I listen as Karen teases me.
“There could be dark shadowy strangers following every footstep we take,” she says in a breathless voice.
Nonchalantly, I reply, “Ready to materialize noiselessly and slip telephone numbers into our pockets.”
We hurry along. Karen seems in a rush to get to our destination. She offers tantalizing comments about the person waiting for her.
“I do think you will remember, there was the orgy you came to at Andrew and Charlotte’s house,” she says.
“There were quite a few people there Karen.” I return, shaking my head.
We walk on and soon arrive at a dimly lit doorway.
“I told you it was discreet,” Karen whispers, before pressing the intercom switch by the door.
A voice, from above us, asks, “Who calleth?”
“Mistress Slash,” Karen replies in a stern but friendly voice.
There is an audible click, at which Karen pulls the door open. I stand aside, allowing her to precede me. The hallway is lit with subdued lights and leads to a reception and lounge area.
Karen takes a card from her purse and scans it.
“You will have to put your personal belongings in the locker over there,” she tells me.
I look round and see that one of the lockers has opened automatically. Karen smiles at me and hands me a towel.
“Belongings do include your clothes,” she tells me.
I get an erection just from looking at her naked body, as we strip off our clothes.
“I think you must taste like primal lust,” I whisper to her.
Closing her eyes Karen strokes her pussy slowly with one finger. She holds the finger out to me. My mouth draws near, and she wipes it across my lips.
“Would you like to relax in the lounge briefly or go up to the dungeon gallery?” Karen asks.
“Now we are ready why don’t we see what is in line for us?” I shoot back in reply.
Mistress Slash leads the way up a staircase. This stairway is decorated to look like stone and leads to a narrow gallery. The theme of the decor is medieval, and there is a series of dungeon doors set into the wall, with keys hung beside them. Karen does not hesitate in unlocking one of the doors with it’s key. She turns it and pushes the door inward. A faint smell of sulphur escapes.
“It’s for dramatic effect,” Karen whispers, “do come in.”
I enter the cell with her. In the dim light, I see a figure fastened in some stocks.
“Hello my treasure, my pleasure, thank you so much for waiting.” Karen hisses at a girl with tousled hair.
The treasure looks up and smiles at Karen.
“I have brought the friend I promised you,” Karen says to her.
“Thank you, Mistress, I feel favoured,” replies the young woman.
On hearing her voice, I recognize who the captive is.
“Amanda,” I say to her, “it’s such a pleasure meeting you again.”
“Thank you, my sweet lord, are you seeking pleasure?” Amanda asks me.
“Yes, I am,” I state and let her feast her eyes on my erect penis. “It’s such a pity your hands are not free to offer me tender care.”
“I am sorry to disappoint you, please do not think ill of me and seek retribution,” Amanda whimpers “My tongue is untied and will atone me by washing your stiff cock.”
“Now you two have mutually snivelled” snarls Karen, “I think it’s time to remind this little slut of the meaning of submission.”
The mistress, who has donned a leather harness and knee-high boots, flashes a violin bow in front of the pensive Amanda. The bow is swished through the air barely missing the captive’s nose. Turning on her heel, Karen scrapes the strings of the bow over the outstretched hands of her sub. She cries out in pain, and the hard side of the bow is suddenly pushed up under her chin.
“Darling, I do not want to harm you, but if you insist... ” Karen says, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Amanda with her legs bound at the ankles waves her hands futilely. With her pubis pressed against the upright of the stocks, she gyrates her hips. She pushes harder against the pole, intensifying the touch of it against her.
“I see, my little slut, you want to play,” Karen whispers in Amanda’s ear.
The harsh Mistress steps behind her and releases the girl’s ankles from the straps which hold her.
“There,” she says emphatically, “you can now make your quim squirm even harder.”
In emphasis, Karen strikes a hard blow across the girl’s buttocks.