Why learningtopleez loves being a sex slave for Master13
*Steps up to the bamboo podium....takes a deep breath....
Good evening Master 13 and my fellow island sex slaves! My name is learningtopleez and our most handsome and wonderful new Master has expressed a wish to have each of us give a speech. He thoroughly convinced me this afternoon that I should go first (blushes, while giving my Master a big smile!). He wants each of us to tell him how we feel about being his island sex slaves and how happy we are about this.
First and foremost I feel honored to have been chosen by Master13 to accompany him and I am very happy to know that I will be able to give pleasure to my new Master. My goal will be to serve him as he wishes and whenever he wishes. I hope to further please him by doing as he says without complaint, and always with a "Yes Sir" and a smile! Unless otherwise instructed, of course!
I look forward to our days together on this lovely island, with such beautiful views and nothing but sunshine! To be able to splash around in the ocean during the day and lie down on the beach at night and look at the stars! And through it all to have such a kind, sweet, yet stern Master to watch over us, will be a fantasy come true!
*Walks over to my new Master....bends down to kiss his cheek...and then whispers in his ear...
Thank you for choosing me Sir! I won't dissapoint you! I am yours to do with as you see fit!
*Sits at her Masters feet while waiting to hear the next speech.
It's Deja Vu all over again
Dear Lord Mobius,
Your Excellency, please forgive this churlish inquiry, but wasn't there another series of "Lord Mobius' Dungeon" a few weeks (months?) ago? There was an intriguing illustration, probably by Roberts, that I was thinking of using as a model for a torment in one of the upcoming chapters of the Jade Pavilion. But I can't find the thread, now, thanks to our fast-shuffling, Three-Card Monty-dealing moderators. :-)
Can anyone help me? Is the original Lord Mobius Dungeon thread still in existence? Or am I imagining all this?
Thanks in advance,
Your loyal vassal, Boccaccio
Just visiting - already owned - Lord Mobius you are
wicked, delightful, naughty and quite the dom! Please accept this as my request for sub status.
Clever Sir, thank you for starting such a creative thread and for all the talent that has contributed to this ongoing adventure. I must admit that I have been guilty of visiting your dungeon as a lurker most every day.
Wishing to remain auburn haired to please the one who owns my heart,
Ruby
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Originally Posted by Mobius
As to ladies not wanting to post for for fear of being abducted. All they have to do is sign up for sub status and then they are free to come and go as they please.
Or just say Dont abduct me in the header of there post. other wise they are fair game.
slavelucy and wannabeXopsed
I was poking around the dungeon, making sure all the hatches were battened down for the night, everything tied down and put away safely. Listening to the sounds of a happy dungeon; the keening breathing of someone doing involuntary exercise to the edge of exhaustion (that was jenny; she didn't get home from work in time yesterday, and is paying for it tonight), the heavy breathing from some of the cells where slaves were asleep already (breakfast duty tomorrow, no doubt), the sound of splashing from the pool (Lord Mobius doing a little water torture on a visitor-friend of his), soft talking from Dee's area --- soap operas again, or Lifetime movies.
Wait a minute; hushed whispering in the last cell, giggling. NOW what.
"Good evening, ladies. Have we forgotten rule 23? No talking after lights-out as a courtesy to the early-risers? On your feet, women. Come along and put out the cell lamp."
The three moved into one of the specialty rooms at the other end of the dungeon. These were extra soundproofed, so they would not bother the rest of the folks who might be around. This one was the "Deep Jungle" room; kept hot and humid to preserve the plant life inside, all kinds of tropical plants and a few animals. Some insects as well; many of the biting kind.
Once the door was securely closed, I grabbed slavelucy by the hand and moved her to a palm tree segment fastened to one of the walls. I slipped her hands through loops which looked like palm fronds but cinched tightly around the wrists and were strong as carbon fiber. The device spread her arms widely up and out, putting her shoulders under some strain. I pulled wannabeXopsed close, and fastened her cuffs to slavelucy's with a couple snap clips.
"Now that we can talk, ladies, I demand an explanation for why you both were breaking the rule."
slavelucy spoke first. "It's my fault, sir. We were having a nice visit, talking about men and schooling and the new girl and jenny's punishment and I guess we were having fun and the lights out signal came and we just ignored it, sir. My fault, sir." She talked so quickly, it was almost a babble.
"No, sir," said wannabeXopsed. "It was my fault too, sir. I just didn't go back to my own cell, sir."
"Thank you for both being so honest, ladies. Everyone does get to make mistakes now and again. At least we humans may; I'm not sure about slaves, though. For slaves, Newton's law about equal and opposite reactions comes into play," I said.
