Finalizing any episodes with the "door"
One more turn of the screw to finish attaching the hasp... there! Now a nice bullet-proof Master lock and the keys to Mobius and me only. Add the "DANGER - NO ENTRY UNDER PAIN OF DEATH" sign, and even the most addle-pated sub won't be able to get in.
(gets on Public Address system)
"To all denizens of the Dungeon: The door to the alternate universe has been firmly sealed. Anyone hearing sounds from the other side is advised to ignore them, or call a Lord."
There. Project complete. Now for a little fun. Who can I find to share a couple hours? Perhaps I'll find someone out wandering...
Lo and behold! Ruby and Bisarah working out with Jenny working as personal trainer for them! Right now, she has them on the stair-climbers. Hmm: she's holding a switch....
"Jenny, did someone give you permission to discipline my slaves?" I asked sweetly.
She squirmed under the force of my gaze, and nearly whispered, "Err, no Sir."
"And why are you using it?"
"T-to encourage them to keep up their speed and performance, Sir," she responded.
"Wonderful," I answered. "Then you'll understand why I'll use that pretty piece of willow on your ass in a few minutes. Bisarah! Ruby! Get off those machines and attend me here." They dismounted quickly, but took the extra seconds necessary to shut off the equipment and clean it. Responsible behavior. Nice to see.
"This way, Ladies. Over to the horse, here. Swing your leg over and lay down, Jenny. Stretch those legs down and I'll fasten them. Now your wrists here, miss.
"Best make yourself comfortable, Jenny. This may take a bit, but you have no place to go tonight, right? I'm going to adjust this handle, here, which swings up a bolster under your hips to lift that pretty fanny so the switch can do a better job.
"Ruby? As one of the victims of improper switching, I'd like you to do a slow, careful switching of the right side of Jenny's back and buttocks. None over the kidneys or along the spine, you know the drill. Several on the backs of the thighs. About 20 ought to be good. And when Ruby is done, Bisarah, you can do the same on her left side."
About a half hour of shouts and begging later, Bisarah had finished with her side. The switch was about worn out, so we got rid of it and released Jenny. She got down on her knees in front of me and begged for forgiveness. I indicated for her to rise, and the three of us walked a ways along, through other interesting pieces of equipment.
"Jenny," I started, "the ladies have punished you properly for lifting a switch to them. Now it's my turn. This should be really simple for you, dear. Just lay down on your front on this form fitting bench. What? Oh, yes, that. Hundreds and hundreds of little tacks, dear. they are mounted under the leather so just an eighth of an inch or so of point sticks above. Not enough to rip the skin, but enough to hurt you. Knees in those side areas there, yes. Now to strap you in, and 'presto!', you're ready for the next piece of this. A nice, friendly vibe, placed in such a way as to tease your clit and make you wiggle a bit. You'll love the sensations, until those little pins make themselves known to you. Now, I'll just pull these wide straps over your back, thighs, and butt. More points? Why sure the straps have the same! Otherwise you could lift yourself. See you in the morning, Jenny."
"Now, ladies. Where were we? How about some time in the hot tub? Some nice massages?"
We moved off arm-in-arm, aiming at the door to the pool. And a relaxing night.
wandering back to the island after a few crazy days...
Wow, thank you, Master13, for allowing my subbie sis learningtopleez and I to cum for you...I thought I might be tied to a tree and flogged daily by now for having been unable to get over this way and respond.
*thinks we have such a kind Master*
And, ltp, my dear, thank you too, for that lovely little job you did with your tongue on my pussy. I do hope you'll allow me to return the favor soon. :)
*goes in search of Master13 and ltp to see if they might want to play*
eb
p.s.--Mobius, Chksng, BabySub, and all...I very much enjoyed reading your accounts of the alien visit...it does make me curious to see the dungeon for myself someday...ltp says it's just lovely to be a playtoy. :D
A little fun for our yellowrose
yellowrose, dear? Got a few minutes for the old man? Let's mosey a ways toward the kitchen, OK?
I understand you were on cleanup detail tonight, right? Did you have any problem with getting everything done? Mastermike was checking security and setting night alarms when he noticed a couple of problems and called me away from the Orange Bowl game tonight. The National Championship Game of college football. I missed most of the last quarter, yellowrose.
