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WARNING:  The following story contains scenes of torture that may
not meet everyone's standards of consent.  It's just barely within
the age boundary, and it also may violate some people's idea of
political correctness.

DISCLAIMER: This is purely a piece of fiction.  Resemblance to
a living person is entirely intentional, but the story is still
just fiction.  Make that entirely fiction, since it makes no
attempt to be just.


Copyright Steven S. Davis.   Permission granted for noncommercial
use, so long as the warning, diclaimer, and copyright statement
remain attached.


Playroom
by SD


Part 1

"It's not my place to be making decisions about how anyone else lives,
but I have to say that you're too young to be surrendering power to
another.  You're at the stage where you need to be taking over your
life, making your own decisions.  Once you've gained some more
experience, know more about yourself, and can confidently follow your
own desires, it may be right, for you, to surrender to another.  But
not now."

If anyone had told me that I would someday be saying this to a bright,
exotic coed, I'd have laughed.  I'd long wanted a slave whom I could
train to do whatever I wanted.  All the submissives I'd known had been
too strong and too certain of their identities to permit themselves to
be remade.   When I heard that Annira had broken up with her abusive
jerk of a boyfriend, I'd seen an opportunity to capture a vulnerable
young woman with submissive tendencies and mold her into my fantasy.
But life is full of ironies.  An utterly cynical strategy to exploit
the young lady's hurt and insecurity had succeeded in its purpose, 
and I had her right where I wanted, ready to voluntarily turn over
her power to me.  The plan had work almost perfectly, but even the
most carefully crafted strategy can be undone by the unexpected. 
How the hell was I to know that I'd end up caring about her ?

"So, where does this leave us?", she asked.

Well, I may have had a sudden and unexpected attack of warmth and
caring, but a man can't deny his true self, and I'm still, at heart,
a cruel, exploitive, male pig (screw the chauvanist bit; what did you
other men ever do for me ?).  Besides, a lot of effort had gone into
preparing my new playroom (so most of it was done by students on
independent study - their efforts should be honored; besides, the
paperwork involved in running Independent study courses for such a
diverse group (Architecture, Industrial Arts, Pre-med, and 
Criminology) was a killer).

"I think we can work something out.  Let me show you something", I
said, leading her towards the playroom.  "While I don't think you
should be surrendering power on a full time basis to anyone, even
me, one of the choices which you should be free to make is to make
temporary submissions.  I've set up a playroom; that's a benign
euphemism for dungeon.  The way I want our relationship to operate
is like this. Outside of the playroom I'll be your friend, always;
your mentor when I can; and your lover as often as you'll let me.
Inside the playroom, I'll be your private demon, using and abusing
you as I will.  By crossing its threshold you will have
surrendered all your rights and submitted to my will. Whether you
decide to be compliant or to resist is up to you, but I'll do
anything I want to you, and you will end up doing whatever it is I
want of you.  There will be no safeword, you will not be able to
end the session, nor terminate any "game" within a session, and you
will not be allowed to leave until I wish it.

You will never have to enter the playroom.  I will not use force
or fraud to bring you within it, and if it is your choice never
to enter, or should you enter a few times then decide you don't
want to return, it will not diminish my affection or regard, nor
will it have an negative impact on our relationship.  I believe
I'm not just rationalizing my own desires when I say I think it
will be good for you to spend some time there, but I will never
request or suggest that you enter, it will be your decision.

Understand, though, that part of learning to make decisions is
learning to accept the consequences of your decisions.  If you
decide not to enter, I'll respect that decision.  If you decide
to enter, knowing what that means, I'll respect that decision
also.  You're an adult, and I won't insult you by assuming that
you don't know what you're doing and need to be constantly
queried about what you really want or offered opportunities to
reverse your decision."

"So what's in this playroom ?", she said.

"There should be some mystery in life, don't you think ?  You'll
have to enter to find out, and I may bring in something new at
any time", I said.

"Do I get to step in and look around before deciding ?", she
asked.

"Part of the idea of surrendering to someone is that you must
trust them.  We may negotiate scenes outside the playroom, and
then you can gather all the details you want before agreeing to
the scene, but in deciding whether or not to enter this room,
there are only two things for you to consider: do you want to
give up control, and do you trust me ?  Unless you can
unequivocably answer 'Yes' to both questions, don't enter.  Just
to drive home this "no peeking" point, we'll use college rules:
one foot inbounds.  If you have one foot touching the floor
across this threshold, and I can grab it, you're in - and in for
it".

"So when does this start ?"

"The room is ready now", I said, "but I think I'll keep it closed
until tomorrow so you have plenty of time to digest the idea.
Think about the terms I've given you.  If you don't want to agree
to them, that's OK, and it won't affect our friendship, but if
you want to experiment with submission and helplessness I think
this will be good for you.  I know it will be good for me".



I saw Ann jogging up the road to my house Saturday morning.  She
sometimes liked to play on the edge; perhaps she would do today.
I opened the door to the playroom and went into it, leaving the
door open, keeping my back to the door as I fiddled with one of
the toys.  After considering it, Annira had agreed to my terms,
but had chosen not to try the playroom last night.  But she was 
intrigued by it.  I once had a kitten that found it absolutely
amazing that someone would sit in a tub full of water.  The first
time he saw me do it he walked around the edge of the tub several
times, then, curiousity getting the better of him, he stuck one
paw in a soapdish and the other in the water.  But the soapdish
wasn't the the most stable of perchs, and he slipped and fell into
the tub, from which he quickly extracted himself and walked off in
a huff.  I thought Ann might be kittenish enough to try to safely
investigate this intriguing place; it might be that she too would
overestimate the security of her observation post.  Hopefully, 
that would be where the parallels ended.  I didn't want her to walk
off in a huff, and I certainly hoped this would be more fun than
sharing one's bathtub with an angry cat.

