Now my turn to take over the narrative 
You slowly pull yourself to your feet, wobbling slightly as you quickly pull on the underwear as ordered, not wanting to earn any punishment for keeping Mistress Tina waiting any longer and follow her across the dungeon to the grope box. "Wait in here whilst Zoë sets up" you are told as you are firmly strapped in at throat, wrists, waist and thighs. "Don't mind the hands, I think our audience should have some fun too, they have been so very well behaved as they watch".
You gulp, squeeze your eyes shut and start to breathe a little heavily in nervousness as the door is closed in front of you and you hear the lock being slid across.
You start slightly as hands start to work their way all over you in the dark; stroking, kneading and fondling you all over. Hands ever moving and appearing in new places every few seconds, how many holes does this thing have!? You wonder and wriggle slightly as one of the hands encroaches far more intimately than the others had and broaches your panties and runs nails over your still tender balls.
You start to hear some unusual noises coming from outside the box; metallic noises, bangs and crashes and muted voices talking and occasionally laughing, you try to listen more closely to get some idea of what could be happening next, trying to zone out the hands all over you but fail as your cock starts to stir again and a finger starts to swirl around your anal opening. You flush; glad no one can see your face as your body betrays you getting so aroused by the sheer anonymity of the groping hands feeling you all over. Your knees start to get a little week and you long to sag against the back of the box and relax into the feelings coursing through you but whenever you shift too much the straps restraining you bring you back to yourself, there really isn't very much room to alter position in here and you start to feel a little sullen as the intensity of your erection increases but you know there is no way you can orgasm like this, you want to move your arms and stretch and you start to wish that Mistress Tina and Zoë would hurry up and let you out.
Just as you start to really get grumpy and impatient the door opens again letting in the light all at once so it seems like a floodlight right in your eyes and all of the hands rapidly retreat. You are quickly blindfolded by Mistress Tina and you fidget and shift your position as strap after strap is undone to get your blood flowing freely again.
You are led out of the box and pushed forward on to a couch around knee height, you scramble up onto your hands and knees feeling your way forward cautiously as to not fall off the other side and when prompted to lay down face down, your face on a low cushion.
The air smells very different now; sharp and medical and it brings to mind a Drs surgery. There is more metallic clanking and you wonder what the hell is going on, slightly concerned as Mistress Tina has warned you of Zoë's previous dungeon escapades and your mind scrolls through all the things you know they like doing like an old fashioned cinema reel imagining more and more scenarios and ideas getting more and more extreme.
Your mind goes blank again as warm hands and what feels like oil smooth over your back, it feels lovely, soothing and peaceful and you start to relax again enjoying the massage. You feel little straps being slid across your back, a flogger you recognise from your past experiences with Tina and then another heavier one that you are pretty sure you have never seen or felt before. They are draped over your back with an occasional flick so you can feel the weight of them pressing on you.
The flicks get a little more regular and harder until suddenly it has morphed into a flogging session. You feel the licks of the falls across your back, bum and upper thighs interspersed with what feels like a lump of cotton wool, this must be Zoë's fur glove you think as it eases the tension appearing in your shoulders as the floggers hit harder and harder until one across your buttocks makes gasp. Everything stops, the floggers and fur disappear and you feel suddenly exposed like when a duvet is pulled off you in the morning unexpectedly.
A heavy but rather cold weight appears on your back, kind of rustling as it slides off you onto the bench. You are confused as it seems kind of fluid but isn't leaving any form of residual coldness as it moves like water or ice would. It clanks as it is lifted off you and placed squarely in the middle of your back again and you realise it is a heavy metal chain pooled on you. You try to stay still this time as you feel that if it falls off again then you might be admonished.
"well done" a strange voice says and realise that it is Zoë. You smile at having got something right and freeze as the chain is trailed over your buttocks and thighs and tucked into the back of your panties. "I shall just put that there for safe keeping I think" says Zoë with a smile in their voice and then a sharp kind of tapping starts on your upper back and bum, pressing the chain into you a little, it gets harder and faster and is joined again by a flogger warming you up again and bringing a flush to your skin as the mixed sensations make your head fuzzy, your cock twitch and your bum clench on the hard strikes. You are breathing heavily again now, almost panting as blow after blow, stroke after stroke rain down upon you. You start to moan slightly and shift your hips a little trying to move closer to the sensations there, you are so aroused now you don't know what to do with yourself, you want to moan, cry out or dance. You feel that pressure in your cock as it is tightly pressed into the couch and a warm slow seep forming there as you ooze precum and you want to rub it there to get some form of relief but you know from earlier that you wouldn't be allowed to do that. Your head swims and you groan and abruptly everything stops forcing an exasperated cry from your lips. |
