Breathing Room... Part Two...

February the 27th 2004 We stepped into the red of the stone room, the ceiling looming high above my head. The large room was lit with torches set into the walls, the sconces old and blackened with smoke, the ceiling above them blackened, too. I could smell the faint aroma of human sweat sitting heavily on the air in the room. Again I felt that chill, as though some long-forgotten memory of a young fantasy reawakened in me for a brief moment, a flash of remembering and then gone. Freddie leaned down and whispered in my ear...."ready?" I nodded, completely intrigued by what he might have planned for me. He then instructed me to pick my choice of new slaves for the night. His impeccable taste and attention to detail made him the perfect liaison for sex slavery auctions and the like. Those who sat the block naturally were in agreement, but rarely thought the life they chose would be like this. Freddie fulfilled their desires beyond their wildest dreams. With the instincts of a fox and the matching up of his clients and his acquired property, Freddie managed to make everyone's dreams come true. Part of his success lay in his ability to catalogue every possible detail of his client, using this information to better serve their "spa" needs. And he was an incredible success. Just past thirty, he was easily able to retire having made many lifetimes worth of money, but he loved the interaction with the kingdom's most elite society. Freddie was a snob with no solid background on which to rely for title or tuxedo, so he bought his own. I took a closer look around the room and headed over to the wall near the door. A young man hung by wrist irons from large iron hooks long in the wall. His head hung down, his defiance clearly beaten from him, his resolve gone. His chest was crisscrossed with signs of punishment, his thighs marked similarly. Looks like this one might have been a challenge. Too bad the feistiness was gone. I'd have liked whipping that one into shape. I moved on. The next I came to was a woman of about twenty or so. Her body was well muscled and not yet marked with the whip. Her wild eyes met mine and she bared her teeth at me, perhaps having changed her mind about her fantasies, once seeing that we fetishists didn't fool around. Poor her. She'll serve her time, before release. She wanted it. She got it. In spades. I nodded to Freddie about her and he motioned a manservant who appeared from no where to serve my wishes. He unlocked the woman, letting her fall to the stone floor. He stooped and pulled her up by her upper arm and he locked her wrists together and led her to stand beside Freddie. She snarled at him, her long dark hair hanging in her eyes. She looked like the proverbial wild woman. Well just for fun, I would tame her. And she would come to appreciate true breeding and refinement. She's lucky some of my friends didn't get to her. She'd have no hair to snarl behind. I kept walking around the perimeter of the room coming to the next candidate. This one was male, looked to be about twenty-five. I inspected him closely, fascinated that I couldn't resolve his age. I asked Freddie and was told he was thirty. His cock hung limp but with quite a bit of length. It intrigued me. Uncut, it looked lifeless, but I knew with my well-administered "treatments" I could bring it to life and beyond. Again I motioned to Freddie and they took the man and the woman, opened a large door in the rear of the carriage house with us taking up the rear. The stairs weren't easy to maneuver in fetish heels, but I was well experienced. I was excited. More than I cared to admit to myself. With all the socializing with women friends lately and through the holidays with the riding parties, it felt good to let go and be myself with a male friend at his private estate. I was enjoying myself thoroughly. I rejoined Freddie who stood waiting near the rear of the large room, although the two slaves I'd chosen where no where to be seen. To his right, a door stood open, softer red light spilling from it. Puzzled but curious, I let him take my hand again, and we descended a staircase inside the door. I took hold of the old but worn hand rail and made my way down the long staircase path deep beneath the carriage house. We came out into a main hall, low ceilinged and lit with very efficient torches. I had to admit I was impressed. If half the fellows who lodged with Freddie knew what he spent their hardly-earned money on, they'd run for the hills in horror. I laughed right out loud and shared the image with Freddie, who had one of the best senses of humour. At the top of the hall, opposite the stairs, was a huge set of heavy oak doors. He pushed those open and as he did, sounds of human suffering hit my ears. Suffering mixed with the pain of intense pleasure. Too intense for the body to bear, born with lust and greedy desire. I grew fascinated with the sounds that hit me, my nipples becoming very hard. I heard a woman moaning, a distinctly pleasure drawn from pain kind of moan. I heard a man scream his "yes master" in horror of the next strike of the whip. I shivered slightly. Freddie asked if I was chilled and I told him no. He smiled, as though just in on a little secret. He knew how this would affect me, considering the sated visit to his spa thus far. He led me further into the very large, low-ceilinged room. In the center was recessed a huge fire pit, causing the room to gain the look and feel of an old dungeon. Cliché as that sounds, we're not talking about tabloid dungeon play here. I was thoroughly impressed at the detail and thought that went into this part of Freddie's play. I came to find out later that that dungeon or