I'd said no fraud, but I'd also told her the rules.  I would say
or do nothing that would violate my pledge, but I would not fail to
exploit any overconfident impertinence she displayed.  She needed
to learn to be very careful about playing on the edge; there's
always a chance of falling off.

I heard the knock on the door. "COME ON IN", I shouted. In a few
moments she called out "Where are you?".

"IN HERE", I replied.  "Ohhh", she said, "the mysterious playroom.
It doesn't seem so frightening".

"The most dangerous thing in any dungeon, my dear, is the master", I
replied, still keeping my back to her and my head down but observing
her in a mirror on the opposite wall.  I saw her approach the room
and quickly poke her head in and look around.  She was in a
tee-shirt and jogging shorts, with sneakers and nice thick white
socks.  She smiled slyly, and carefully lifted one foot over the
threshold and gingerly let the toe of her shoe touch the floor.
"Oh, master", she said, her musical Jamaican voice tinkling like a 
bell.

I had started to move as soon as her toe touched ground, and before
her playful taunt was out had turned and snapped the whip that had
been hidden against my body.  It was a pretty low percentage move,
but if it missed she would still learn something about being careful
where one treads, and if it scored we would both learn a lot.  Today
luck was with me.  The whip tightly encircled her ankle, just inside
the threshold, and with a sharp tug her small body was pulled
entirely within the room. I scampered across the room, slammed the
door shut, and locked it (it was tempting to twirl and frolick a bit,
but that would have undermined the gravitas I was struggling to
maintain).  "Wait a minute", she said through her laughter, "you said
no force".

"I also said quite explicitly that one foot in the room made you
vulnerable.  You put that foot down freely, you little tease.  Now
you're mine to use as I will.  I hope you don't have any
commitments for today - or tonight - for you won't be able to
honor them".  I reached down and grabbed her by the hair and the
right wrist, which I twisted behind her as I shoved her towards
the back of the room.  "It was an accurate assessment that this
room isn't very frightening.  Different types of play are helped
by different environments.  This room, with its swings and
springs and soft pillows and thick rugs, is, built for pleasure", I
said, before releasing her hair momentarily to open a door in the
back of the room.  "The place you're going now", I said, as we went
through the door and down a flight of stairs to the basement, "is
built for pain".  We got the the bottom of the stairs and I
unlocked a solid steel door and pushed Ann through, then locked it
behind me, and released her arm.

"Strip here", I commanded.  While dragging Ann here I'd gained
enough control over my demeanor to make the command quite stern,
and to follow it with an intense, and I hoped, intimidating
glare.  It seems to have worked, for though she initially seemed
inclined to protest, she thought better of it and removed all her
clothes. I then opened the steel barred door of the dungeon and
roughly shoved her into the dungeon.  The clank as the door
closed behind us was very loud, by design, and it was fun to
watch how she started at the sound.  I took her wrists and
applied leather cuffs, fastening her hands behind her, then
forced a ball gag into her mouth over her protests.  The gag,
featuring a wiffle ball made of a very hard material used in
making toys for zoo animals, instead of a solid rubber ball, did
little to silence her but rendered the sounds she made
unintelligible.  The cuffs were buckled shut, the buckle reinforced
with padlocks that would make the restraints impervious to her
clever fingers.

"As much as I'd love to start playing with you now, I've
commitments I must honor.  You'll have to spend a few hours
alone.  This room is quite ugly, by design, and it won't do
for this to be your introduction to your new abode.  I'll need to
find you some object of beauty to look at while you wait".  At
this I knelt and placed leather cuffs on each of her ankles, then
took cords on the cuff holding her right foot and dragged it till
the cords reached a conveniently positioned ring in the floor, to
which I tied the cords.  Repeating the process with her other
foot left her delightfully spread.  I then took an handful of
her dark hair, gave it a couple twists, then tied a rope tightly 
at its base, and pulled the rope taut so any movement of Annira's
head would prove quite painful.  "Be back in a moment, Sextoy - did
I mention that while in the dungeon you don't have a name, just a
descriptive designation ?  Don't go anywhere."  I exitted the
dungeon briefly, then returned pushing a full length mirror which I
positioned a few feet in front of my captive.  I also retrieved her
glasses and placed them on her to assure that she had a good view. 
"I can't imagine a lovelier sight for you to contemplate while I'm
gone," I said.  "Well, actually I can think of something", I said,
taking up a position behind her and moving my right hand to her
chest, where I slowly teased her nipples, and moving my left hand
to her pussy, which I stroked softly for a few moments before my
finger penetrated her, while at the same time I kissed her on the
back of her neck and along the length of her spine.  Not being much
inclined to watch the clock at such moments, I don't know how
long I continued, but she was hot and wet some minutes before I
finished.  When I did, I took her head in my hands to be sure her
eyes were open and her face directed to the mirror, where a
gorgeous, impassioned creature starred back at her. "Now that's
beautiful", I whispered in her ear, then released her and started
to leave.  The stimulation having ceased prematurely, her throaty
moans turned to frantic squeals.  "Don't worry dear, I'll be back
later, and we can play more then", I said as the first door clanked
shut behind me, and then I left her alone in the dungeon.


I didn't actually have anything to do, aside from dousing myself
with a couple pitchers of cold water.  I just wanted to let her
stew for a while.  There were observation points that allowed me
to keep an eye on her as she squirmed in her bonds.  Her arrested
arousal had her struggling futilely against the bonds, which being
padded leather wouldn't hurt her, but also wouldn't allow her to
escape.  Each tug upon the restraints sent her plush figure to
shaking.  Perhaps I'd be able to finish up a little sooner.  No,
better to leave my young friend in bondage for a few hours more. 
Not knowing how long she was to remain there and having no way
of measuring time, her youthful impatience would make a few hours
of immobility seem like an eternity.  Right now she was mad at me
for causing her own needs to torment her; in few more hours she'd
be desperate for release, but it would be a bit different.  

