Welcome to the new Lord Mobius's Dungeon

[Chuckdom19]

Staring at the imposing structure she checks the address against the card she is holding. "Hm, this looks like the place."

***One hour earlier***

A man presses the card into her hand with the promise of a interview for a nursing job.

***back to the present***

Walking past the protestor's she lifts the huge doorknocker and lets it fall, listening as the booming sound echos.

Impatiently she taps her foot as she waits on the doorstep.

The door swung open quietly, and a friendly big man stood there, smiling down on her.

"Good afternoon, young lady. How may I assist you?"

"Aaa, good afternoon, sir. I met a gentleman earlier today who gave me this card and mentioned I could find work here in my field of nursing."

"Nursing? Excellent. We are always looking for people in that blessed occupation, miss. If you will follow me, we'll take the short cut into my office here. I know how much an off-duty nurse hates to be on her feet, eh?"

yellowrose was relieved. This place looked more like a dungeon than a medical facility, but obviously it was the right address. And if this man was the boss, it must be a decent place to work!

"Now miss, if you'll have a seat, I'll fetch an application and a pen for you. Would you care for a beverage?"

"Just some cold water, if you have it, sir," she answered. Odd, he haden't offered his name, or asked hers. Oh, well. He seemed kindly enough.

The requested water was served to her, and she began filling out the application. "Hmm," she said to herself. "Mostly the usual. Why did they need clothing sizes? OH, of course. For uniforms! Wow, they even provided *that* here? Super!"

Soon she had finished, and stood to place the application on his desk. He looked up from what seemed to be an inventory book, and smiled.
"Thank you, miss..'yellowrose'? Are you of a Native American heritage, if I don't offend by asking?"

"Oh, no sir. That's my legal name, like in the song? The Yellow Rose of Texas? That's always been a favorite of mine."

"Fine, miss, fine. And I do apologize for my shortcoming; I was so, er, excited to have an applicant arrive, I'm sure you as a nurse understand that. My name is Sir Chksng19, but as the last name is difficult, you may just call me Sir."

"Very nice to meet you indeed, Sir," she responded. "I'm pretty surprised by the pleasant greeting; it's kind of unusual in nursing."

"Oh you'll find you get all the attention you need here, yellowrose. We take good care of our ladies." He smiled and nodded at her, building her confidence.

He quickly hit the high points of her application, touching on her current unemployment and fairly recent arrival in town. She had been living at the Family Y, but had moved out this morning, being low on funds. No, she had no address in town, no family.

The discussion went on for a few more minutes, the big man seemingly enjoying the conversation. Soon enough, he said, "Let me get my, ah, medical director in here; she'll have a few medical knowledge questions to ask." He picked up a microphone to page Dee.

"Miss Dee, I'd like you to meet yellowrose here, yes, isn't that a beautiful name? As pretty as the lady herself. Now don't blush, dear, you know you're pleasant to look at." Dee and yellowrose shook hands and Dee sat down next to the desk, picking up the application.

Dee went through a few, quick questions, and nodded her head at Sir.

"Well, very good, miss yellowrose. I will need to discuss this with my superior, but I believe we should easily be able to double your rate here, compared with anything you may have experienced in the past."

She thought that a strange way of saying it, but was excited none the less.
Double!

"Now I'll be stepping out for just a minute while Dee does a medical checkover. She'll also be helping you get fitted for a complete new outfit right through this door. The room is shielded from prying eyes, so you need not have modesty concerns. Just hang all your clothing, skin out, in the changing booth back there; Dee will get you all the outfits you'll need here. And of course, that's all provided by the organization. I'll be seeing you shortly!"

===========

Sir Chksng stepped out of the office and went to Lord Mobius.

"Lord, the fellow you hired to find replacements for the three defectors managed to send one already. Came under her own power; he told her we were hiring nursing staff. Dee's giving her a medical checkover, and I'll finish with her in about an hour or so. Quite pretty, and she'll soon be blonde and ready for you on an exam table outside the medical room."

===========

In the office, yellowrose could hardly quell her excitement. "Dee, may I ask you a question?"

"Certainly, yellowrose. What would you like to know?" she answered.

"Do you, er, does the company ever advance wages? I don't have a place to stay or sleep tonight. Could I get an advance on my first pay?"