rather storage warren had been around for centuries beneath the carriage house for the old lodge. He led me to a room lit with modern conveniences and lined floor to ceiling with either rods and hangers or drawers. He told me to pick out whatever struck my fancy so I began poking around, pulling open drawers and inspecting items on hangers. The entire room was one large fetish storage, with every possible type of fetish garment of leather, pvc or latex, rubber or plastic, with some lace thrown in for good measure. Lining the floor below the hangers were pair after pair of fetish heeled shoes, platforms, boots and mules. Anything I'd ever wanted that didn't already make it's home in my burgeoning closets was here. Finally, after much trying on and inspecting my body in the floor to ceiling mirror, I chose a half corset, one that allowed my breasts to be free, crotchless latex skin-tight pants and knee-high spike heeled black leather boots. I gathered a few non-essentials and went to rejoin Freddie, who'd visited another dressing room and was awaiting me wearing leather pants, no shirt and hard heeled biker style boots. He had on cuffs and collar of leather with additional chain maille designs. We made quite a pair and it was only then that I realized how very many toys and gadgets and racks and uniquely designed play things he'd had installed here. What fun this was going to be. I noticed that they'd installed my chosen morsels in two of the various "work stations" in the dungeon, each facing a night of debauchery such as they'd never experienced. As it turned out, one such as I'd rarely experienced as well. I moved to the woman I'd picked upstairs. She snarled in my general direction again and her hair hung wild as though she'd not combed it in a year. Like some bad grade c Italian vampire movie. She was bound, her arms to hooks in the wall, leaving her spread out before me against the stone backdrop. Her feet were chained together to prevent her kicking me, but they were not spread. No undue stress was put on her shoulders...yet. Freddie moved in behind me, leaning over and whispered in my ear... "Sonia, unlike the restraint you have to show with your club, here you can do whatever you please. There are no limits, no ceiling, no desire too strange to experience. It is ALL up to you. " I felt the most incredible sense of fullness at that moment. I'd not realized how restrained I'd been lately with my deeds. How much I held back because of the limits of time and space. I laughed at the sudden freedom, took a large swallow of my usual, chilled Chablis, and kissed Freddie on the cheek. I picked up a strap from the table beside the woman's confines. I tested its weight and heft in my hand, my fingers able to comfortably grip the smooth round leather handle of it, feeling it sway in my grip. It's length at about eighteen inches and width about three. It was nicely worn, smooth and flexible. I took my place in front of the woman, demanding she look at me. She sneered, her head remaining down. I grabbed her hair and roughly pulled her head up to face me. I drew mine to within two inches of her eyes and demanded, in my most crisp demanding accent, that she obey every command I give her. She laughed. I slapped her hard, my hand leaving its imprint in her cheek. I stepped back and with mediocre force let the strap meet her skin. She laughed again even as a welt formed on the skin of her thighs. I laughed as well, mine ringing in tempo with the strap now hitting her across her breasts, one after another after another. Four lay across her chest with my strongest move. She gasped. I smiled, reaching between my legs to touch myself, the wetness full and sweet now. I grabbed her hair again, looking straight into her now-glazed eyes. I commanded the bitch answer my question...would she obey any command I gave her? She shook her head, despite the obvious fire that lay on her breasts, beet red and swollen now. I pinched both her nipples hard and twisted them. From the table I retrieved the nipple kit; laying in a velvet tray, the equipment I needed to inflict the most pleasurable pain for a woman. I clamped one of the clips over on nipple and then the other. I watched her eyes as I turned up the juice and the current touched her breasts. Her eyes flew open and she moaned loudly, hissing as I turned it up yet higher. I turned it down a bit and let the steady current torment her nipples, as she strained at the bonds that held her. She moaned over and over, her pelvis pushing toward and unseen force. I grew incredibly hot throughout this scene, my own cunt dripping with my essence, ready for whatever action I chose tonight. I took hold of the strap's handle, its leather surface worn smooth and hard. Opening my legs, I pushed the handle deep inside my vagina, feeling my muscles grip it hard. I fucked myself with it, stroking it in and out, the moisture gathering on it. Finally removing it, I stepped forward, and pushed the handle between the woman's legs, shoving it hard upward. She screamed as it missed its mark, her legs opening to allow me access. I shoved it into her hole, my own juices smoothing the way. I fucked her hard, rocking it around her cunt, pushing it in and drawing it out, only to slam it in again. Her pelvis began to rock too rhythmically and I pulled the strap's handle out, not letting her orgasm. No...she wouldn't be having one of those any time too soon. I threw the strap on the table, ordering the dungeon master to turn her around, presenting her arse to me. I ordered that he make sure her hips were elevated and her legs locked in. I grabbed a chilled tankard from the side table, taking a deep swig of the cold beverage, catching