All right, all right. Quit nagging!
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Mmmm.... the snack was just what I needed Sir Chksng, thank you... and that is the only way to eat ice cream in my very humble opinion, Sir.... ;)
Santa was very good to you this year Chksng, Sir.... very nice present indeed. When do you plan on first using it?
But, I can't wait any longer... are you gonna tell me what my present is...? Or show me..? :o Please Sir..?
I liked the ice cream that way too, dear lady. Burned about as many calories spanking you (and holding you down!) as I took in eating it.
Yes, Father Christmas was generous. Seems the gift was from him and his wife. Special gift! I think I'll wait until the football season is over before I cruise, but then I'll see if I can find our kidnapees.
You are a very driven person, BabySub, and are way too assertive to ever behave yourself. If you want your present so much, go ahead and fetch it. It's under the tree out in the main room. I'll wait for you here.
Lessons about watch use..
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Originally Posted by BabySub
Thank you Sir...! ::grins and hurries out of the room in search of present::
a little while later..
::walks back in the room playing with tinsel and carrying said present::
:o Sorry Sir Chksng... I got distracted. I guess I am sort of driven and assertive at times, but only at times Sir... really. ::kneels on the floor:: I can be good. ::sits the present down unopened and smiles at you sweetly:: I get excited if I'm getting a present is all...
"Well there's ONE thing I'm sure of: you really NEEDED that new watch. Hmmf. Might just have to punish you for taking 25 minutes and STILL not having opened your present. Kept you from dreaming up something, eh?
"BabySub, you and I are going to try out one of the Dungeon's new theme rooms. Bring your present and come with me." On the way, I stop at SexSlave's table and promise her I'll be with her shortly, just to relax. To keep her busy, I decided on a little pain and a little pleasure: I turned on the over-table TV, and started up a Danielle Steele movie. Then for the pleasure part, just a small squirming vibe, about 7" on low. Back to BabySub.
"Through here, woman," working hard to keep my temper with this little troublemaker.
"May I open my present now, please, Sir? Please? Please? Sir, Please?" she begged.
Sigh. "All right, BabySub, open it up." I backed up a bit, just out of a spirit of self protection.
"Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !" Not sure right away if that was pleasure or fear.
"Oh, Lord Chuck Sahib Boss Bwana, Sir! This is a beautiful gift! I don't have a video camera/recorder! And it records on DVD! Plus a 2-disk DVD player/recorder, so I can make duplicates of our home movies and send them to relatives! Oh, thank you so much, Sir!" she finished.
"Don't thank me, BabySub. Santa brought that. You ***DO*** believe in Santa, right?"
"Er, ah, I guess so, Sir!"
"That was about as sincere as a Rumsfeld apology. Doubled your punishment for lying, for lateness, and for not believing in Santa." I mentally rubbed my hands together, thinking I'd be able to let it all hang out punishment-wise. And we'd put that little camera to work, recording the highlights for our Blondification Recording. Not to mention her not believing in Santa.
"Since you decided to make a mess when you opened that, I'll give you 5 minutes (now use that fancy watch pictured elsewhere in the Forum: 5 (five) 5 minutes) to get this cleaned up. MOVE!" She did.
Four minutes and fifty-eight seconds later, she was back from getting rid of the trash. Two seconds later, she was tummy down on a horse molded with indentations for her breasts not to get crushed. A few seconds later, she was ready for the next step.
"BabySub, I've not wanted to get harsh with you, but enough is enough. This, as I said, is another "theme" room. This is the "Belongs to Marquis de Sade if he lived in the 21st Century Room." First, your lovelies get a little attention. Variable size and shape suction cups with mobile rollers inside to provide variable pressure. From 'ummm' to 'aaaarrrggghhh'. Next, a nice deep-throat face prober. Variable size, variable circumference. Hi-tech sensors to prevent damage... but you may just want to breathe real deep every chance. If you do a good job, you get a reward! But swallow quickly, because you only have a few seconds before the stroking starts in again.
