Visiting "The Dungeon"

 

As you sit in the company breakroom, slowly eating your lunch, you miss your girlfriend, Heather. Normally the two of you would just sit and talk during lunch, but that was a week ago. You work in different offices so after breaking up, you don’t really run into each other. But you also really don’t have any close friends here, so you sit alone at a table.

Three guys sit down at a table near you.  They are guys who work in a different department from you but you have seen them around.

You are almost done eating, when you hear. “You wouldn’t believe the place. They did anything I paid them to do.”

You sit there and try to listen in.

“Man, There ain’t no places like that for real.” One says.

“I’ve heard about those places in New York and Frisco, but I didn’t know we had one here.” The other responds.

“Keep your voices down. We don’t want someone to file an HR complaint.” The guy telling the story says.

You sit back and sip the last of your soda, trying to look like you aren’t listening.

They lower their voices so you can’t really get all of what they are talking about but you hear. “The Dungeon”, “Leather”, “Latex”, and “whips”.

“This can’t be real.” You think to yourself. The whole reason your girlfriend broke up with you was because you wanted to try something that she thought was “kinky”. You didn’t really think it was kinky, you just wanted her to wear tall leather boots and a latex bustier, and control you in bed. But it weirded her out and she refused to answer your calls.

You get lost in a moment fantasizing about what your ex-girlfriend, Heather, would have looked like wearing the boots and bustier that you bought her. You felt the leather of the boots against your skin when you bought them. They would have looked so sexy on her.

You see the guys all get up from their table. “Are you going back?” the one guy asks.

“I might. I had an amazing time, I just need to make sure I don’t max out my credit card.”

“Just don’t use the corporate card.” The other jokes.

“Yeah, only executives can do something like that.” The first one jokes.

You head back to your desk and do a quick search online for “The Dungeon”.

There were a few different responses, most of which were related to video games or RPG. You redefine your search including the name of your city. The first couple replies are still related to gaming, but farther down you see something that says “This is a 18+ site”.

You click on it and you read “Welcome to The Dungeon. A place where you can explore your private fantasies. Sexual, Non-sexual, Role Playing, and BDSM services available.”

You know that Corporate IT monitors website activity, so you copy the website address and email it to yourself, so you can check out the site at home.

Once you are home, after you make yourself a quick dinner, you power up your laptop, and open up the link. 

You create a username and password. It asks for age verification. It gives you two options, 1: Upload your ID and a Selfie or 2: Use a valid Credit Card. You think about it for a moment. If you upload your ID and a selfie, and they are doing something nefarious with it, you have set yourself up for identity theft. If you use a credit card, they could steal and misuse it. Reaching into your wallet, you pick a credit card that is almost maxed out. If it is a scam, they can’t do much with it.

After you plug in your information, the screen changes. “Welcome, you have been verified. Do you wish to enter?” You click on “Yes”.

The screen is filled with various images.  The faces are blurred but the body parts are visible. You see women and men dressed in various types of fetish gear. You see beds, couches, pommel horses, and tables in a variety of rooms.

“If you like what you see, please contact us for an in-person visit.” You continue scrolling down, intrigued by what you see. The idea of being tied, and controlled has you hard.

“Rules for In-person visits.

1. Complete the questionnaire.

2. Schedule an appointment with a Master or Mistress.

3. Payment is up front and non-refundable.

4. No illegal acts.

Be honest about your fantasy and we will do our best make it come true.”

You reach down and rub your crotch. Your cock is so hard just thinking about the sexy Mistress they show.

You click on the questionnaire. “Please check ‘Yes’ for all items you wish to do and ‘No’ for all that you do not agree to. If you wish to experiment with something,

please check the ‘Needs Discussion/Comments’ box.”

You have seen loan applications that were less detailed.

It starts off with “Sexual Activity” “Giving/Performing”. It quickly goes down the list Kissing; Cunnilingus (pussy licking/eating); Blow Job; Face Fucking /Rough Blow Job; and continues down for 3 pages. It asks similar questions for “Receiving/Bottoming”, “Fluid Exchange”, “Bondage/Restraint”, and the last deals with “Safe Word”.

You think long and hard as you fill it out. You want to be restrained; slapping (face); slapping (body); Give cunnilingus; Give Vaginal Sex; Use Condoms; and Receive Oral Sex.  You have never done any anal play. Your previous girlfriends all thought it was gross or dirty. You click ‘Needs Discussion’ on Anal Sex Fingering, and then No on the rest of it. You look it over and then add ‘Needs Discussion’ to Giving Anal Sex.

