*This is a small sample of my newest story “The Domme’s Dungeon”, available on Amazon here:* [*https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NC8PMJS*](https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09NC8PMJS)
*Helen is a professional domme. She has managed to lure two estranged lovers into her dungeon, both of them in the belief that they will be the only slave. And Helen will make sure that the two will never forget the experience.*
*”The Domme’s Dungeon” is not suitable for readers under the age of 18. It contains femdom, bondage, BDSM, whipping, caning, edging, orgasm denial, public humiliation, male chastity, pegging, and lots of other fun stuff.*
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*This might just be my Mona Lisa. My masterpiece.* Helen took a step back and marveled at her genius. Richard was shackled in a spreadeagle position, his legs spread wide, his arms as well, held by wide, shiny steel shackles. There was no give, no way to move, and the wide collar around his neck was connected to a ceiling chain. There was nothing extraordinary about this position, despite the beauty of a handsome man unable to move, helpless to resist.
The genius was in the second part of the equation.
Right in front of Richard was Kimberly, shackled in a similar position.
Upside down.
Leather restraints locked her ankles to a metal spreader bar, suspended from a winch in the ceiling. Her wrist shackles were locked to anchor points in the floor. It was a beautiful sight; the muscles in the slender body struggled to find any sort of comfort, and the long, blonde hair flowed to towards the floor like a corn-flowered waterfall.
“The rules are very simple,” Helen said. She could not resist touching herself under the leather dress. “The first one to make the other one come wins. The one that comes will be severely punished.”
Richard looked hesitantly at Helen, but Kimberly had no intention of wasting time; the strenuous position had her at a slight disadvantage, and she quickly grabbed Richard’s erect cock in her mouth and started sucking it enthusiastically. Richard had to pull at his collar to reach Kimberly’s clit and pussy with his tongue, but he soon started to catch up.
Helen made sure to stay close. She loved the smell of desperation, sex, and sweat, the sound of saliva and working tongues, the heat emanating from the bodies of her helpless captives. She watched as their muscles tensed up, fighting the climax that they until now had been so focused on achieving. Helen made sure to complicate the matter with her whip.
“You’ll both have to do better!” she said as her whip landed on Kimberly’s ass. “Believe me, you do not want to be the loser of this little game.”
Both had been edging for so long that it did not take many minutes for the contest to end. Richard groaned as he shot his load into Kimberly’s mouth, his body convulsing in a massive release of orgasmic energy and pent-up arousal. The look on his face was a mix of fear and relief. It brought a smile to Helen’s face, knowing that the orgasm was bittersweet, and she saw her amusement reflected, albeit upside-down, on Kimberly’s ruby lips. They smiled as a drop of ejaculate slowly moved down her cheek.
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