"Now, your bottom holes get filled with twin pistons, lubricated of course, and within the limits you stated. They ejaculate too, now and again, but only with lubricant. Of course, the lubricants change: ever hear of jalapeno lubricant? Or Liquid Heet? Just small amounts, enough to irritate, not damage. Oh, the vaginal piston does occasionally get shorter. And longer. And slightly smaller around. And somewhat bigger around.
"Finally, a little feather action on the bottoms of your feet. Just for an hour. Or two. Maybe."
"No screaming now, dearie. Or really, go ahead! It'll come through on the disk and be enjoyed by all. I'm going to set this big timer, and put it into your line of sight so you can see how much longer your session will last."
Lubing and setting up the equipment, and of course, BabySub, took a minute or two. So I gave her a couple minutes off the two hours.
Thank you Master13 for allowing me to receive punishment from learningtopleez!
*kneeling at Master's feet* Master13, thank you very much Sir for allowing me to serve as a little pain slut for your amusement. I do hope it was enjoyable. :) Please, may I bathe those lovely feet of yours with my tongue to show my appreciation? ...Oh, you want my tongue a bit higher when it finishes down here, Sir? Certainly, Sir, it would be my honor to move up to the other end of your legs to bring you pleasure. Thank you for the privilege of being allowed to do so. *mmm, busy at a task I love...time is flying by*...Master, would you care to use either of this fuck toy's other holes as well? The ass that you own? Why, of course, Sir. *moves into position on hands and knees like a dog ready to be fucked*...oh, so many boring details, no need to share it all ;)
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Maybe he will let me please her now so that she will not be angry with me! ;) :p :)
Oh, my mermaid subbie sister, how could I ever be angry with you? You were simply pleasing our Master to the best of your ability. *thinking: and pleasing this pain slut quite a bit as well, but best not to share that with Master* Perhaps if we ask very nicely, Master13 may allow us to curl up together for a nap before we go scooting off to catch some fish for his evening meal.
Please, may we cuddle for a bit, dear Master? Thank you, Sir, for your generosity; we are indeed lucky island wenches!
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redEva & SlaveSmada enjoy the day
The holiday decorations are coming down, thanks to quick work by A and Dee today. They are redecorating with a "New Year" theme, ready to open up a little Champagne and eat some fresh steamed shrimp Friday night. Those two are so darn efficient, I'm glad I kidnapped them.
Personally, I was a little bored. Not many details to take care of today, as everything is fully stocked, cleaned, and refinished. The floor over in front of the office is still a little tacky, though; that was the last place we put down the new anti-slip flooring coating. Don't want our clients slipping and hurting themselves accidentally, after all. That's MY job. Heh-heh-heh.
I noticed we had yet to really introduce SlaveSmada to the more strenuous activities we offer here, and remembered redEva and I had a little ground to cover as well, so I collected those two ladies and we went into the Ocean room.
"SlaveSmada, dear, just take a seat over there on the observer's chair; I will be with you shortly. redEva, come with me.
"Bring yourself over here, and lay down on this table. Odd, isn't it? I had it specially built for the dungeon after a sub saw it in her nightmare. Right, arms out straight over your head, into the padded cuffs. Legs straight down, same thing. Good. A chest strap just under your breasts, dear, and a final holding strap over your waist, nice and snug.
"Let me get the remote control, here. First, leg spread. Just quiet down, redEva; we haven't started the pain yet. We'll start with a 60 degree spread.
"As to why you're here. The recipes I give you to cook are to be followed carefully. The last two meals you were chief of kitchen for were prepared improperly! First, we have a fine pork roast; the best quality we can buy. What happens? It goes out to the table medium rare! You can't DO that with pork: that's why the instructions state '165 internal temp.' I measured it when I returned the servings to the kitchen; they were barely at 140. The meat was too cold! We do not want to poison our friends here: Trichinosis is no fun.