You submit the questionnaire. A schedule pops up on the screen. A number of Mistresses and their dates and times available appear. A note at the top reads “For your first time, the Master or Mistress will spend time interviewing you. This will not be charged to you. If either party does not think that the appointment will be a good match, a different Master or Mistress may be chosen, if available. If you violate any of the house rules, you will be expelled and barred from the establishment.”

You read that a couple of times to make sure you understand. You would hate to go through all of this prep work, just to be turned away.

You notice that they seem to be busy on the weekend, but during the week, there are more spots available during the day. You haven’t used sick days in a while. So you email your boss and tell him you are feeling sick and will go to the doctor tomorrow. You then pick a Mistress with a mid-day opening and hit send.

A confirmation email hits your inbox.

You confirm and double-check the address. It is in the old part of Downtown. You feel nervous but excited. You go to bed and jerk off to a porn video with a woman wearing lots of leather and latex and spanking the man before she forces him to lick her to an orgasm. You stroke yourself so hard and cum quickly, then wipe yourself clean and go to sleep.

 

When you wake up, you call into work to make sure your boss got the email about being sick. He hopes you feel better and will see you tomorrow.

After you shower and clean up, you look at your closet and pick something to wear. You want to look nice, but you don’t really want to wear your “work clothes” to a place called “The Dungeon”.

You put on a pair of khaki slacks and a red polo shirt. When you look in the mirror, you think “Great, I look like ‘Jake from State Farm’.” You are about to change and then stop. You normally don’t dress like this, so you might not be recognized so quickly if someone from the office sees you.

Just to make it look good, you drive from your place to your doctor’s office. You pull into the parking lot and wait for a bit. Then you drive from there to downtown.

As you drive through the part of the city that was Old Downtown, you see a lot of brownstone buildings. Things that used to be stores, newspaper offices, office buildings, and are now just apartments or set for demolition as part of the Mayor’s revitalization effort.  Down a side street you see an old gothic style church. But what catches your eye is that there are no crosses on it. The original sign is gone, replaced by a small one that reads “By Appointment Only”.

You park in the parking lot, and walk past the iron fence that surrounds the property. It all looks a bit eerie even though it is mid-day with full sunshine.

The front door is old oak with black iron hardware, and a large knocker on it.

You grab the metal ring and bang it. The door opens and the hinges squeak loudly. You almost expect to see cobwebs and torchlight, but inside looks pleasant. There are a row of upholstered chairs along a wall, and a desk with a professional looking receptionist. She looks up from her computer screen. “Hello, and welcome to the Dungeon. And you are?”

You walk forward and tell her your name. She checks her screen and nods, then she stands up. “Please follow me.” She leads you to a down a hall that probably was at one time classrooms or offices. The doors are all closed and look to be the same old oak design as the front door. She stops and uses the knocker. The door opens and you see a beautiful woman wearing a thick bathrobe. “Mistress, your next appointment is here.”

She opens the door wider and invites you in. The room is more like what you were expecting. A lot of grey stone and iron candlesticks and sconces.  You see another soft chair and sit in it. She picks up her tablet and clicks on the screen. “Ok, according to your questionnaire, you want to be tied down, slapped and controlled.” She says in a very matter of fact way.

You are a little shocked by it, but then you realize that it is her profession, so you should have expected it. “Yes.” You stammer a little nervously. “I asked my girlfriend, I mean ex-girlfriend to dress up and tie me down.”

She taps her screen again, “Dress up how?”

You describe the bustier and boots, and how you really wanted her to control you and use you for sex.

She slowly nods and taps on the screen of her tablet. “It says here that you “Need to Discuss” Anal, and only have ‘fingering’ marked off.”

You feel nervous again. “I have wanted…to try…but my girlfriends said it was gross, dirty, or gay.”

She sets down her tablet and looks directly in your eyes. “What do you think about anal play?”

You feel a little embarrassed. “When I watch anal sex in porn, it turns me on.”

She nods. “So why did you list ‘Fingering’?”

“I want to see how it feels. Especially when I am restrained or tied down.” You explain.

She moves closer. “You want to feel helpless, as your exposed ass is penetrated and entered?” she says in a soft, seductive voice.

