ember{ReconMarine}

My Masters Dungeon


I found myself on the way to the dungeon, of course following my Masters orders and directions, this isn't the first time I had been to his location. Dressed in a cobalt blue corset that come just above my nipples and a skirt that has been fitted to hips, with my black and silver heals, making the silver clasps stand out on my corset. Driving in the rain on a pitch-black night, being glad it wasn't a long drive.



I arrive and see that the rain is becoming more of a severe thunderstorm now. I look in the back for an umbrella, and unfortunately don't find one. I hear the thunder start to crash, one of my favorite noises. I look up at the house to see the lights are on, the lightning outlines the dungeon. I know I will be quickly soaked as the rain is now nothing short of a downpour. The distance from my car to the entrance is about fifty yards. I know what is in store for me inside, the pleasure I will have along with pain that I find such a wonderful mix of.



I get to the door and ring the bell, completely drenched, which was no surprise. As I wait for an answer I start to wring out my long red hair, brush off the rain from my shoulders and arms. Then I do my best to wring out my skirt.



Master opens the door, "You made it with no problems I see." Here stands my Master a dark haired tall man in very good shape, with hypnotizing blue eyes. "Yes Master no problems, and no umbrella so I do apologize for being such a mess. Master May I come in?"



"Yes of course, and let me get you towel so you can dry off a bit"



"Thank you Master" "But first I want to look you over better, you’re looking rather stunning being in those clothes and wet." I look at him and smile. Not moving from the entrance as I am dripping water all over his linoleum floor. "Turn round, let me soak you in with my eyes." I comply, turning around slowly and stopping facing him again. He then hands me a small towel. I dry off my legs and arms then start wringing my hair again. I can't leave the floor a mess so I start to clean the floor squatting down. "No, slave, bend over at the waist and so you back is towards me." Again I comply and bend over to finish the job. The skirt is cut short so when I bend over he can see everything underneath. I stand and ask him, "Master where do want me to put the towel." He reaches out, I hand it to him. He walks away, as I wait standing there for his return.



"Slave, are you ready to go to my dungeon? Do you know what I will do to you there?"



"Master, I am ready, yes I know you will have your way with me." He reaches in his pocket and pulls out a collar. I lift me hair up off my neck as he puts it on me. This is a new collar he has. It is the same color of my outfit with a red rose printed in the center and the ring just under it. “This is your new collar and there will be no others placed on you again.” He turns and unlocks the door. "Follow me down." Looking me over well again before we go down. I follow him down the stairs into the dungeon. He looks me over again. "Master did I do something wrong? You keep looking me up and down." "No, not yet you haven't; just wondering why it's always a stormy night when you are here. Not to mention how absolutely stunning you are tonight." I think to myself, “I love the storms, the crash of the thunder, the way the lightning lights up the sky.” “Master, I love the stormy nights.” He replies, “And I like you soaking wet too.” I look around the dungeon, a spacious room filled with devices of all sorts, and the tools all hung on the wall. I notice a new one, a paddle with a whip attached to the handle. My eyes stop on it, looking it over. “Slave go get the new one. I know you want to, and bring it to me.” I walk over to the wall, remove it, inspect it as I bring it to him. I hand it to him. “This one is special.” He says to me with a gleam in his eyes. “I chose this one just for you. I know how much you like the paddling, and good whipping, too. ” I look into his eyes smiling, standing in front of him very close. He reaches under my skirt to feel me and see how wet that the new tool has made me. “What the hell are doing wearing, a thong? We have talked about this before haven’t we?” “Yes Master we have I was very cold and I know it’s against the rules but please understand.” I know what is coming next--punishment for being disobedient, but I still hold out hope there might be some understanding of my rule breaking. He starts shaking his head with disappointment. “You know what happens when you disobey, slave?” I full well knowing reply to him in a cracking voice, “yes Master punishment, and severe, too.” I rarely disobey my Master and he knows that. “You know I hate it when you’re disobedient, you know I don’t like to punish you as hard as I am needing to, right?” I look him in the eyes, “Yes Master I know,” my voice still cracking.



“Get your ass to the suspension, now!” I walk over to where the ropes are hanging from the ceiling and stand under them, knowing punishment is coming, and that I will be left with welts and reddened skin. I also know that I may not have the pleasure of the tool he chose just for me. “Take off your skirt,” He commands. I remove it and put it on the hanger he handed me. He then takes it away. When he returns to me he takes out a knife and cuts the thong off. He then begins to shackle me, my arms first, cuffing my wrists. He then puts a stool in front of me. “Step on it.” I stand on the stool, he adjusts the ropes that have the shackles attached. Now I am stretched by my arms. He then attaches shackles to my ankles and makes the adjustments. He finally removes the stool from under my feet so I am now hanging supported by my arms. He says “now you’re almost ready for your punishment.” I am now hanging by my arms which are holding my weight. I have as well the ropes in each hand for added support. I am thinking what more is needed, then quickly remember the blindfold. He approaches with the blindfold, “you won’t be allowed to know what is coming or what is being used on you, and then a ball gag will be added.” Telling me this he puts it on me.







I hear him walk away and open the secret cabinet of tools, one I am not allowed into, ever. I hear the crack of a whip but it sounds like a sequence in unison. Not just one whip I wonder, then I hear it crack again. It’s now clear to me, it’s a tri-whip, consisting or three whips in one. Again I hear him crack it. “Slave you know what I have?” thinking to myself “l need to get this right.” “Master it sounds like a tri-whip to me.” “You do very well to pick that up, slave. You are correct; it is.” Now it’s coming I feel my body tense up, which really does no good it will make the blows from the whip sting even more. Telling myself “relax.” I finally manage to relax just at the first stinging stroke lands on my ass. I scream, only to hear a muffled noise. He continues his blows on my ass, and several times the whips have wrapped me on the hips where there is no protection. I can feel the sting of my skin with each new blow. Suddenly I feel a new strike on my inner thighs and my pussy. I let out yell that could hardly be muffled , then another. This is severe punishment that I can’t take. The tears are coming and the sobbing is starting. I hear him approach me I then feel the adjustments being made to bring me down. I feel him removing my shackles. He removes my blindfold before releasing my arms. I can see in his eyes when he looks at me, his concern. He removes my shackles from my arms. In so doing he whispers, ”I will not do any more to my slave, hate to see you like this. I will not make my slave cry tears. If I had caught that sooner it would have been done sooner too.” I knew my Master was a loving one. As he removes the last shackle from my wrist he hangs on to my waist pulling me in close. I collapse into his arms. He wipes the tears from my cheeks and walks me to the table where he has me lie down.