“Can we be down here?” I asked Sir in a whisper as he led me down into the basement of the gothic mansion owned by Sir’s newest client Michael, something I could not remember. The mansion was located on the outskirts of town surrounded by ancient evergreens that went for as far as the eye could see. No one would hear you scream in that stone house surrounded by the dense woods, was my first thought when we pulled up.
“Of course. Michael gave me a tour when I was here last week. We thought you might enjoy a particular room within the house. One that is typically off-limits to guests.” Sir had a devious smile as he spoke and things deep in my core started to respond. My mind racing with all the dirty possibilities.
Surly my imagination was being overactive hoping for an intricate sex dungeon full of naughty toys and intricate contraptions to fulfill all my deviant desires. Even if I was right and Michael, did have a sex dungeon hidden away in his stone basement why would he consider sharing such a private place with Sir and I. It made no sense and I tried to quell my excitement with common sense.
Despite the size of the house, I was surprised by the expansiveness of the basement, considering it looked as though it had not been updated since its original construction at the turn of the last century. After a few moments, we rounded the corner into a wine cellar that had to go for miles. Bottles upon bottles lined the walls. It was a wine aficionado wet dream to be sure, sadly, it was not my wet dream.
“Here we are.” Sir announced proudly, beaming as we entered the temperature-controlled cellar. I tried not to let my disappointment show on my face, feigning a smile as best as I could. I knew better than to think we were about to have wild and scandalous sex in this strangers’ basement, I knew better than to hope we could take advantage of the toys and treasures this house was sure to hold. After all, why have a gothic mansion if not to have a whole floor dedicated to pleasure? Sadly, it seemed pleasure was not on the menu for me tonight and I only had myself to blame for my disappointment. I walked the rows of wine, fingering the bottles as I walked past not terribly interested in the wines and their labels but trying to appear to be for Sir. He seemed oddly excited. He was not a wine drinker, not even to go on tastings. He preferred to enjoy a strong scotch, generally while I was tied to something on the brink of an orgasm. I really could not seem to get sex off my mind.
“You seem disappointed.” Sir came up behind me wrapping his arms around my front to hug me from behind, his hands settling roughly on my silk-covered breasts. Braless, my nipples responded immediately, almost painfully to Sir’s touch. I was horny, there was no question about it.
“Not disappointed just ready to cum. It’s hard to think about anything other than fucking your brains out after that episode on the drive up.” I told him, giving half the truth. Sir had made me drive the long distance to Michael’s house while he fingered my pussy ceaselessly, only letting up when I was about to cum, never letting me fall over that edge entirely. Not even halfway through our drive, I had to lift the hem of my dress up past my hips to avoid getting any of my juices on the silk. By the time we arrived at the mysterious-looking home, I was in need of a bathroom to clean myself up my pussy was so soaked. Something Sir was clear I was not permitted to do. He wanted my soaking wet pussy leaking down my legs through the night.
“I might be able to help you with that.” He told me as one of his hands began to make its way down my torso, finding the short hem of my dress and sending his fingers beneath the fabric again. Sir moaned as his fingers met my soft, still wet core. “My pet, always ready to go.” His voice had become husky. I might not get to play in a dungeon, but it did seem like we were going to play. I could only hope this time I’d be permitted to cum for Sir. Slowly he began circling my clit, running his fingers in between my folds, using my own wetness to continue the slow dance he was playing on my clit. Heat began to travel from my core to between my legs, things deep within me, clenching at his touch. I was so close, it was difficult to focus on even standing up, my limbs barely able to function as the waves of pleasure started to rack my body. Sir’s lips found the sweet spot on my neck.
“I’m going to play with you’re your clit until you cum.” Sir told me, his voice hoarse with his own arousal. That was all the encouragement I needed before I was gone. All thought was lost. All that remained was the convulsions ravaging my body. When I was left limp and wordless, Sir support my weight with his body he pulled his fingers out from under my dress, standing my back up. I reached for the wall to stabilize myself, still not sure I could stand on my own.
“That is a good little pet,” Sir said, kissing me hard, a moan of contentment escaping my post-orgasm lips. Coming up for air he said, “Come now, let show you what we really came down here for.”
The post-climax haze cleared at Sir’s words. Trying hard to not overthink where we were going, I let Sir lead me through the wine cellar to the back where a large shelf, different than all the other holding wine, sat ominously. With a slight push, the shelve moved away from the wall, opening to a short, dimly lit hallway that ended with a stainless-steel door. Just the sight of it kicked up my heartbeat up to a rapid thud, thus, thud. Closing the hidden door behind us Sir led me to the stainless-steel door, with a wicked grin he opened the door reviling a spacious, well-furnished bedroom. Upon further inspection, I noticed it was not in fact a bedroom even though it had a bed, but rather a room full of devices and contraception intended for pleasure. A sex dungeon! I knew it! I could not help but get excited.