Just thinking about it has you starting to get hard, and swallow nervously. “Yes.”

She leans back and picks up the tablet and jots down some notes. “Is there anything else you want me to add?”

“I like women wearing tall boots, and form fitting leather or latex.”

She nods. “Do you want to schedule 20 minutes, 30 minutes, 45 minutes, or a full hour?”

You think about it.  “If I pick a shorter time, can I extend the session if we need?”

“You can but you will be charged for it.” She says with a pleasant smile.

You pull your wallet out and pick the card you used for ID purposes. “Let’s just do 20 minutes.”

“Oh, one more thing, so I fully understand what you want. You didn’t mention hair or skin color of the Mistress. Do you have a preference?”

You look at her, with her hair pulled in a pony tail and the thick bathrobe covering what she is wearing underneath, and immediately picture her in tall boots and latex. “I like how you look. I don’t really have a preference but I think you are very sexy.”

She smiles and winks at you. “I think you are cute too. Ok. I will need to change. While I am doing that, I will have one of my assistants secure you. Do you want the flat bed or the movable table?”

“Can I look closer at each?” you ask.

She stands up and guides you deeper into the room. The bed is an old style brass frame bed with padded restraints attached to each corner. The cover on the mattress is new and hadn’t been used. You then walk to what she called the ‘movable table’. It looks like something from a horror movie. It has straps and restraints, can be flat, standing up, or any angle in between. Also there are sections where the table can be opened to expose chest, pussy, or penis, if you are laying on your front, or your ass if you are lying on your back. Your mind comes up with a myriad of fantasies and positions using the table. But you shake your head. “Lets use the bed this time.”

She nods. Clicks on her tablet. “I forgot to ask. You want to be restrained but not humiliated. Is that correct?”

You nod. “I like the idea of being someone prisoner who is being used for sexual purposes. But I really don’t need to be told that ‘I’m weak or pathetic’.”

She makes another note on the tablet. “Ok. You are my prisoner.  Did you bring clothing to change into?”

You give her a confused look. “Why?”

“If I treat you like a prisoner, then I could rip or cut your clothing off of you.”

“Damn, I didn’t think of that. I should have brought something to change into afterwards, or clothing that already had rips and tears.”

She holds up her hand. “If you enjoy yourself this time, then next time we can rip and cut your clothing off of you. Just get naked and sit on the bed.”

You nod. “Is there anything else?”

She shakes her head and holds up her tablet. “I just need to hit ‘purchase’ and process your card.” You take the card from your wallet and she taps it against her tablet.

She takes her cell phone and texts. There is a knock at the door. She opens it and a large man wearing a gimp mask silently walks in. She points over to you. “Slave. Secure the prisoner to the bed. I will return shortly.”

As you lie on the bed, you feel the padded cuffs put on your wrists and ankles. A blindfold is put on your eyes. The “slave” never said a word, and you heard the door open and close.

You hear boots walking on the stone floor. A crack echoes in the room. You think it might be a whip being cracked in the air. The sound excites you as you picture the Mistress wearing tall boots and tight latex in your mind. As she walks closer, you get so hard.

“So, my latest prisoner is excited to be in my presence.” You hear her voice say.

You try to think of dialogue from porn movies, but you only think of bad action and adventure movies. “You’ll never break me. I might be your prisoner but I’m free where it counts.”

You feel her breath on your ear.  “I don’t need to break you. I’m just going to use you until I’m tired of you. You are going to be my personal ‘fuck toy’.” She says in a soft seductive tone. “Mmmmm  Look at that. You seem excited by that thought.”

You hear the sound of her pulling on surgical gloves, then you hear the cap open on a bottle. Cold liquid drips along your hard shaft, then you feel her gloved hand firmly grip you and slowly stroke you. Up and down. The lube makes her hand feel so slick.

‘”Oh God that feels good.” You say as you try to reach down but you only move your wrists a little.

“Yes, you are my little ‘Fuck Toy’. Kept on the bed so I can use you any way I want.” She says in a louder tone

You feel so excited. You don’t know how long you are going to last.

She stops stroking you. Your hard cock thumps against your stomach.

You hear a zipper, then feel the bed move. Pleather clad knees are on both sides of your head and you smell the scent of wet cunt.

“You have been pretty vocal. Let’s see if we can put your mouth to a better use.” She says above you.