"And for your reactions," I continued, "we'll see how we can help you remember the rules next time. First, wannabeXopsed." I released her from her bound position. Moving over to the observation chair, I settled myself in comfortably, grabbed a short cat-o-nine, and had her kneeling facing me between my legs. I pulled the chair's feature, a restraining collar, out from under the seat and slid it around her neck, clicking it shut. This placed her face up against my crotch while holding her tightly.
"Don't wish to squirm now, girl, because the more you move, the tighter the collar gets. The floor is padded with soft natural fibers so you won't have sore knees. I am going to lash your back and behind with this little toy. While I do so, you are to get my cock out, provide me with clean balls and a wonderful orgasm, clean me up once again and tuck me safely away. I'll have to be 100% soft at the end, you see, so if I stay hard, you may need to do me again and maybe even a third time. I'll stop stroking as soon as that has been done. Your time starts now!" She started quickly getting my fly open, and pulled my gear out of my trousers. Quick mouth action started, while I languidly delivered the first stroke. This was going to be a long-lasting punishment, as I usually can last 30 minutes to an hour hard.
45 minutes later, she was still working on a third cum, but she couldn't make it happen, and I had delivered 40 strokes, well distributed over her back and bottom. At this point it seemed logical to stop her.
"All right, girl, I'll give you credit for a job well done." I released her collar and placed her in a discomfort chair in the corner. The discomfort chair was made out of rough wood and coarse burlap; difficult for her to sit in with her sore back and bottom. Bindings on the arms of the chair restrained her from moving those limbs, but I left her legs unrestrained so she could squirm. I reached over to the storage shelves and grasped a large jar of honey, pouring it liberally over her entire body, neck to toes.
"There are a number of different crawling lizards and such which live here, many of which enjoy a sweet now and again. I'll also add a little fun here (grabbing a large box from the storage refrigerator at hand) and give you a few ants of various types, some crawly things I have no idea the names of, and even some jungle flies. Large, eh? Well, if you feel like chatting, you can do it with these creatures, but they really don't get active, most of them, until it gets dark in here. Which it won't, as long as I'm here in the room and one other circumstance takes place." I turned away from wannabeXopsed, and walked over to slavelucy, releasing her from the wall.
"Now lucy dear, I'm so disappointed in you! A trustee making a mistake is much worse than poor wannabeXopsed over there. Well, let's perform a little exercise here in memory enhancement."
I moved her over to what looked like an exercise bike with a thyroid problem. The saddle had a cable and two clamps, and the cable-end was a clip that formed a suction to pull in her clit. The clamps held her lips still on the saddle, with a little give to allow for pedaling. I fastened her hands to the handle bars, and her feet went into booties on the pedals. Double-checking the bindings, setting the machine's output and demands, and she was ready.
"slavelucy, it will be your job to make sure wannabeXopsed doesn't get eaten alive by bugs and such tonight. As long as you keep up a steady three miles per hour, the lights will stay on --- keeping all those bugs and lizards and such at bay. If you stop, a timer begins; I'm not all bad, you see. When three minutes pass, a fairly gentle 'wake-up call' will be delivered by that cable and those clamps. If action resumes right away, the shock stops and the lights go back on. If it takes a while, the level of the call increases. The more often the stops, the more likely that your power level increases. Catch on? Now, I've got some bug-spray here for you; close your eyes so I can spray it on you. There, lift your arms now, OK. Got your legs and feet, there you go."
"Pardon me? Odd smell? Oh! The bug spray. That's the natural pheromone of the insects all mixed. How does that chase them away? It doesn't! This bug spray is a bug attractor, not a repellent. Hope you both have a nice night here. And slavelucy, leave the light on for us, eh?"
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Sir Chksng sealed the door tightly, turning over the 'occupied' sign. He also opened the doors to the fly storage area, so the ladies could have a little to keep them busy. Thinking about 'leaving a light on', he fondly remembered a night at a Motel 6 with a wench whose name escaped him now.
He moved directly to the exercise cell, undid the fastenings holding jenny to her machine, and accompanied her to the decadent group shower and hot tub area near the sleeping areas. A long, lazy time later, the two collapsed into the bed, made the two-backed beast for a while, then fell deeply asleep.
The noisy sub gets 'the grease'
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Originally Posted by BabySub
Hmmm. It's been a while. Can I entertain anyone....? I'm more than willing to be adventurous with a new recruit, or perhaps have someone be adventurous with me. :)
So here I am, enjoying a relaxing Sunday, crying because my favorite team lost today, and what happens? I hear the lovely young BabySub expressing concern because she's being ignored. Oh, well; anything to take my mind of football.