my breath, my own orgasm hovering near the edge of my evening. I slid into a chair and crossed my long legs, my heels glinting in the torchlight, the boots looked magnificent. I took another few swallows as they rebound the woman. I was incredibly hot, my desire growing with each passing moment. The atmosphere, my sullen slave, the exertion, not to mention fucking myself in front of my friend and his staff. I felt a sense of exhilaration and overwhelming desire. I stroked my clit lazily, circling the swollen bud, my legs fully open now. I saw Freddie staring at my hand and motioned him over. He stood before me and I withdrew his cock from the confines of his leathers. I was impressed at its size and was amazed I'd never thought of fucking him before now. I inventoried nearly everyone I met for their usefulness in my games and lifestyle, but I'd never done that with Freddie. Perhaps because his sister and I were so close. I shrugged and pulled his cock to my mouth, wrapping my full sensual Amsterdam Ave. red lips around it. I sucked in and his organ slid along my tongue as I played with my clit, the dungeon master's eyes hidden behind his hood, but I suspected he watched as well. Freddie's knees were ready to give way, his pleasure at my sucking him so intense. I let his cock go and stood up, pinching his cheek. His eyes were glazed with pleasure and his cock strained, sticking straight out of his leathers. He kept it that way, pulling his balls out to hang with his erection. Taking stock of how they'd bound my woman, I saw that she'd been hung from the wall hooks by her wrists, with her hips raised by a platform built to keep them bent and secure. Her legs were open, her ankles securely strapped to the side frames of the platform. I approached her, watching her frantically try to turn her head to see me. I secured the strap in my hand again, readying myself for the next phase of her breaking. I brought my arm back and let fly, as hard as I've ever let a slave have my wrath. I succeeded in leaving long shallow cuts along her buttocks where the edges of the strap met her tender skin. The welts instantly deep red, the woman screamed out in pain. Her legs quivered and I motioned for one of the houseman to finger her hard. He pushed three of his fingers into her wet slit and fucked her very hard, his arm pistoning his fingers in and out of her. She screamed again as her hips wiggled to avoid his onslaught. I groaned softly, the scene turning me on so incredibly. When I felt she'd had enough, I motioned the man away. I administered another five straps across her ass, leaving it very hot and swollen, webbed with tiny cuts from the sides of the hide strap. Her attitude seemed to be failing her. Well....we would see. I had more in store for her, but at the moment, I needed to take pleasure for myself. I had been so aroused all evening that I couldn't concentrate my energies on this until I'd been satisfied. One of Freddie's house staff came into the room, holding a silver tray with a folded note on it. He took it and read it, nodding to the servant and whispering a return message. He then turned to me, motioning me to the far side of the large room from the slaves bound there. He said he had a special surprise for me and wanted to know if I'd agree. I told him I really wasn't keen on agreeing to something without being clued in. He understood my point, considering the circles in which I travelled. He then told me that he had a very exclusive, very uppercut list of guests gathered in his private parlour. Their main source of entertainment for the evening was to be me. He pointed to the ceiling around the rooms perimeter. I saw several cameras with their lights red, but ready to go live. I felt an incredible jolt of electricity hit my clit. The idea of the posh and infamous, enjoying my own sexual play turned me on completely. I was an enthusiastic exhibitionist at the best of times, but this lent an air of mystery. I knew they were there, but could not see my watchers. They could be anyone. My business associates, neighboring estates, anybody. I would never know and that is what made it so thrilling. I laughed and asked Freddie if he was allowing wagers throughout and he merely smiled, knowing I'd seen through him. I poked about the dressing room and found a beautiful black haired mask, it's style that of Cleopatra, with the feathered raven face of a masquerade costume. I pulled it on and looked at myself. Together with my fetish outfit, the mask was perfect. I assured Freddie that I was quite willing to go along with his little scene provided he record it so that I could amuse myself later with it. He agreed and sent the houseman to the private viewing room to have them go live. I adjusted my boot lace and stood up straight, letting the fact that I was being watched by a large group of people, pulse like a great neon sign, exciting me more by the moment. I love being watched and this was an incredible turn on. I knew that many of the watchers would be masturbating to my pleasures and that got me even more excited. I walked over to the male and raised his head to look at me. He was chained to the wall like the woman was, but his fight seemed to be waning. I nodded to the dungeon master and he threw some water on him. The man shook the water from his eyes and glared at me. I pulled a leather hood down over his face, leaving his only his mouth accessible. The hood served to quiet the man, fear of the unknown taking over. I again motioned the dungeon master and he unlocked the man and dragged him to a low bench-like structure near the center of the room. The man was strapped to the structure, on his back, his legs down on either side, his