above them in the cellar, a sickly strip of light reflected off every curve of the polished black PVC of her figure hugging catsuit, enhancing her full, round hips and her narrow corsetted waist.
Tony and Ian could smell the rubber, PVC and leather in her outfit from where they sat, kneeling with their palms, face down on their thighs in the centre of the floor, as instructed.
The men could make out her mascara and violet eye shadow through the eye holes in the gas mask as she looked down at them in front her, perched on her six inch stilleto heel boots.
Her heels tapered off to an impossibly thin point, barely a quarter inch across but perfectly in keeping with her dominatrix look.
Even her hands were gloved in shiny black PVC with a riding crop in one hand and her other hand resting in a dominant and in-charge manner on her corsetted waist.
Her corset was a fine red lace over more black PVC, gathering her waist and making her hourglass figure pop and demand the men's attention with the crimson lace breaking up the glossy black.
Her blond hair was braided above her head in a high pony tail, pulled back at the sides framing the thick rubber of the gas mask at the sides and creating softness above the cruel harsh lines of the gas masks straps and buckles and the heavy round filters either side of the nose and mouth.
Tony looked at his wife in awe. He had never dreamed Jane could look so amazing yet so dominant and flawlessly cruel with her riding crop, the way she was owning the room around them.
This was everything Ian had dreamed of using the cellar of his house for since he moved in three years ago, clearing the cellar and seeing it's potential for indulging his fetish for dungeon play. He knew there would be a couple out there who would love the idea of playing in an authentic Victorian cellar with it's feel of abandoned hope, shackles and chains on the wall but still big enough for a spanking horse big enough to support a large man.
Water was dripping into a steel pail in the corner of the room and it's hollow echo had been the only sound in the cellar until Jane lifted the riding crop and brought it down sharply on her thigh, snapping the men to attention and making them kneel up straight, naked and obediant to their msitress.
It was time to start. |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
Part 2
Ian looked up at the dominatrix in front of and above him.
He felt weak and naked, which he was; naked as the day he was born except for a full gimp mask made of black leather with a row of spike studs front to back over the top and another row around the neck strap, fastened at the back but with eye holes, a hole around his mouth so he could speak and two small holes where he could breath. He looked every inch the little bitch he felt as he sat there prostrate and weakened having surrendered his power to Jane for their session, here in his cellar.
Tony sat completely naked, free from any outfits or masks and ready for his wife's instruction.
"I want to thank you for inviting us here but don't think lets you off with an easy time, Ian." Jane spoke, her voice muffled by the gas mask but speaking loud enough for the men to hear.
Ian listened as his guest laid down the rules.
"We all know our safe words and safe signs and if you are coming close to your limit, I need to know. Is that clear?" Jane continued in her muffled dominance.
"Yes mistress." Ian replied, gazing at the perfect sheen from her PVC catsuit. The only part of her outfit not reflecting the cold blue of the flourescent tube was her basque but the pattern of the red lace broke the strips of light following and snaking around the contours of her feminine curves.
Jane looked down at her husband waiting for his reply, pointing her riding crop an inch from his face. Tony nodded and replied that he understood.
"That's what I want to hear. Amber for getting close to your limit and if I hear red, all play stops immediately. Okay?"
Tony and Ian both nodded.
"Both you and Tony have been wicked and you both need to be to brought down a peg or two. You will do as you are instructed for the next hour and I will not tolerate any disobediance. Is that clear?" Jane hissed through the gas mask.
Both men nodded.
A sharp snap of the riding crop against Jane's boot grabbed both their attention.
"And you will reply to my demands with a crips, 'Yes Mistress!', is that clear?" Jane bellowed, her muffled shouting echoing within the bare brick of the walls around them.
"Yes Mistress!" both men replied together.
"That's better."
Jane brought the riding cop back up and tapped it in her palm, slow and with a sense of menace while she looked down at the men in front of her, their naked bodies pale under the single strip of light and their knees growing uncomfortable against the cold concrete floor.
"Then let's begin..." |
Reply privately, Reply in forum +quote
or View forums list | |
» Add a new message to this topic