"BabySub, where are you?" I called, having walked out into the main room of the Dungeon.
"Here, Lord Chksng19!" she said, skittering out of her tidy cell. "Have you come to ravish me today?"
"Well, I'm a little old for ravishings, but we'll find SOMEthing to do, I'm sure. C'mon along now, dear. And remember, no complaining or whining. You asked for it!" We walked along together to a corner of the Dungeon I don't visit too often... some of the devices here are just a little to severe for my style of disciplining. But several of the ladies did enjoy them. It turned out that we nearly tripped over bisarah, who asked to go along.
"BabySub, I think I'm going to have you recline lengthwise over this binding horse. bisarah, if you would take care of binding her tightly, yes like that, good. Now we'll turn this crank, see what happens here? The horse gets longer and longer. Puts a little tension on those arm and leg bindings. Now this other crank, here, see? makes the main part of the horse rise. Those little bindings don't move, though. Gets the skin nice and tight, and ready for the cane. But first, the feathers!"
BabySub suddenly paled under her sunlamp tan. "FEATHERS?" Her voice cracked on the word, and her jaw began to tremble. "Please Sir, er, Lord, anything but the feathers. I'll do anything, anything you want me to do. Anything!"
"OK," I responded. "bisarah, go bring that adjustable stool over here, would you please? The one with the back. That's the one. Put it right here in front of BabySub's face, and adjust the seat down a bit... good. Now take your seat, bisarah, and spread your legs up onto BabySub's back here. Now I'm going to pass this strap over BabySub's back, and that strap there will help you keep your feet in place. Just relax now, bisarah."
"BabySub my dear, a little pleasure, a little pain dear. I'm going to give you a chance to build on your friendship with bisarah; you can get busy with that busy tongue of yours, and bring your friend a lot of pleasure! I'm going to watch how long it takes you to bring her to five orgasms. The faster you do, the pleasuring, the fewer strokes of the whip you'll have to endure! Ready, set, go!" I swung the whip, a basic little carriage whip, nothing at all severe, and kept going. The sounds coming out of bisarah would have given a sculpture a hard-on... and I'm not made of plaster. My interest in BabySub's technique didn't keep my attention off the whip strokes, of course... even though it took nearly forty minutes for bisarah to accomplish her five. I think she was holding herself off to make it last; that wink and smile she gave me after BabySub started said a lot.
I was curious to see what BabySub's reaction was to the trial, and was unsurprised to find a small puddle below her crotch. She was obviously very, very excited. Perfect. Right according to plan.
Moving down to her head, I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Ah, BabySub. Did you enjoy that little adventure? Which part was it that excited you? Was it the pleasuring of your friend, or the whipping?"
Her very excited voice panted with excitement for a moment. "Ah, both, sir. I like bisarah a lot, and the whipping hurts so good."
"Would you like to cum, BabySub?"
"Please, Lord Sir. Please would you help me cum? I just need a little more to help me over the edge. I'd be ever so grateful, Sir."
"Well, it took you 45 minutes to complete your pleasuring task for bisarah. So we'll just wait that time to help you get your relief dear. Meanwhile, I have this small device, this little vibe here, on very low speed; just enough to 'keep the kettle boiling', eh?"
"Sir, Lord Chksng, please. I'm hurting so bad, so horny. I'm quivering with excitement. I need to cum. Just a little, please!"
"How about if I let you cum once, then put A to work with her feathers?"
"OH, NO sir. Not the feathers, please!"
"OK, BabySub. We'll start that 45 minutes now then. Bye!" I took bisarah by the hand, and walked across the room to my office, and closed the door.
"bisarah, dear lady, I haven't forgotten some of the fun we've had together. Would you care to join me for a short sojourn here? Some mutual pleasure?"
Things became quiet in the room, just the sounds of the odd moan, and the occasional quick intake of breath were heard. Half an hour later, two satiated people were cuddling together, enjoying the afterglow. A timer went off, stirring Lord Chksng from his relaxation. He and bisarah arose, and, after straightening themselves up, they returned to BabySub.
Tears were running down her cheeks, as BabySub still quivered with unsatisfied need to cum. Chksng walked over, picked up the remote, and finally allowed her to climax. A huge shudder overcame her, and her orgasm lasted nearly four minutes.
"Wow, little girl. Quite the powerful cum, eh? We'll get you unfastened here, and you can lay until you get your strength back. Clean up after yourself here, hit the restroom, and come to find us." bisarah and I went to another device.