"Then last night: some prime Angus T-bone steaks, nice and thick. And every one charred on the outside and raw in the middle. Cooked with the grill set too hot. Not an edible piece of meat in the kitchen. Do you KNOW how much the steaks cost, and how much we had to spend to get Kentucky Fried Chicken for the whole dungeon?
"So. To help you remember proper kitchen procedures, we have a little something called 'Hot and Cold' here. The table you're laying on has a few attachments; we'll start at the top. See this faucet? It will begin to drip, slowly, on your forehead. Irregular intervals will help keep you interested. Sometimes a flood, mostly just a drop. Meanwhile, your pretty bust will be getting a slow flog; fifty on each side. But it will take two hours, so it will give you a chance to savor the pain after each stroke. The device automatically moves and changes strength of swing, so you won't be terribly damaged.
"Finally, you will have these two shafts pistoning in you. One is hot, one is cold. Hot will be about 120, not enough to scald or burn. Cold will be about 26 degrees Fahrenheit, about what, minus 4 Centigrade? Close to that anyway. The neat thing is you'll never know which will be hot or which cold. You may just be getting excited with the hot, when suddenly that one changes to cold and 'cools you down', so to speak.
"As I said, two hours this time. Not nearly as much time as I had to spend fixing your errors!" I fitted the equipment to her body, made sure everything was lubed and so on, and started things going. Her pretty melodies started piercing the air of the room as soon as the penetrators started to work.
"Now, SlaveSmada, your turn. I feel derelict in my duties for not seeing to this yesterday, but I was out on my new boat, rigging out her sails, getting her well stocked with supplies, and giving her her first sea trials. A lovely craft! Santa is so kind. Oh, and I christened her! Eh? What is her name? Why 'Christmas Gift'.
"If you could deport yourself in the chair here, and snuggle yourself down on the dildo standing up? Too big? Nonsense. Medico Dee checked that, you can easily handle seven inches by two. Might be a little tough at first, but it's all lubed up and ready. Here, I'll just push down on your shoulders, gently. See? I knew you would fit. And that is a size which will be, er, 'common' in the dungeon here. Yes, and Moebus' as well.
"No back on the chair? Well of course not; you won't be needing that, as we wish you to improve your posture while you visit. Just sit up real straight and you'll be fine. As a matter of fact, that's what this chair is for!
"See this helmet? Kind of like the ones deep divers wear in the ocean, eh? Yes, it is kind of heavy; mostly made of metal to stand the pressure, I guess. Weight? Hummm... feels like about thirty pounds or so. I'll just put this over your head (yes, I'll leave the door open for now) so I can get it adjusted and waterproof. OK. Earplugs, so you can hear redEva's music, eh? Connected to a mike on the outside. Tight rubber gag around closed mouth; should be waterproof. Fasten your feet, so, and hands, so. There! Now what will happen here is that as long as you keep your posture and sit up straight, you'll be perfectly fine. If you allow yourself to slump down, though, additional water comes into the helmet and covers your nose. Breathing becomes a concern. As soon as you straighten your spine and sit up straight, the extra water leaves the helmet and you can breathe easy. Now I know this is a tough one, so the first trial will be only fifteen minutes, then a fifteen minute break without the helmet, and so on, to seventy-five minutes total. So three trials in the water, fifteen minutes each.
"Now this is important: can you feel the button behind your middle finger? That's the 'panic button', so to speak. If you push that button, Dee will immediately empty the water and you'll be released from the training. We don't want you drowning, after all! You haven't been here long enough yet...
"There is, however, a penalty. It will only be assessed if the helmet is not faulty or working incorrectly. The penalty is one stoke of the belt for each minute not completed of the seventy-five. Yes, that includes the two breaks.
"Dee will be in here in a minute, so let's get you started and filled. Straight back, now! There. Just hold still, and you'll be fine. Pardon? Feathers?? Well Dee will be tickling you now and again, while the helmet is full. Have fun!"
I passed Dee in the doorway, and finished instructions. SlaveSmada is perfectly silent, of course, but redEva's screams give me chills of enjoyment.
Now to check the evening meal; can't afford any screw-ups!