"Your first.... OOOOh. Sure, dearie. I'll get you a two weeks advance before you leave here. And if you behave yourself," Dee laughingly continued, "you may not even have to pay it back!"

Soon yellowrose had disrobed, revealing a pretty, well-proportioned body to the Medical Director. Dee mused that she would enjoy seeing this one squirm under the crop later today. What a delicious joke on the part of Sir. AND he'd never once lied! And for that matter, neither had I, she thought. We do provide any necessary uniforms. Corsets, gags, the occasional chastity belt, plugs, ropes. All free of charge to the occupants. And she would indeed have a two weeks advance; since the slaves were paid nothing, 2 weeks of nothing was quick to add up and present her.

She was smiling broadly inside as she finished the exam. The woman was in fine shape, and very clean. She'd fit right in.

"All right, now, yellowrose. Let me give you a tuberculosis booster here, and we'll get you into what you'll need for uniform," Dee said. She fetched a sterile injector and new needle, drew fluid out of a clear bottle from the shelf, squirting a little to assure no embolism, and quickly injected the unsuspecting young nurse.

She looked flushed for a minute, and passed out cold. Dee smiled, and opened the door to the dungeon proper. Chksng was waiting and came in, laughing.

"That was the most fun acting I've had since "The Music Man" in high school," he said. "Thanks so much for picking up on the joke and playing it out."

Dee replied, "My pleasure, Chksng. And you got a goodie here; nearly virginal in front, and I don't think she's ever been used in back. Healthy as we can ask for. Oh, and she should be out another 10 minutes, so you and A can get her fastened down and ready for Lord Mobius."

"Thanks, Dee," he responded. "See you at supper."

A had been waiting with Chksng, and they soon had her on a bondage table, leg pieces well spread so A could get her work done. Chksng put on the virtual reality device, and started the blondification film running. She woke up in just a few minutes, likely due to A plucking her crotch hair with tweezers and her teeth.

Four minutes later, she was a temporary natural blond. The new reality film had done it's work, scaring her blond.

Chksng removed the device, and spent a few minutes quieting yellowrose's screams and convincing her that for her own sake, she should pay attention while he went through a quick introduction to the Dungeon and the rules. Although he was standing well back, (having read the rules about dealing with fair maidens on another thread here earlier), she managed to land an eyeful of spit in his left eye. He pulled a piece of cloth out of his pocket to wipe away the spittle; she recognized it to be the small piece of fabric panties she had worn today.

"You're going to wish you hadn't done that, yellowrose," he growled, obviously angered. "Now listen to the rest of the rules, and no more foolishness." He recited the rest of the rules, eliciting responses from her when he was unsure she was listening. She was crying continuously now, having discovered she was helpless, and due to the painful ministrations of A between her legs.

He finished the rules roughly the same time A finished the deforestation of her genitals. Walking over to A, he gave her a terse instruction and walked back to yellowrose's table.

"Now, yellowrose, I shall educate you on what happens to a slave here when she has the stupidity to attack a master." A presented Sir Chksng with a flogger with cloth strips on the ends, and a cute crop in the shape of hands. This had been an early Christmas gift from his Secret Santa.

"Count out loud and loudly, yellowrose. Ten strokes with the crop on your newly hairless crotch, and ten with the flogger on each breast. You'll learn not to be nasty." With that, he began the strokes with the crop; she counted loudly, and missed no strokes. Obviously a person who could adapt quickly to changing situations.

The twenty with the flogger were also loud and precise. He completed his efforts, and walked between her legs to check his work. Reaching out a finger to check, he penetrated her lips easily, as she was very lubricated. Her nether lips were swollen and blood engorged, as was her clit. He looked across her body and saw her nipples excited as well.

"So, this excites you, yellowrose? You should enjoy yourself around here. Lord of the Dungeon Mobius should be with you shortly. I'll be seeing you again..."
Chksng walked with A in the direction of the Dungeon Cafeteria, singing 'SINCERE', the old Barbershop song from "The Music Man". Lead part, of course; "How can there be any sin in 'sincere? Where is the good in goodbye"

[Mobius]

Welcome to Lord Mobius's Dungeon
Nurse yellowrose's enslavement and A's punishment.