"What is this, Lord Chksng? I don't think I've seen this toy in use before."
"Actually, this device is imported from Spain. It was used during the Inquisition to encourage confessions. Knowing your delight in the occasional pain, I thought this would be to your liking. Just kneel down on this pad here.. a little closer to the table. OK. Now I'll screw this device into the kneeling pad and slide it up inside your warm, lubed tunnel. Up we go, hold still now. That helps to immobilize you somewhat. Ankles fastened to this pole, wrists tied back and roped to the upright as well. A gag here. And finally, the device! While this may look like the wringer from an old washing machine. (Oh, come on! You've at least seen them in a museum or on TV). We slide this real close against your chest, and then slide your breasts between the stone rollers. I crank this down a touch, more, more. Hurt yet? good! Still not screaming, though, so we've got a way to go. I'll tighten down the press some here. Hmm? Tighter? Sure." I squeezed down the device as far as I thought was safe. Bending over, I gave her a big kiss on the cheek, and turned to BabySub, coming back from cleaning herself up and using the toilet.
"BabySub, I've got a little task for you, dear. Over here." I took her over to a recliner-chair near the wall. A was there, and smiled a greeting to me. "Into the chair, BabySub. Just relax, lay back. Good, good. Arms laying on the armrest, we'll fold these restraints over your arms to keep them in place. Same things with the legs... keep you nice and snuggled still. Fastening seat belt, here. Great! Now, my dear, we'll lower the back somewhat, and I'm going to straddle your head, here. Your task here is to get busy and pleasure me with your mouth. I will do nothing at all except enjoy. You must hurry your best, as this task is time sensitive. Each minute it takes you will earn 5 minutes of your punishment. Now get busy!"
And she sure did. Unfortunately, I had come twice with bisarah, and it was going to take her some time to work out another one. Heh heh heh.
Finally, 12 minutes later she was successful, and swallowed every drop as ordered. I bent over and kissed her deeply and long. "You did wonderfully, dear lady. Only an hour of the penalty now. I know you love it. And so you don't bother anyone, here's a nice ball-gag to help you stay quiet."
"A, I'm setting the timer for 60 minutes; please share a little of your expertise with your feather collection. Lots of attention to the feet, please. She especially hates that." A muffled scream came from BabySub as A started her devilish task.
I moved back over to bisarah, and released her from the tit-press. A gentle massage, a wipe-down with some hot towels, and she sighed with the pain reduction. "bisarah, join me at the spanking chair? I'll be providing you with 40 spanks, and then you're done for the night." Half an hour later, fanny bright red, hot, and smarting, bisarah bid her goodnights and gave me a hug and kiss, along with a whispered, "thank you, Lord Sir. I very much enjoyed today."
Returning to BabySub, I released her from her chair and picked her up in my arms. As A cleaned up things and headed off to supper, I laid BabySub on a massage table and gave her a long, sensuous massage with a sweet body oil. When I had finished both sides, she was smiling and her nipples were perky once again. She jumped down from the table, grabbed my hand, and walked with me to the dinner hall. We shared a very pleasant evening, falling asleep in each other's arms.
Lord Mobius, thank goodness
you are back. And that collar color code system is just great. Now a girl can customize what she wants around here!
But, it seems we have had "a situation" here this weekend...
You stated you would be away watching some "whipped ass dvds", (seems
even your DVDs are kept in line) and that left Sir, no, wait, is it Lord
Chnksng? in charge.
What did he do...he let all that power go to his head.
As women gawked and men envied we were witness to his prowess and stamina in the jungle room Saturday night, meanwhile he ignored some basic administrative functions.
A comment from an observer about locating a lost thread and picture brought from him a quick quip instead of a reassurance of attempting to find picture himself or immediately contacting you.
What happens...this brings in The Big Boss, Master, Lord (the Super Moderator). Wake up guys, he could shut this whole place down!
Other business:
- we are inundated this morning with requests for what brand viagra/vitamins Lord Chnksng uses, or, horrors, is that natural talent.
- The Dungeon Workout Video has had a surprising positive response.
- Lord Chnksng is working on carpentry plans so that those interested may
reproduce his innovative dungeon 'furnishings'.
- A Dragon has requested to join (I don't think so, but that is your decision
Lord Mobius).
And the spelcheck guy was in...I could not ever figure out the many variants
of Lord Chnksng's spelling of minnion.
Seems he was trying to spell "minnow". Glad we got that confusion straightened out...
Jenny