Let's look in the dish room. See that big stack of dirty dishes? They were hidden, behind a stove. Now over here in the preparation area. Where are the leftovers? Let's look in the cooler. Nope, no leftovers in here. See the trash bags? Ever wonder why they are clear? So I can see through them. And I can see at least a pan and a half of leftover lasagna. Wasted.
Help me understand exactly why you threw it away, dear. Oh? Not your job? Let's look at the schedule over here. It says, "Cleanup and Food Salvage - yellowrose" doesn't it. And you HAVE been trained; I checked you out myself. Nope, no blaming anyone else, lady. You were responsible. Or, rather, irresponsible.
What do we do now, yellowrose? The people in the morning will have extra work, and some of them may be switched or paddled because they don't get it done fast enough. Friday, we have no lunch for our people now; it's in the trash.
Come with me. We need to go to one of our paddling couches. Since you may cause the morning people problems, we'll wait and see until after breakfast. Seventeen people will have no lunch for Friday, so I think they might be upset, don't you? You'll get a chance to work 2 shifts on Friday, so you can prepare something fresh for those folks.
Now for tonight. 17 wasted lunches, we'll round to 25. 24 dirty dishes, 2 cooking pans, and 5 cooking utensils. We won't count the silverware. 31, rounded to 35. Sounds like a total of 60 to me. And so it's not too hard on you, I'll allow you to pick where your spanks will go. My only rule on that will be nothing on your feet or legs.
All right, then. Keep count. Where would you like the first 10? On the buttocks, right.
And the next 10? Also on the buttocks. OK.
Now the next ten (and don't scream in my ear, dammit, or I'll double the count and use a tawse.) have to go somewhere else. The soles of your feet? OK, honey, they're your feet.
You picked the first 30, I get to pick the rest. Ten on each breast, miss. We'll lay you on this table, and brace your arms so you can hold on to a chair beyond. Allow them to be punished on all sides.
The first five have you screaming to high heaven. The last five seem to have quieted you down; you're hoarse or in subspace.
And the last ten, yellowrose, will be right between your legs. Just ten more now!
Quickly applied, she makes little sound; truly and certainly in subspace now.
I hold her closely, drying her tears and comforting her. Some of the cream to ease the sting is close at hand, I apply it to her breasts and bottom. She puts her arms tightly around me, and kisses me deeply. A whispered, 'thank you, Sir. I will never do that again, Sir." Another kiss, and she falls asleep in my arms.
Picking her up with both arms, I carry her into my room and deposit her gently on the bed. Soon I join her, and cover us both up warmly.
A kiss on her forehead, and we fall asleep close together.
(sigh) A Lord's work is never done
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Waking after a wonderfully restful night within the strong, warm arms of Lord Chksng she slips from the bed and begins her morning routine. Her cheeks rosy after a warm bath she ponders just how many cans of chicken soup it will take to feed 25 people.
"Hm, I wonder if I should have mentioned I don't know how to cook?"
Beams and shakes her head. . ."Grilled cheese sandwiches. I can cook."
Pulling a hairbrush through her hair she starts adding up. . "25 slices of cheese, 50 slices of bread and 25 cans of soup."
Sighs happily. . ."Grocery list all made."
Rolling over and not feeling yellowrose, I sat up and called to her.
"yellowrose. Come here, please." She hurried to me and fell to her knees in demonstration of her submission. She assumed the typical 'inspection' position.
"This morning you will be serving Breakfast Duty; I am pleased you have arisen so early, ready for your task. Those with whom you will work know the morning menu preparation, and will ask you to simply keep the buffet stocked. You may start your preparations for lunch then. I would suggest you stay with a meal easy to prepare, likely soup and a hot sandwich. We buy commercial soups, which are stored in the freezer in containers which look like those new soft drink 12-paks. Instructions are on the container. We should have sufficient bread, butter, cheese, and meats, all well-labeled in the coolers. What ever you would have used as typical fillings for your sandwich, however, double it. Our staff and clients deserve the best."
yellowrose bowed to me and said, "Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to serve in a way that may help me atone for my errors, and thank you again for the instructions for that service. I will do my best to not repeat this error."