Damp, warm pussy lips are pressed against your mouth.  Hungrily you stick out your tongue to lick and taste her. “Yes. Look at that tongue. You are going to be my “Fuck Toy’. I’m going to use your mouth and your prick, and maybe even your ass.” She says in a commanding voice.

You try to reach for her thighs but pull against the restraints. She holds her pussy right above your mouth, rubbing her lips and clit against you.

You try to suck her clit.  You feel a playful slap across your face. “No. I control what you suck and what you lick.” She then pulls your hair. You feel the lube in your hair as she pulls firmly.  “If I want you to suck my clit, I will fuck your mouth with it. Do you understand?”

“Yes Mistress!” you say loudly.

“You are such a good little toy. I want to feel you inside of me.” She says in a more seductive tone. You feel her raise up off of you.

A moment later you feel paper towels wiping the lube off of your hard shaft. The rough texture is something you didn’t expect. A moment later, you feel her stand your cock up, and you feel a condom slowly roll down along it.

“Yes. You are perfect for riding now. And you can’t do a thing about it.”

You feel her sit on the bed.  It sounds like she is removing her boots. You nod and think that makes sense. Riding cowgirl or reverse cowgirl will be easier without the boots and will prevent from tearing the bed cover with the heels.

You feel the bed move as she is probably standing on it, and slowly lowering herself. She grabs your rubber-clad dick and slowly rubs her pussy lips along the shaft. Then you feel as she takes you deeper into her. Her pussy is so warm and wet. Even through the condom, you can feel the heat. She goes up and down multiple time until you are fully inside of her. “Oh GOD this feels so damn good.” You say as you start breathing harder. She rocks her pelvis back and forth, grinding her clit against you.

“Is my little Fuck Toy going to cum? I’m going to ride you until done with you.” She says leaning over you. You feel her pleather covered chest rubbing against yours.

“Damn it Heather, this is all I wanted. Why couldn’t you do this.” You say out of anger and sadness. You feel pleasure moving through you. You try to hump up against her but your ankle and wrist cuffs prevent you from doing it. You feel her breathing harder too as she rides you. Her pussy is pulsing around your cock. You explode and fill the condom.

Then you feel her climb off of you. You feel her unlock the restraints. You sit up and remove the blindfold. She has her thick bathrobe on again, but you see the tall boots on the floor.

“You have a few minutes left. Do you want me to probe your ass?” She asks very professionally.

You stand up and slowly get dressed.  “Not this time Mistress. That was amazing. That was everything I wanted.”

You see her walk over and move a curtain which reveals a sink attached to the wall and wash her hands. “You might want to come over here and wash yourself off before you leave.”

She points to a stack of wash clothes and small towels, right next to a hamper. You follow her, soap up a cloth and wash your soft dick so that it is nice and clean. She gives you another wet washcloth and says. “Here, you might want to use it in your hair. Sorry I got a little carried away.”

“No apologies. It was perfect.” You say as you wash the lube out of your hair.

The timer on her tablet goes off. She taps it to silence it.

“Heather really doesn’t know what she missed out on. But her loss is the Dungeon’s gain.” She says. “Would you like to schedule a follow-up for next week?”

You are a little shocked when she says Heather’s name, but you realize that you must have said it aloud when she was riding you. “You’re right, her loss is your gain. I will have to see my work schedule and see when I can take off.”

“We have a ‘lunch time special’. A 30-minute session for the price of a 20-minute. But that is only available Monday through Friday, from 11 o’clock to 1 o’clock. We can even work in a group rate, if you have friends that need fantasies fulfilled.”

You realize that you must be blushing when she mentioned the group rate, because she follows it up with “or if you just need time alone from the office, we are a great place to relax.”

“I will think about it, Mistress. Thank you for an amazing session. Is there a way to pay a tip directly to you?”

She smiles and shows you her Cash App number on her tablet.

You pull out your phone and make a quick transfer. In the notes you type. “Special clinic for emotional health”.

“It has been a pleasure to help fulfil your fantasy.” She says as she escorts you to the door.

“It is a pleasure to be here, Mistress.” You say and then leave.

As you drive home think about when you want to return. At a stop light you quickly email yourself a note, “Check work schedule for ‘lunch special’ next week.”

“No Heather doesn’t know what she missed out on.” You say as the light turns green.

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