Amazing how much energy one has at eighteen.  A couple hours had
gone by, and she continued to test the restraints.  By now she had
to know it was pointless, but I suppose that pent up energy demanded 
expression.  Suited me well enough, quietly watching her brown 
buttocks bounce.  She would twist and tug for awhile, then tire, and 
start trying to unbuckle her wrist restraints, till she became 
frustrated, and then she'd twist and tug some more, setting her 
thighs, tits, and tush in motion again.  Delightful.  When she 
finally either accepted that she wasn't going to get out until I
decided to let her loose, or just didn't have the will to struggle
any longer, and settled into placid captivity, the time had come for
a change.

The first thing that needed to be done was for me to deal with *my*
pent up energy.  Several hours of watching captive flesh jiggle had
put an edge on me that was unsuited to the superbly controlled, 
self-contained persona I was trying to present.  It wouldn't do for
her to realize, just yet, how much power she had over me.  So this 
would have to be done in such a way that she would perceive it as an
expression of my mastery over her instead of an expression of my
frantic need for her.

I entered the dungeon without a word, and immediately went to
work on Ann.  I untied her hair, and tied the rope around the
links connecting her wrist cuffs, then pulled on it, bringing her
head down to the level of her waist.  I removed the gag, then pulled
out my cock and placed a condom on it.  For once there was no 
conflict between the requirements of safer sex and pursuit of
pleasure, as I dearly needed any reduction in sensation I could get.
"Suck", I commanded.

  "No!"

"You're going to make this hard on yourself, heh ?  Good", I said,
{I *really* don't need this right now, I thought} as I reached below
her to grap her breasts.  "Here's a couple nice sized chocolate 
drops", I said as I began to twist her tits.

"AHHH - LET GO - OHHH - THAT HURTS - STOP IT, PLEASE ! - PLEASE STOP"

A few choruses of twist 'n shout later (just after she started
saying "I'LL SUCK ! - PLEASE STOP - MERCY MASTER, MERCY, PLEASE !"),
I figured she'd had enough, and besides that, I couldn't hold out
much longer myself.  I grabbed her hair and thrust my member into her
mouth and moved her head back and forth as she gagged.  "Keep your 
lips on it.  That's good.  Now you keep it up", I ordered as I 
released her head, and she started moving her head up and down the
length of my cock.  After a few passes, I knew I was close, and
withdrew from her mouth and positioned myself behind her. Fingering
her pussy made it obvious I needn't had worried about getting my 
cock lubricated.  I reached forwards to gently grasp and massage
her breasts, and thrust into her.  A few thrusts and she was moaning,
and it was taking quite a bit of effort on my part not to provide
counterpoint.  The effort to not audibilize was, fortuitously, 
distracting enough to help delay my loss of control.  Fully inside
her now, I took her by the hips and began rotating them, and her
moans started coming faster.  I managed to coordinate the rotation
with some short thrusts and withdrawls, which was not bad for
someone who was trying very, very, hard to control the urge to shout
"I LOVE YOU".  The combination had the hoped for result, as she
began experiencing orgasmic spasms, and I was at last able to let
go and start shooting within her.  My state being what it was, that
barrage didn't last long, and my gun was empty well before she 
stopped twisting and jerking, but finally she was as limp and wet
as I had become, and I withdrew, carefully.  Removing the condom, I
considered various exercises I could have her perform, like getting
a straw and having her suck up the jizz, but I didn't think she was
ready for advanced debauchery just yet, so I disposed of the condom.
As I did so I saw that her legs were rubbery and she was slumping in
her bonds, so I pushed a thick cushion beneath her, and taking a 
knife, slashed the rope, and she collapsed onto the cushion and lay
there gleaming and panting.  That, I thought, should be a
sufficiently masterly gesture, at least so long as she didn't 
notice how wobbly and close to collapse I was.  She wasn't very
observant at the moment, which allowed me to briefly stroke her hair
and brush my fingers across her cheek without revealing my own
disarray.  I checked her wrists and ankles and found no abrasions 
and no indication of reduced circulation.  Time for a disdainful
departure - and a lot of sugar and salt and a cold shower before
I came back; one can't let the trainees know the trainers sweat too.
Composing myself as best I could, I rose, and with a fully erect
(posture) turned on my heel and strode out of the dungeon without a
word or backword glance.  I managed to get out of sight before
slumping.

This was going to be a trying day for us both.


Part 2

After restoring myself, I was rested and ready enough to start
putting Ann through her paces.  I returned to the dungeon with
a bottle of water and a bucket of ice.  Ann was again trying to
free her hands.  "You're quite persistent, Sextoy", I said.

She looked up at me, not angrily, but quite resolutely, and said
"My name is Anneri.  You may call me Ann.  You may call me 'your
Sextoy', but I have a name, even here".

"A notion of which I will have to disabuse you.  But there's time
for that".  It seemed Ann wanted to resist.  That suited me, but
we weren't going to fight when she wanted to or on the issues she
was prepared to fight about; there would be plenty of opportunities
to deal with this when she wasn't ready for it.  I untied the cords
of her ankle cuffs, then ordered her to stand.  She proudly and
defiantly pulled herself up to her full 5'1".  I leaned down and
kissed her on the mouth, then kissed my way down her neck to her
breasts, and teased her nipples with my tongue, then took a breast
in each hand, and slowly fondled it.  Her open mouth and closed 
eyes suggested that her interest in being defiant had abated.  I
released her breasts and stepped back.  Immediately her eyes 
opened, "Please don't stop", she said.

I waved my hand in front of her chest, and said one of my favorite
"three little words" combinations: "Make them bounce".

"What ?"

"It appears this University's standards aren't what they used to be.
Which of those words was a mystery to you ?  I will repeat a command
without penalty this one time: MAKE - THEM - BOUNCE". 