Sir guided me over to the far side of the room where a Saint Andrews Cross stood tall. Wordlessly he began to strip me, unfastening my dress, pushing the thin straps from my shoulders before the silk pooled at my ankles. Sir fastened my wrists to the X-shaped structure, kissing up each arm to my palm as he moved. Leaving my ankles for the moment Sir moved behind me, fastening the neck restraint just tight enough to be uncomfortable. He trailed a line of feather-light kisses down my bare back, electricity thrumming everywhere his soft touch landed, before securing my ankles.
“Try to move Pet.” Doing as he said I struggled within my restraints. Within the tight bondage, my movements were nearly indiscernible, my torso the only part of my body to have any significant range of motion. If the pitiful movement could be considered significant. “Very good. Very Good Indeed.” I think Sir began to circle my tied-up form. I could not have said for sure though since I could only see him when he was directly in front of me. When he was done inspecting his work, Sir moved to the wall filled with an array of toys, grabbing an O-ring style gag.
“I don’t want to use this, but if you cannot remain quiet, I will.” Sir told me, holding the gag in front of my face ominously. I enjoyed a good ball gag from time to time but along with the copious amounts of drool that amassed, my eyes watered like crazy. Sexy in the right situation unless you had a face full of makeup on and had a party to go back to. I was glad Sir opted not to use the gag this time for that very reason. “You are not to speak again until I tell you to. Nod if you understand.”
I nodded my understanding awkwardly, licking my lips as excitement began to burn like fire through my veins.
Without warning Sir stuck one finger in me, then another, and finally two more. I tried to move my hips to give Sir better access, but my restrains help hold me immobile his fingers filling me so much I was not sure I could handle the intrusion from this angle. Until he started pumping them out of my soft slit, my pussy getting wetter, accommodating his fingers.
Abruptly he removed his fingers sucking them clean with his mouth before lowering himself to his knees. Unchaining my right ankle he lifted it over his shoulder, giving his mouth easier access to my most sensitive holes. Slowly Sir began to tease me, starting with slow licks and nips on my inner thighs, pressing soft kisses against my wet lips, annoyingly avoiding my most desperate areas.
My wet pussy was throbbing with need. I wanted so badly to ask, to beg for Sir to move his tongue over ever so slightly so he could hit my sweet spot, but I knew better than to break a command. No talking meant no talking. Instead, I bit my lip as the heat grew impossibly within me. Sir’s teasing path was not enough to make me cum, but it was enough to drive me wild, building me up but never enough to send me over the edge. Finally, when I was sure I could not possibly take anymore Sir licked at my wet opening, mixing my juices with his silva moving his tongue back to my asshole, the tip moving in and out slowly. I nearly let out a surprised yelp, careful to keep silent, biting harder on my lip. I was going to have a swollen bottom lip tomorrow at the rate Sir was playing with me. Continuing with his tongue’s assault on my asshole Sir’s fingers found my cunt again finding his rhythm from earlier, two fingers then three, then finally four, moving in and out of my slick opening, slowly at first matching the pace of his tongue. I was right there, ready to cum, waiting for Sir to give me permission.
Unexpectedly Sir was off me, pulling his rock-hard cock out of his dress pants. “You’re going to wrap that leg around my waist, and you are going to rid me until I cum. But you my Pet, will not be coming for the rest of the evening.”
Fully nude now, Sir wrapped my one free leg around his body as promised, the head of his cock teasing my slick opening. With as much force as I could muster from my restrained position, I thrust my body against his, his cock sliding into me with ease. I nearly cried out in ecstasy, the pleasure nearly overwhelming me. After a while of my awkwardly humping, Sir grabbed my hips pulling me tighter to him. Taking over, Sir quicken the pace until he reached his climax, my pussy milking him dry.
When both of us had regained our ability to breathe and think Sir redressed himself grabbing my favorite vibrating egg from his coat pocket. My mouth fell open into a silent O. The wicked grin played on Sir’s lips again. Silently he inserted it in my already abused cunt, a moan of pleasure escaping my lips before I could stop it.
“You like that don’t you Pet?” I nodded silently at Sir as he undid my binds, pulling my dress back up my body. “Good. Because you are going to wear it for the remainder of the evening. I will keep the vibrations off, for now. But only for now.” Again, my heartbeat picked up, anticipation flowing through me as Sir led me out of the bowels of the basement back to the party and its guests. “And Pet, don’t forget you are not to cum for the remainder of the night
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