Oh I am feeling a little "ah-wee" about the holidays.(not sure that is the correct spelling but as I am the lord of the dungeon then I can decide the correct spelling) Some times Moby can be a little manic depressed this time of year. Things are perfect but yet I feel some thing is lacking, sigh.

I see the new nurse is coming along nicely those green panties (my favorite color) Boy was she surprised when what she thought was the job of a life time turned out to be some thing else. A new way of life.

Dear you will not be needing that pay advance. In fact you will not be needing any thing for quite a while. I will let chksng continue to be your primary tormentor. However I am in need to inflict some pain and anguish on some one and the nurse is still to new to really let my sadistic tendency's run there full force.

Oh A Jenny come here for a bit will you. You really look nice with those gold rings. How would you like to earn some platinums rings instead...

Now just have a seat and let me get you all set up.....

3 hours later. god I feel better. Let me see if she still has a pulse good she will live. I will let the nurse care for her new patient and I can get back to the running of the dungeon

[boccaccio2000g]

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

[Chuckdom19]

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

The original thread was decapitated and relocated to an area which pleased the powers-that-be. Sadly, after the move it seems all the original materials were lost. Mobius might be able to assist with relocating the art.

At your service,
Sir Chksng19 of the Barbershop
Chief Minion

[boccaccio2000g]

Must we continue to play "hide the hankie" here, dear moderators?

Can't you just leave the posts alone?

Res ipsa loquitur. The thread speaks for itself.

We're not witless out here. We can find the threads we'd like to find -- if you'd just leave them ALONE. As opposed to vaporizing them when you take it upon yourselve to move them to what you deem to be a more suitable location.

I'm sure I speak for others when I say that we will be forever in your debt,

Cheers,

Boccaccio

[yellowrose]

Her face streaked with tears she watched as the big man left.
"What did he say his name was. . .ch. . .chk. . .grrrr. . .Sir."

A cool gush of air as he closes the door serves to bring home the extent of her exposer. Sniffing back the few remaining tears her mind slowly coming around to what had just happened. Body throbbing she tests the bindings finding that she couldn't move a muscle.

Glaring at the door . . .she had entertained thoughts of how much fun it would be to flirt with the big man . .. Sir. . .if she got the job, but if he thought she was going to flirt with him now, well he could just forget about it. Somehow managing to blightly ignoring her present situation.

Squirming she moans as it increases the throbbing. Another thing to direct her anger at. Not only had her body betrayed the pleasure she received but that big oaf knew it also.

Giving up on trying to get free of the ties she ponders her present predicament. Hm, only one solution for now. . .bide her time and bite her sharp tongue if possible. He mentioned rules. . .what did he say. Chewing on her lower lip in thought she finally shook her head in frustration. Her mind had been in to much chaos to process the information. Oh well, it couldn't have been to important.

Hearing the door open she turns her head. A man as imposing as the structure itself steps into the room. Must be the Lord guy the big oaf mentioned. Eyes wide she watches as he goes over to the other woman.

3 hours later. . . her hair now an even lighter shade of blonde.

[BDSM_Tourguide]

Must we continue to play "hide the hankie" here, dear moderators?

Can't you just leave the posts alone?

Just so you know, I gave Mobius the choice of what to do with his thread. I told him that if he wanted me to move it and leave all the old posts, I could do that. Or if he'd rather make a fresh start of it, he could do that, too.

It was he that asked me to delete the old thread in favor of starting a new thread with better structure (his words [mostly], not mine). So, if you have a problem with the removal of the original thread, take it up with the thread's creator and not me.

amnit1: :cursing:

[boccaccio2000g]

Just so you know, I gave Mobius the choice of what to do with his thread. I told him that if he wanted me to move it and leave all the old posts, I could do that. Or if he'd rather make a fresh start of it, he could do that, too.


amnit1: :cursing:

Sorry about the crankiness yesterday. If I had made the proper detailed notes when I first saw the pieces of art that interested me ... but, alas, I didn't. I assumed that they would always be there ...

I still don't quite understand, though. Why did his Lordship have to move the thread or alter it at all? He had obtained permission to use the Roberts art, didn't he? Or was their some other issue?

GB