Welcome to Lord Mobius's dungeon
Mobius finds a sobbing slave

Walking in to the kitchin mobius came accross mandy sitting on a stool. She was drinking some of his best port.

You little minx who said you could have my port. Taking the bottle out of her hand. He took her accross his knee and gave her a paddling.

Master master please I am sorry I did not mean to drink you port I was just so lonely. No one talks to me or plays with me. With that she started crying in shear frustration.

There is no crying in BDSM now you have done it. and with that he grabbed her by the nape of her neck. He took her to torture room 13 for her punishment.

Securing her in a ST andrews cross. Her feet not touching the floor. Taking a feather out of his hood he started to tickle her feet.

Giggling uncontrolably she pleaded him to stop and give her a rest. Always respectful of his partners he put down the feather and gently stroked her side. Then lightly carrested her breast. She started to relax and enjoy the sensations that were envading her mind and body.

Taking a cliterel viberater he positioned near her clit. She has to thrust out her pelvice to make contact but it is tiring to do so.

Oh oh oh ah ah she cried as she started to approch her climax but only to have it recied. Over and over it went as the hours. Mandy grew ever more frusterated. Just when she got very near mobius took the viberator away and released her. Angerd she almost attack Mobius. Mobius expecting that moved out of her reach saying now now save it for the ceromony. If you are a good girl you may be claimed by a master.

Patting her back side he sent her on her way.

Mobius