Welcome to the new Lord Mobius's Dungeon

[Ruby]

*Myya comes bursting in the door*

Aha! I finally found it! the fabled dungeon written about on this ancient parchment! ... wait a minute... what's this in the corner

"made in china"

Son of a.... *sigh* I knew I shouldn't have trusted that old man. But he did give me this nice Black collar.

((Hello, been a lurker here for a little bit and decided to join in on the fun! collar choice is "black"- anything goes like polka-dot, with a special slant towards more public humiliation. Yeah, I know, I'm kinky that is, if you'll have me ))

Ruby found Myya in the kitchen. The lady was smart enough to make her way to the dungeon, sleep on the floor and cook dinner for the dungeon denizens.

"You must be Myya," Ruby sat down and smiled appreciatively at the spread before her. "I'm Ruby."

"Hi Ruby, are you in charge?"

"Not me," Ruby smiled. "I just come here to play. My Master likes the weight loss program Lord Mobius has me on and his clever ideas. If I'm really good, my master is going to let me visit with a polka dot collar. He says as long as I show him my adventures and we play afterwards, its okay with him. But I go home everynight and haven't had much time to visit."

"Enough about me. Why don't you ring the dinner bell and meet your new masters. I've heard that the way to a man's heart is through his stomach, or maybe that's the organ lower down. Anyway, welcome to the dungeon and thanks for dinner."

Myya takes a deep breath and rings the dinner bell.
Sure enough, someone would be along soon to take care of her.

[Ruby]

and she likes a bit of humilation.

After Myya rang the bell, Ruby told to take off her clothes.

"What?" Myya asked. "You said you weren't in charge."

"I'm not, but just play with me here. I think you'd make a great dessert. So take off those clothes and spread out on the table."

Myya shook her head in disbelief, but did as Ruby commanded. She spread herself on the table. Ruby placed the dinner dishes around her. Oh, yes, Myya made a lovely decoration and she'd make an even better after dinner dish.

"Hold still," Ruby suggested, as she sprayed Myya's lush breasts with whip cream and left her nipples standing tall. No need for cherries.
Liberal amounts of choclate syrup were poured over Myya's stomach.

"Perfect," Ruby commented. "I'll just ring that dinner bell again."

And she did!

[Myya]

mmm, I hope I make a good enough dessert... *smirks*can I try some before the others arrive? You know.... to make sure it's up to proper taste standards.

*licks her arm*

Not bad if I do say so myself. Ruby, you make a mean...erm... slave pie?

Oh, and by the way I have it on good authority that the real way to a man's heart is through his feet..... with new socks. Strange, but true! Everyone I know is putty in my fingers when I get them some.... makes it easy for a girl to get what she wants *wink*