cock coming alive and hard as marble. I swiped at it hard, startling him so that his body stiffened. I moved to his head, positioning myself so that I hovered over his face, my slit exposed, my skin tight pants not impeding my view of his mouth. I lowered myself onto it and rubbed my clit hard on his lips. I shuddered in my own pleasures uncaring that his inability to breathe deeply caused him to begin panicking. He began to shake, his cock standing straight and straining in its skin. I fucked his mouth rocking my wet slit hard on his lips, hearing him gasp each time I let the air at his mouth. He knew at that moment that his very existence hinged on my pleasure. My cunt began to spasm thinking about the enormous power I wielded at that moment. I could only imagine how frenzied the masturbation was, behind those cameras up there. I wasn't ready to give them the satisfaction of my satisfaction yet. I gave one final slide of my cunt across his lips and stood again. I saw his stiff cock, watched as he drew in breath with a frantic gasp and I laughed, Freddie sending me the "brava" signal. Apparently he'd enjoyed the show because his cock stood straight too. I went over to the woman, grasping her hair, pulling her face back to look at me. I leaned down with the other hand and pushed my fingers into her cunt. Just as I'd suspected. She was soaked from my little performance. So the whore liked what she saw. It turned her on to watch me work the slaves. Well, we'd soon find out how much she liked it when it was her turn. I had the DM bring her, her hands still bound together, to the slave strapped to the bench. She struggled but not as much as she had previously, as I positioned her bum over the male slave's rock hard cock. She suddenly understood what was to happen and struggled harder. I took the riding crop and used it hard on her thighs. Welts grew along her smooth skin. She settled down, but still pulled slightly. I fed the male's cock into her arse hole and grabbed her shoulders. She let out a shriek as I shoved hard on her shoulders, forcing her ass down on the male's cock. I shoved hard enough for it to sink to its hilt, a good eight inches of steel hard rod sunk into her body, her screams echoing off the stone walls. I nearly came as I watched his cock disappear into her reluctant hole. I watched, my own sex throbbing as she grunted and strained against the invasion in her ass. I laid her back on the male, his cock still impaled in her, and secured her hands up above her head, her ankles to the legs of the low bench. She struggled, but that only served to drive his cock deeper into her. I reached for one of my favorite toys, a beautiful huge strap-on cock. The inner side of the strap held a nicely sized dildo that I inserted into my cunt, my juices slick from my excitement. I knew I was being watched at that moment, so I turned to one of the cameras, looked straight into it from behind the feathered mask and pushed the dildo further in. I stroked it in and out of my body a few times, all the while watching the camera, knowing that some of the revelers on the other side had similar toys and fingers shoved in their various orifices. I laughed, and strapped the device on, my arousal at a pitch now. I had to orgasm. My body screamed for it. I grabbed hold of the huge cock and pushed it hard into the female's open cunt. She screamed again and jarred the cock in her arse further in. I fucked her hard, seeming to nearly split her with the girth of the dildo, her pain apparent in her screams. I grabbed her thighs and shoved harder and harder as the rubber cock in my own vagina moved deeper with each thrust. I grabbed hold of her nipples, twisting them hard, pulling and twisting as my own orgasm pushed at the edge of my resolve. As I fucked her hard, Freddie pushed his cock into the male's mouth, the slave straining hard to suck it in as far as he could, his cock throbbing for release in the woman's tightest hole. My own cunt began to throb as the dildo inside me fucked me as I fucked her. I felt myself lose control to my orgasm. My vagina tightened, beginning its lustful spasms, I rocked hard forward, impaling the female. She screamed and I shuddered with the first waves as the toy in me pushed all the right buttons. Freddie spurted stream after stream of his thick white cum across both of their faces. I thought about the audience we had and my body shuddered again. I caught my breath and pulled out of the female, dropping the strap-on to the floor. Moving around to her head, I sat on her face just like I'd done earlier to the male. I commanded she clean me thoroughly and she did so, moving somewhat slowly, her body aching from the assault we'd given her. My cunt spasmed a bit more with her ministrations and I stood again. I took a long slow drink of my fresh beverage, the pewter goblet accenting the entire scene. Looking up at the cameras, I raised my drink to each in turn. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- I took my leave, kissing Freddie on the cheek, and after changing my clothes, was escorted to my cottage. I fell into bed without even a pause. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- The following morning I woke late, took a swim in the sunlit pool and had a light but exquisite brunch on the patio, my body no longer tired, but feeling more refreshed than it had for a long time. Behind my sunglasses, my eyes were bright and I felt wonderful. I knew this short break was just what I'd needed to keep going with the busy schedule myself and the ladies kept to. We would have new slaves to train next month and I wanted to be at my very best. This would work well toward that end. Yes, very well indeed….