She looked vaguely ill, but my stern voice and steely gaze, possibly
supplemented by the fact that I had picked up a thin, whippy cane, 
had the desired effect, and she began moving her shoulders, sending
ripples through her mammaries.  "I said 'BOUNCE'", I told her, and
she increased her efforts, causing her breasts to bounce nicely.
For a few minutes I enjoyed the show as her light brown breasts 
danced.  "We can do better than that, I think", I said, "Turn
around".  When she turned around I took some thin rope and encircled
each elbow, then pulled her elbows together.

"AHHGGH !"
  "Hurts, doesn't it ?"
"Yes"
  "Yes, what ?", I said, pulling the ropes a little tighter.
"OWW - Yes, sir".
  "Master would have been better".
"Please...Master, may I address you differently ?"
  "'Master' is objectionable to you ?  All right, 'Sir' will suffice;
 when we are being formal you'll say "My Lord".
"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir".
  "Here's a piece of information for you Sextoy.  Binding your elbows
like this hurts plenty when its done, and it will hurt when it's
undone as the circulation returns. Now turn around, Sextoy", I said.
Her eyes flashed briefly but she wasn't ready now to fight about it.
Her tits were riding higher now that her elbows were cinched.
"Make them bounce".  She started shaking again. "Oh, sir, it hurts",
she said.

The cane swished across her thigh.  "EEEYYY", she shrieked.  
"That hurt too, didn't it ?  Make them bounce", I ordered.
She shook vigorously, and her breasts resumed their dance.  I was
switching my gaze between the wonderful action playing across her
chest and the equally delightful expressions playing across her
face as pain and shame and fear and fatigue danced across her visage
while her boobs went every which way.  I was waiting for the diamonds
to appear on her face, and when the tears began to fall from her 
black eyes, I grabbed her shoulders, then slipped my arms around her
and pulled her to me and held her till she stopped crying.

"You're not done yet, Sextoy.  There's more than one way to set
female flesh to jiggling.  Kneel on that bench.  No, don't sit back,
stay erect from your knees".

I took the cords of her ankle cuffs and tied her ankles together,
then picked her up and set her on her feet.  I stepped away from her
and caned her across the buttocks.  "OWWW - please sir why sir". The
cane swished twice more.
 "AAHHHH - OOOWWWWW"
"The first was for motivation.  The last two were for presuming to
question me.  'Your's is not to reason why, your's is just to do and
hope you don't die'.  Now hop back and forth across the dungeon until
I order you to stop, and if any words come out of that pretty mouth
I'll give you twenty strokes for each word. Now hop to it !"

Ann started hopping across the dungeon, which didn't cause as much
motion in the mammaries but did set everything in motion.  At the
end of the room she twisted about and hopped back the other way. 
This was quite pleasant but much too easy for her, so I waited till
she was opposite some padding and then threw her to the ground.  I
grabbed her ankles and pulled them up, and slipped a pair of four 
inch French heels onto her feet.  I was never much good at
coordinating, so I hadn't been able to decide what color went best
with a naked Jamaican, but I figured you can't go wrong with black.
They were a pretty pathetic excuse for high heels, but hopping
around in six inch stilettoes would probably be too much to expect
at this point, and it was important to set hurdles that she could
clear.  I put her back on her feet and let her wobble for a bit as
she adjusted to the new distribution of weight, then said "Resume
hopping; there will be severe penalties if you fall", and she 
started hopping, more tentatively, not as high or as far or as fast,
so despite the aesthetically favorable redistribution of her weight,
the jiggling was less pronounced.  But her obvious fear, especially
on the frequent occasions that she needed to struggle to maintain
her balance, more than made up for it.  She made a couple more
circuits, and while she was starting to glisten a bit, it was clear
this hurdle was also too low.  "Stop", I ordered.

I loosened the elbow ropes to let the circulation resume.
  "AHHHHOWW"
"I told you it would hurt. You've been hopping much too slowly,
and with your elbows loosened there's no excuse for that.  Now 
start hopping and make it quick".  SWISH and the cane struck the 
back of her thighs.  
  "AAAAHHHH !"
"Now, Toy. Speed it up".
She hopped a little faster and jiggled a little more, but this was
getting boring, so I urged her on to faster speeds, following her 
back and forth and caning her buns while she shreaked.
 "OWWWWW"
 "AHHHHH"
 "EEEEIII - please sir - ARGH - I'm hopping as faster as I can - OWW"
 "OHHH - mercy, please master - YEEP"
 "OOWW - PLEASE DON'T HIT ME ANYMORE - AHHHGH !"

Finally she fell, long after I had expected her to.  "ON YOUR FEET !",
I shouted.
   "I can't, sir !", she said, and I started caning her prostrate form.
 "STAND UP"
     "I'm tied up, how can I - AAAAGGG"
  "DO IT", I ordered, striking her as she rolled around the floor 
screaming and crying.  Finally she got her back to the wall and her
feet under her managed to push herself up.  But as she had rolled
about the floor her shoes had come off.
  "Who gave you permission to remove your shoes ?", I demanded.
"I'm sorry, sir it was an accident please forgive me sir, mercy
please sir", Ann said through her tears.

At this I grabbed her by the neck and threw her across my knee as I
sat down and started spanking her sore striped ass swiftly and hard
with my bare hand.

