ltp of course! slow and steady wins the race! thank you! Still waiting on the mail system to process, but i'm sure it'll get here soon

Mad hehehe, yep, writing's fun!

nikita thank you, i'm glad you're enjoying!
I really like your story, an awesome twist on the short (I nearly started laughing out loud - in class), and the emoticons really work well! it's an emotistory!



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At exactly five minutes to six, the doorbell rang a single note. Vanessa heard it but busied herself with last minute cleaning and snack preparation. She left him waiting for another ten minutes before going to open the door.

Mark knelt on the path before the stairs to the house, naked except for a choke chain style collar and his cock ring, in the classic position with his hands lying palm-up on his knees, keeping his head up and his eyes down. She descended the stairs gracefully and stopped beside him. "Hands behind your back, boy." Vanessa cuffed his wrists together then clipped a lead to his collar. "Come." she said cheerfully with a light tug on the leash accompanying the command. She waited for him to get his balance after standing up and led him into the house.

Vanessa brought him down into the basement that she had recently refurbished into a dungeon play-room. She was pleased at Mark's visible suprise at how the room looked. It was definitely well-equipped and very different from the bare concrete-walled room had had seen on his first visit a few weeks ago.

"Well, you sure seem to be excited," she commented with a smile, reaching down to fondle his hard cock, "Or are you looking forward to your punishment tonight?" She caught his startled glance and nodded, "Yes, you're being punished and rewarded tonight for your actions over the past week. My friends will administer the punishment and the reward. Don't worry, I'll be watching."

He dropped his gaze and she let the topic go. "And this is where you'll be staying for the majority of the evening." she said as they came to the far side of the room where an odd contraption stood. It was a pair many-jointed metal poles with rings welded to them. The pole went from the floor to the ceiling, firmly locked at the base and the top and they were set about 3 feet apart from each other.

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Mark looked around the new dungeon in awe. In his first visit to Mistress Vanessa's, he knew she just trained slaves part-time, so that they would be used to the lifestyle when they found a permanent master or mistress. This was what he'd been looking for, and he'd agreed to meet her at her house. He remembered being distinctly disappointed in the lack of sinister grandeur her basement/dungeon had. Since that first visit though, they had always scened in the living room at night, or in another part of her large house and he hadn't thought to ask why not in the basement.

She tugged him into position and fastened cold manacles around his ankles, connecting them to the lowest link in each of the two poles. A leather strap went just below his elbow and was tied to the pole at shoulder-height with his wrists shackled to the pole higher up. Mistress Vanessa stepped in front of him again, "Now, my guests are arriving soon, but first, we have something to do."

He wondered what she was talking about. She walked over to one of the walls and opened one of the wooden chests. Mark had the opportunity to take a good look at her outfit - a pair of tight black leather pants and a white and red corset. Her long brown hair was left hanging loose and swayed from side to side in a matching rhythm with her shapely hips.

She came back with a leather hood, a pair of specially designed earplugs and a gag. "We'll just put these on..." she said. She fitted the earplugs into his ear and made sure he couldn't hear anything through them. Then she picked up a corresponding headset and fiddled with it for a moment before speaking into the microphone. "Can you hear me?" There was a buzz of static, then her voice spoke into his ears. Mark nodded. She said something else, but the microphone was off, and he couldn't hear anything. "Good." she said into the microphone. The leather hood with the built-in padded blindfold went over his head and was fastened snugly with a series of buckles. Then lastly, an O-ring gag was strapped into his mouth. All light was cut off and Mark couldn't see a thing.

Mark stayed still, waiting for what would happen next. "Ah!" she exclaimed, "I nearly forgot! Raise your head." She locked a stiff leather posture collar around his neck and she let her hand linger and he eagerly tried to nuzzle her hand. All too soon, she took her hand away. "Alright, you're set now. My friends are coming soon, so be good." Mark felt the rush of air as she left the dungeon and closed the door. He was left alone in his helplessness.

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to be continued still...