Welcome to the new Lord Mobius's Dungeon

[Mandy]

Mandy was startled by the presence of Lord Morbius and had no idea that she was doing something she shouldn’t have been in drinking the Port. She actually wanted more wine but couldn’t find the bottle opener, and the Port was right there.

Having impeccable manners, she began to apologise immediately. But she was lonely and no one said she couldn’t. Well, being, as she was, more than a little tipsy and caught of guard, she didn’t resist much as he bent her over his knee to give her a good paddling. Apologizing profusely in the eager hope that he might not hit her, she squeaked as the first strike bit through her left cheek, bringing her suddenly back to her senses. Horrified by the indignity of being bent, naked over a man’s knee and being spanked like a 6 year old girl, she wriggled and struggled and yelled. Each strike becoming hard than the next, the increasing pain rapidly sobering her up.

Finally he stood her up and before she could say anything more, she was marched down the corridor and in to Room 13. Morbius had to lift her up to secure wrists in the two top arms of the St. Andrews. Her feet being off the ground she struggled to find purchase so as not to pull her arms too much with her own body weight. But with an enormous relief he secured her feet too, so she wasn’t hanging painfully from her arms alone.

Then he tickled her feet. Oh God it was delicious! Pure delight and she giggled and giggled, if this was punishment she would beg for it each and everyday. Crying out for him to stop, she didn’t really mean it and was sorry when he obeyed her wishes. But then he started to caress her and touch her and she mewled in quiet pleasure at his touch.

Her eyes closed she heard the sound of the small vibrator and watching him bring it toward her pussy she hungerily arched her pelvis toward it. But he pulled it away, not even touching her and she sighed and pouted. He reached toward her again, and she too reached out with her hips, reaching as far as she could, straining against her buckles. But again, he pulled away.
Denying her the pleasure she wanted.

Over and over again he did this, each time holding the little vibrator closer to her clit. Near enough so she could almost fell it humming in the air, before he would take it away. Frustration mounting she writhed and pulled against the cross, trying to get more reach.

Eventually when he let her down he flew at him wanting to hit him,

"You can't do that to me and not finish......"

Frustration and anger flashed quick in a redhead. But he held her out of the way and told her to save it for the ceremony.

Pushing her out of the room and walking away, Morbius once again left Mandy on her own. Arousel and desire consuming her anger, Mandy began to look for a quiet room where she could take care of her wet thobbing need.