"Please sir I'm sorry sir it hurts so much I won't do it again please
OWW I'm sorry EEE MERCY MASTER PLEASE PLEASE I'M SO SORRY PLEASE
DON'T HURT ME ANYMORE &lt;SOB&gt; PLEEEEESE DADDY I'LL BE GOOD I PROMISE 
TO BE GOOD DADDY &lt;SOB&gt;DADDY DON'T HURT ME PLEASE &lt;SOB&gt; I PROMISE TO
BE A GOOD GIRL &lt;SOB&gt;I'LL BE GOOD FROM NOW ON PLEASE &lt;SOB&gt;", she cried
out.  By this point she was sobbing too steadily to get out any more
words.  I stopped spanking her, and laid Ann down on her side so I 
could open the doors to the dungeon, the picked her up, pressing 
her head to my chest, and carried the sobbing girl out of the
dungeon and up the stairs to the the playroom, where I laid her on
a bed and removed the restraints and we lay together as I rocked
and cuddled her until the tears subsided and I pressed my hand over
her head and held it against my heart until she went to sleep.

Part 2b

Anneri awoke from her short nap as I was binding her wrists in
front of her with cloth strips.  "Kneel on the bed", I ordered.
She did so, her swollen eyes downcast, though it seemed less
an act of submission than a refusal to look at me.
"Place your hands behind your head and do not move them until I
give you a direct order to do so.  We always need to test our
students to see if they have understood their lessons, or if
we have failed to instruct and need to go over the subject
again.  I have a few questions for you; all of them refer to
your present position within these walls.  You will raise your eyes
and look at me as you answer".
  "What are you ?"
Ann looked at me as she knelt, hands behind her head and a quite
distinct pout on her face.  After a long moment, she replied in a
small voice, "I'm your sextoy".
   "Where are you ?"
"In the playroom".
   "How did you come to be here ?"
A long silence before she whispered "I entered volunatarily".
   "Speak up"
More forcefully, "I entered voluntarily".
   "How long will you remain here ?"
"For as long as you wish me to remain".
   "What is your purpose here ?"
"To serve you".
    "Very good so far. One last question: what is your name ?"
Another long silence.  Then, in a distinct voice, "My name is
Anneri".

Now there was another long silence while I weighed my response.
"All right, Sextoy, on your feet.  You know where you're going",
I told her.
  "May I speak, sir ?"
"Yes".
    "I've surrendered my power to you by choice.  But no matter how
  much you torture me, I'll never surrender my identity.  In this
  room I exist to serve you, but it's still my existence, I won't
  surrender my identity and become an extension of your life".
"Nicely stated.  I believe it's best we establish the veracity of
your assertion empiricly.  Start walking".

Ann rose from the bed and began walking towards the door to the
dungeon.  She was trying to be brave, though her steps became
slower as she descended the stairs, and when she reached the
threshold of the dungeon she turned away, and I had to push her
through the door.  The dungeon reverberated with the sound of the
door slamming shut.  The pout on her face had been replaced with a
look of obvious and delicious terror.  "A bit harder to be brave
here, isn't it ?", I asked.  "Would you like to reconsider your
last answer ?"
"My name is Anneri", she said, her voice trembling.



Anneri was strapped into a straightbacked metal chair, the straps
at her ankles, knees, wrists, and elbows, across her thighs, around
her waist, and over her shoulders holding her almost completely
immobile.  The juxtaposition of her burning buttocks against the
rough surface of the chair, the seat of which had a bore more than
a small resemblance to a grater, was very painful and made it very
hard not to squirm, even though such movement only increased the
pain.  Undoubtedly Ann's nimble mind already knew this, but her
nubile body was resisting this conclusion, and continued to struggle.
While I waited for the idea to sink in, I poured myself a cup of
Blue Mountain coffee.  I was trying to add just the right amount of
cream to make it match Ann's skin, but it was hard to judge without
side-by-side comparisons, so I had to keep pouring a little hot coffee
on Ann's arms, thighs, shoulders and breasts to see how it compared.
All the drippings were done from a sufficient altitude and after a
sufficent cooling period that Ann wasn't burned, but her yelps, and
occasional screams, as each sample hit her naked flesh made it clear
she wasn't having a good time, and, unfortunately, caused her to
squirm even more.  Oddly, it seemed I just could never get a match
and had to constantly refresh the cup with some more hot coffee then
start adding cream again.  Ann had repeatedly offered to mix the cup
for me, assuring me most forcefully that she could get it just right,
but it would have taken too long to release her and then strap her
in again.  Finally I held a newly filled, steaming cup by her face
and despaired of ever getting it right.  "Enough of this", I said as
I straightened, and with a twist of my wrist sent the steaming fluid
towards her face. Her terrified "NO!" was barely out when the fluid
hit her face, and for a moment she sat perfectly still waiting for
the terrible pain, and when it didn't come she shook her head to get
the coffee off her eyelids and opened her eyes wide.

"You've never played with dry ice ?", I asked.  "Creates a nice bit
of steam, doesn't it ?", I said, as I took a wet rag and began
carefully and quite thoroughly cleaning her up, the undulating
surface of her breasts requiring and receiving special attention.
"While I've got you here it seemed a good time to consider some
adornments of your body", I said, holding a gold bell by her nipple.
"Wouldn't this look nice hanging from your pierced nipple ?"
She shook her head violently, while "No...please don't" came from
her lips.  "Well, if you're not going to say anything constructive,
please be quiet", I told her as I forced a gag in her mouth.  I was
of course well aware of how very afraid of needles she was, a fear
that went beyond the rational anticipation of pain, though given her
still low tolerance for pain she had good reason to dread the pain
of being pierced.  As I showed her the various pieces and discussed
the possible placements, while checking an autoclave full of piercing
instruments and assembling my swabs, alcohol, and betadyne, the
conflict between her reason, which told her I wouldn't dare pierce
an unwilling subject, and her not fully rational fear of being
pierced, played out nicely in her wide eyes.  As unreasoning fear
seemed to be winning, I removed her gag, and after a few moments of
impassioned pleas that I not do such a thing to her, I managed to
get her attention for a moment, and told her "I really think Anneri
would look lovely with all this gold hanging off her".  She wasn't
so panicked that she didn't pick up the meaning of that, but she
hestitated, still uncertain if I would really make her into a
pincushion, but terrified of the possibility that I just might be
that cruel.  Finally she spoke, "She-e m-might at thh-at.  Why
don-n't you ask her when you see her ag-gain ?".
 "An excellent idea", I said, "Oh, and you are ?".