I smiled inside. This young lady will go far! "Go now, dear one. Go and serve." She turned and, with a bounce in her step, walked from my suite.... giving me a pleasant view from behind.
Knowing there was a busy day ahead, I languished in the shower. The hot water cascaded from me, giving me strength and waking me up. I dried and dressed, finishing my morning ablutions. On walking out, I saw Mastermike and moved toward him.
"Good morning, Lord," he said. "I know you said we needed to work together today to start teaching me about running this place, but Mobius sent me a note about someone we might abduct." He filled me in on the whole story.
Knowing the situation and how it occurred, I reluctantly shook my head.
"No, we will not be abducting her now. She has not shown interest in our dungeon, and we have no desires to bring in anyone non-consensual. We have done so in the past, but no more. And we need to respect the lady's emotions, and her time of anger and grief.
"Now, about the inventories; lets go to the business office and I'll get you started on ordering techniques, vendors, and policies....."
Suddenly it occurred to me
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With a small pout on her lips she goes back into the kitchen and setting the plate down looks at it puzzled.
"Plastic wrappers?"
Pulling a slice of the cheese out she studies it a moment then starts to giggle as she pulls the plastic wrap off.
"No wonder they always tasted odd."
Starts humming a merry tune as she goes about having a fun time pulling plastic wrappers off and making the sandwiches.
"Oh I must remember to thank Lord Chksng properly for teaching me how to cook."
Finishing the last sandwich she dusts her hands off as she looks around the kitchen "Now what shall I make for dessert."
Suddenly it occurred to me; I had left someone who didn't know the individual slices of cheese HAD wrappers alone in my kitchen. I turned to A, who had stopped by with a requisition for new feathers and toothpicks, and asked her to go to the kitchen RIGHT NOW to keep yellowrose from trying to cook anything else. And I promised her I'd cook for her alone tonight, making her favorite meal, "Crab ala Charl", a specialty from my restaurant days. She acknowledged the instruction, and ran at full speed toward the kitchen.
I stopped for a moment and appreciated the beauty of a running woman. Ahhhh.
Back to my task. I'd finally gotten Mastermike on track with the inventory, which I considered enough for a few days. Ordering would be next, but we had to go over that in far greater detail after he knew what we ordered.
Leaving my desk a minute, I traveled over to the medical office and sought out Dee for a headache powder. She had BabySub in the chair, conducting her weekly physical, and asked me to hang on a little. BabySub and I chatted a little about what had been going on lately, and asked me for a ride on my boat some day. I assured her that she would be on my guest list, then learned she was an accomplished wind sailor, though she'd never done power, nor sailed a craft as big. Her skills would help fill out my crew, as the "Sailing Master" would need a few hands. While she could make 28 knots under power, she was a wind craft at heart and I planned to sail her that way as much as possible. The twin hull made her solid and steady in most weather. I braced her on the opportunity, and she agreed heartily on one condition: we were not to ship yellowrose as ship's cook. The ringing laughter echoed through the dungeon.
Calm down, Mastermike --- welcome back wannabeXposed
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wanabeexposed are you questioning me :mad: I k now right now this dungeon is a mess but Lord Mobius Sir chksng19 and myself will take care of it and as far as do I think we need a another slave here I say right now No but down the road yes we could use another. Right now we got to take care of the mess that has befallen on the dungeon
Now onto business I set off with my coffee from Red Eva in my favorite coffee cup the one with the :) face on it. I was studding my list that I made of vendors and the items that we order when Sir chksng19 entered I told him I what I was doing and he said verygood he went on about his business and I went back to studing. After I got done I found Sexslave and SlaveSmada and asked them booth to join me in the hot tub for a little fun I started rubbing sexslaves back while she rubbed SlaveSmadas back it was relaxing after a two hours of studing When we got out I told SlaveSmada to meet me by the paddling bench in the dunfgeon for a little more fun :D
Mastermike, watch your tone. WannabeXopsed has been a participant in the dungeon a long time. The dungeon isn't in a mess.... only the kitchen. And two other subs are already hard at work cleaning up the mess, and will be done before supper.
Now wannabeXopsed, we need you to choose a collar color now that you've returned. And welcome back! We've missed you.
Lord Sir Chksng19