Ann dropped her eyes, and said, "I'm nobody".


Part 3

I left Anneri alone in the dungeon, still strapped into the chair.
The name business wouldn't have mattered much to me, but it was so
important to her that I felt it was imperative to have her renounce
her name to make her submission complete.  Cynical being that I am
I would have happily renounced my name in such circumstances and
never felt a thing, but Anneri was so young and principled that such
pragmatism was hard for her, and she needed some time alone to
recover from her humiliation.  The chair was painful, but there
wasn't any way for her to injure herself while strapped into it.
Naturally, I wasn't going to leave her helpless and unobserved,
so I repaired to my observation post.  This was, of course, merely
a case of exercising my responsibilty to her, as her Top, not to
leave her helpless and alone; the chance to watch her cry while she
thought she had a moment of privacy had nothing to do with it (the
videotape ?  I was just testing the equipment ! ).  But she did cry
prettily.

When she'd stopped crying and had enough time to regain her
composure, I returned to release her.  It had always been my plan
to move her from the dungeon to the playroom so that our session
could conclude with pleasure, but I wanted to bring her down first.
I hadn't counted on her being as strong as she had turned out to be,
though, and had hurt her more than I had originally expected to, so
this was going to be a bit harder than expected.  I needed very much
to make this an experience she would remember fondly, mostly because
I really did care for her, partly because she wasn't very likely to
play again if I didn't.  The thought that when playing a game of
nonconsensual consent it was critical that the bottom believe *after*
the game that what had transpired was what she had consented to did
make an appearance in my mind.  A couple appearances, actually.

I came behind the chair and stroked Ann's hair, then caressed her
shoulders and neck before bending down to kiss her face.  My hands
dropped to her breasts and began fondling them.  I moved around to
the front so I could better read her still downcast, pouting face as
I continued to stroke her breasts and finger her nipples, then after
a few moments I leaned forwards and kissed her on the mouth.  She
didn't resist but her passive reaction was disturbing.  "You seem
a bit down", I told her. "We'll have to find a way to get you
laughing again".  I undid the knee and ankle straps on her right
leg and lifted her leg by the heel, causing her to grimace.
"A little stiff, huh ?", I asked as I rubbed her leg.  I repeated
the process on her left leg, then undid her elbow and wrist straps.
I wrapped cloth strips around each wrist, then tied her wrists
together with one end of a twelve foot rope.  Moving behind her
again, I undid the shoulder straps and began massaging her shoulders
and neck, then undid the waist belt and took her by the elbow and
helped her from the chair, and half carried her to a bench on which
I had spread a soft blanket to cushion her sore buttocks.  I lowered
a chain from above her and tied the other end of the rope to a link
in the chain, then raised it again.  I then opened the stocks
connected to the bench on which Anneri sat, and placed her feet in
the cushioned openings before locking them shut again.  Her ankles
had a little room to move but not enough that she could ever extract
her feet.  "You still seem a little depressed, dear" I told her as I
turned away to remove some toys from the wall, and when I came back
to her I had a heavy flogger in each hand.  "I think I know just what
will loosen you up", I told her as her eyes went wide with
apprehension.  "It's so much better if you don't know where or when
it's coming', I told her as wrapped an Ace bandage around her eyes.
I then started circling her, silently, round and round as she futiley
followed my footsteps, turning her face towards the sound as if she
expected to see the first stroke through the bandage.  She didn't,
of course, and it took her completely by surprise as it slashed
across her rips, each stroke quickly followed by another.

"EEEEE", she shrieked. "STOP IT - EEEEYYYCKK - HAA HA HAHAHAHA -
STOP PLEASE HAHAHA PLEASE STOP".  But there was no mercy for her as
the feathers found their targets again and again no matter how
violently she twisted to avoid them, no matter how she piteously
she shrieked, despite her most heartrending pleas for mercy or her
most salacious offers of alternative action.  At last they stopped,
giving the trembling, gasping girl a chance to recover her breath
and her dignity, for the tear stains were showing though the bandage
and she had been on the brink of sobbing.  I knelt behind her, a tiny
woman on a low bench, and my head was level with hers, and I kissed
her shoulders and neck as I caressed her heaving breasts, then
started slowly tracing the path of her spine with soft kisses.  After
making a complete circuit, I rose, and began to circle her again, as
ominously as I was able (fortunately I was wearing loose pants
today).  After a couple passes I struck again, this time on her
belly, but with a briefer assault that stopped after the laughter
but before the tears, then resumed my circling, striking as randomly
as I could at her ribs, sides, belly, and of course her madly
squirming feet, which at times presented a sufficiently mobile target
that I had to drop the feathers and grasp a foot with one hand while
tickling it with the other.  Despite the recovery times she was now
crying at each touch and I judged she would soon lose control
completely.  As delightful as I would have found that on other
occasions, her psyche needed some recovery time, so I discontinued
this torment.

"Are you about to piss yourself, my dear ?".  I'm still not entirely
sure when Ann's blushing (I plan to put the matter to the test until
I can read that indicator as well as any other), but I think she
blushed.  "Can't have that, can we ?", I said, and unlocked the
stocks and freed her legs (raising her feet, I couldn't resist the
urge to administer a quick tickle), then lowered the chain and
untied the end of the rope.  I removed the wet bandage, then took
her by the arm to lead her to the bathroom.  Ann was a bit unsteady,
so I put my arm around her waist and held her against me as we walked.

"After having been tied up all day I imagine you need to relieve
yourself", I told her.  She looked around the room for the
porcelain throne, then asked "Where ?".
 "There in the corner, where the footpads are", I said.  She looked
at me quizzically.  "Here", I said, leading her to the place,
putting her feet on the footpads, and tossing the other end of the
wrist rope over a bar above her, then tying it to a ring in the wall,
leaving her naked, legs spread and arms held above her as she stood
over a trough set into the floor, "Go ahead".
  "You expect me to go HERE ?", she said.
"I know you're going to go quite soon, and I would prefer it was
there; it'd be much less messy.  The hygiene is adequate, and in
any event I won't make it your responsibility to clean the toilet.
However, if you empty yourself someplace else you will be
responsible for cleaning it up".
   "Alright, I'll go here", she said, somewhat testily.  We both
waited. "Well, would you MIND ?", she asked.
 "I don't mind at all", I said, and we waited some more.
    "Well, would you please leave ?"
 "No"
    "You're going to stand there and watch ?"
 "Yes"
    "NOW I know you're sick".
  "Why ?"
    "WHY ?"
  "That was my question"
    "You stand around watching women piss and you don't think that's
     sick ?"
  "No, but I'm very gratified to hear that you do, it will make this
   more fun.  I really don't understand this particular scruple of
   yours - I mean, what secrets do you think you're about to reveal ? -
   but it's amusing to help you overcome it.  What do you have to worry
   about ?  I haven't said anything about collecting the urine and
   showering you with it, or making you drink it, or doing anything
   other than performing a perfectly natural function".
She got a funny look then, and asked "What exactly do you plan to do
with this piss ?"
  "That would be telling".
    "Well, if you're not telling, I'm not going"
  "You're not going anywhere until you go here"
    "Shit"
  "If you like"

She didn't say anything for some time; whether she was being stubborn,
or whether she just couldn't do it with me watching was unclear,
though her squirming suggested the latter.  I got out the board and
started placing two piles of stones. "Care for a game while we wait ?",
I asked her.
  "A game ?  Don't you have enough games going on right now ?  What
   game do you suggest we play now ?", she asked.  I gestured towards
   the board.  "OHHHH", she groaned. "Pleeeese", she whined, "pin me,
   stun me, but please don't pun me, THAT I can't bear".
It was immaterial anyway, since she soon began to relieve herself,
emptying what must have been an uncomfortably full bladder; we wouldn't
have had time to get Going anyway.

Helpful soul that I am (even if many do consider me a heel), I
decided I would do Ann the service of washing and drying her
between the legs, and being a very thorough soul as well, I followed
that up with a diligent visual and tactile examination of the area.
It's important to be thorough, for while my initial probes had
indicated that the task had been accomplished, later probings found
additional moisture; this seemed to be causing Ann some distress, so
I untied the rope and moved her to a table in the dungeon.  I tied
the end of the rope to a ring in the floor, being sure to tie it off
in such a way as to remove most of the slack, then placed Ann's legs
in the stirrups of the table and strapped them down to try to assure
a stable workplace.  I repeated my explorations and found that the
situation was much worse than it had seemed, Ann was very wet, and
her squirming, combined with the grimace on her face and the little
whimpering sounds she was making, made it clear she was very
uncomfortable with the situation.  A prompt response was called
for, but I have never believed in premature action, and therefore
proceeded with more detailed examinations, spreading her labia for
a better look and softly running my fingers over the entire visible
area, while gently probing the parts I couldn't see.  My poor
Anneri's increasing violent reactions made it clear that I had to
speed up my investigations, so I increased the pace and force of my
stroking and probing, but, ever diligent, I persisted until I was
sure of the terrain.  By this time the fluid flow was quite
prodigious and immediate action could no longer be deferred, so I
dropped my mouth to the effected area and began a vigourous effort
to suck up the fluid flow and lick dry the rest of the area.  Anneri's
increasingly forceful moans drove me on, and as she began to cry out
"PLEASE PLEASE OH GOD PLEASE" I threw my last reserves into the
effort, my tongue darting madly, but as her spasms increased in
force while the volume and pitch of her screams heightened I feared
that all my efforts were for nought and my darling would soon be
done, but then she started to shout "YES YES OH YES" in an ecstatic
voice and the violence of her spasms was replaced by a sort of
persistent trembling accompanied by small moans.  This continued for
a few moments, then she lay silent and still.  I rose and caressed
Ann's wet, glowing face, then covered it with kisses.  I unstrapped
her legs and cut the rope to her wrists, so that the few inches of
dangling rope below her hands would not be a hindrance, and carried
her to a chair, where I sat with her on my lap and put my arms around
her and held her close as I rocked her.


I don't know how long we remained like that; a long time, I think,
but it's not by oversight that nothing in the Playroom helps to
measure time.  Ann may have slept a little.  When she began to stir
in my arms, I kissed her and asked, "So how are you?".
  "I'm good", she said, smiling, "but you're a mess".
"We could both using a cleaning up before supper", I said.
  "FOOD !", Ann said, "yes, I'm famished".
"Well, shower first", I said as I put her on her feet and nudged her
towards the bathroom.  I followed her in, and got the water running
good and hot, steaming up the bathroom, before I disrobed.  As I did,
I noticed Ann's smile change from the small, mellow smile she had
come in with to a wide, satisfied smirk.  "Wipe that smile off your
face, dear," I told her, "it's inappropriate for a Sextoy to look so
smug".
   "Yes, SIR", she said - and went on smiling.
"What AM I going to do with you", I said (I didn't lack for ideas of
how to punish that breach of obedience, but there would another day
for that), "well, for now I'm going to wash you and feed you", I
said. "Raise your hands above your head", I ordered.  When she did
so, I began lathering her up, taking handfuls of liquid soap and
rubbing them into her with hard, steady strokes, and making sure to
cover her quite thoroughly, then took her by the hands and stepped
into the shower with her.
    "Wouldn't you like me to get you lathered up ?", she asked,
archly.
"Figuratively you already have, love; factually that's just what
you're going to do", I told her, and after getting myself nice and
wet, I faced her then picked her up and started rubbing her against
me as she squealed.  I thorough lathered my chest by rubbing her
throughly lathered breasts across it, then put my face in her
cleavage and moved it about till it was good and soapy.  Ever
helpful, Ann helped soap the backs of my thighs and buttocks by
wrapping her legs around them.  That still left the front of my legs
to be lathered, of course, so I planted a foot on base of the shower
and sat Ann astride that leg and slid her up and down my leg a few
times, then repeated the process on the other leg.  There was still
an important area to be covered, so I had Ann kneel and spread the
liquid soap over her mouth and cheeks and told her to lather my
crotch, which she did, quite thoughly, rubbing her face over the
area until all the soap had been transferred; the times her tongue
darted over me, were, I'm sure, inadvertent.  Now well lathered, I
let the shower wash the soap off me and stepped out to dry myself
while she let the warm water run over her, then I toweled her dry
and dressed before leading her out of the bathroom and to the door
of the dungeon, which I opened, then took her hands and untied them.
She smiled shyly, then raised her hands and placed them behind her
head, putting her fine breasts on display for me, and I took the
moment to caress them.  Then I opened the outer door, and picked
up her clothes.  "You go up first", I said, and waited till she was
a few steps ahead of me to follow.
  "So, sir", she said, "is letting me get a head start a sign of
   your trust, or your way of demonstrating your power over me by
   showing that I won't try to flee ?".
"Actually, it's my way of watching your ass as you walk up the
steps", I replied.


Untying Anneri's hands, while it provided a nice moment, was really
just a practical consideration; I didn't want her hands rope tied
for too long.  But I had no intention of letting her out of bondage,
not because I though she might leave, but because I like keeping
Ann in bondage.  So when we got to the upstairs I had her lay on
a thick soft (faux) bearskin rug, wrapped her up nice and snug, with
just her head and feet sticking out, and sealed the rug (it had built
in locks) so she couldn't get out.  She was nicely swaddled in a good
tight bondage that wouldn't let her do much more than wiggle her toes,
but didn't cut off circulation or restrict her breathing (well, not
much, anyway).  I positioned her so she was looking at a bunch of
feathers, secure in the knowledge that she would make the connection
between the feathers and her bare, vulnerable feet; I had no plans
to use them, today, but she didn't need to know that.  She'd have
time to worry about more tickle torture while I got our dinner.

"I'll be leaving you for awhile.  This room isn't soundproof, but
sound doesn't carry well when the door is closed.  But when this
light is on, that microphone will pick up whatever you say and carry
it to speakers spread around the house, so you aren't out of touch.
You can speak as much as you want, in fact make it a point to say
something every few minutes, and give a yell if you need me, but
don't cry wolf.  If you violate any of these instructions I'll think
of something quite exquisitely painful - well beyond your pain
tolerance - to punish you with.  Understood ?"
  "Yes, sir", she said from her cocoon.

Anneri chatted happily enough while I prepared supper.  I suppose
it was a unique pleasure for her to talk without my constant
interruptions and with the knowledge that I was listening for once.
When our meal was ready I brought it to the Playroom and undid the
rug, then buckled Ann's wrists behind her with soft leather cuffs,
leaving off the padlocks this time.  I made her kneel, facing me, on
a pillow at my feet, and fed her bite sized ravioli and meatballs
while I stroked her hair and face, and when the meal was over held
her on my lap and cuddled her for awhile.  But as Ann could
doubtless tell as she sat in my lap, it had been awhile since my
appetites had been addressed, and since kindness and nurturing are
new concepts to me, I can only handle so much of them at one time,
and frankly I was way past my threshold.  It was time to get nasty.

I pushed Ann's legs off my lap and pivoted her so we were facing in
the same direction and I could get a good hold of her breasts while
I tried to devour her neck.  After a few minutes of squeezing and
sucking, I stood her up and shoved her legs apart.  I put my left
hand between her legs and played withher, while I opened my pants
and reached for a condom with my right. She promptly began rubbing
herself against my fingers, and when I had both hands free again I
started teasing her nipples while fingering her pussy until she was
good and moist and then I took her by the hips and guided her onto
me.  She enthusiastically took over at that point, moving herself
up and down on my cock while I stroked her thighs and watched, when
able, the mirror on the wall to enjoy the rippling of her breasts as
she raised and lowered herself on me.  After this had gone on for
a while, I grasped her under the breasts and under the thighs and
staggered to the bed with her and pushed her onto the bed on her
knees, her face pressed to the mattress, and began thrusting into
her, her body vibrating with the impact.  I undid her wrist cuffs so
she could use her hands and she raised herself up on her hands and
knees as I continued to drive into her with long smooth strokes that
kept her dangling breasts swaying to and fro with each thrust as I
stroked her sweaty head with one hand while keeping the other on her
hip and we grunted in unison and I was close to coming but it was
too soon, too soon for this to end and I withdrew from her pussy and
lay on the bed and pulled her head to mine and locked it in a kiss
while my hands roamed her body then grasped her by the thighs and
pulled her knees up under her so she was sitting above me and she
plunged onto me again and again while her breasts flew and her face
twisted into a glowing mask simultaneously beautiful and grotesque
and it could be delayed no longer and I fired within her as she
shuddered and screamed and we came together, and then the moment
past and she fell off me and I pulled her to me and held her in the
short silent moment when I could love without need, and we both
drifted off to sleep.

I awakened after an uncertain period and tried to tell from her
breathing if she was awake or asleep, and when I determined that
she was awake I kissed her and squeezed her tight, and she snuggled
against me.  We lay like that for a long time.  After a while I
whispered to her, "Stay here for the rest of the night.  You can
go home tomorrow", and she said, "You're going to have to drag me
OUT of here, too".


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