Part 5: Jeff’s New Slave
My relationship with my husband Blake had changed it seems, at first we had just played with me bound and sealed away inside of my suitcase, and after finding me one day he had joined in and we both had fun with him using me for sex after storing me away, first under the bed, then in a cupboard and we progressed from there. Each time I felt more and more submissive towards him, and even allowed him to share me with his friend Jeff after revealing to him my secret fetish, much to our mutual delight.
They had even later kidnapped me, at my request, and kept me captive at a remote farm that my friend Beth had loaned us the use of, she had found me bound and held captive, suspended by ropes from the basement ceiling, my body had been abused and beaten by both men by now, and she was concerned for my safety, but had been reassured by Blake and Jeff that I wanted this to happen to me, and she had eventually joined in on the torment.
Beth had even invited me to her place afterwards, at first to watch the video of my weekend as their kidnap victim, but later she dressed me in a tight latex catsuit, then bagged me in a leather bodybag, finally after using my mouth for her pleasure she revealed her plan, and had also roped in my husband to place my tightly bagged and strapped body inside of a cupboard, suspended on a metal frame with chains, I was left locked away for the rest of the weekend while she and Blake had fun in the bedroom.
If I thought that things could get anywhere near to topping what they had all done to me so far, I was to be sorely mistaken, my life was just about to change…
After the events at Beth’s place, I had decided to go over on my own to see Jeff at his new home, well Blake had been spending more time with Beth, so I felt that I needed some attention and Jeff seemed like the ideal candidate to scratch my sexual itch, after all he knew what I liked and seemed very happy to oblige me in my desires, and he had certainly proved that he knew how to take care of my needs.
The new home that Jeff had bought had its own basement, ideal for a particular slave girl to explore her weird fantasies and desires, and Jeff had told me on the phone that he was very keen to see me, and that he wanted to help me explore my submissive side, and as I’ve already said that he was well versed in ropes and binding willing (& unwilling) females, having taken part in my kidnap fantasy.
On the journey over to Jeff’s new home in the taxi my tummy was doing backflips and the butterflies down there seemed that they were doing a chorus line, my nerves tingled at the thought of what might happen with my first time alone with him, it felt strange but delightful, I knew that I could trust Jeff, or that’s what I believed, but there was still that unknown mysterious factor, and just why did his wife leave him? I was so distracted with my thoughts, that the journey was over before I realised that the cab had stopped and I was now at Jeff’s house.
Entering his home I was warmly welcomed by Jeff, the sound of the door closing behind me made me think that maybe it was too late to back out, not that I wanted to anyway, I was here to be bound and used by him, he knew of my desires and what limits that I had, did I have any? I wasn’t sure at this moment, that had never crossed my mind up until this moment, I guess that I had trusted Blake/Jeff not to go too far, even Beth when she lost control while she had me tightly bagged on her bed, my face buried deep between her thighs as she climaxed, my breathing cut off by her soft flesh until she finally recovered and moved off of my face, had not pushed too far.
“Thanks for letting me come over Jeff,” I said as I entered.
“No, thanks for dropping by, and welcome to my new abode,” Jeff replied.
“The place looks nice,” I said looking around the room, my eyes were suddenly drawn to the trunk against one wall of the room, the same one that I had spent the night in the storage locker with.
Jeff watched my face as I spotted the trunk, “Bring back some fond memories does it?”
“You know that it does, and you know of my desires too.” I blushed as I spoke, “You’re very naughty leaving it there for me to see.”
“Well, I wanted you to feel comfortable, you can try it out again now if you wish,” Jeff responded, the smile on his face disarming any concerns that may have had coming here.
“Yes, well… maybe later, I really want to see around the rest of the house, and what other secrets that you are hiding from me?” I laughed, but my eyes were fixed on the trunk.
“Okay, grand tour coming up, but first…” Jeff brought some rope from the table. “Hold your wrists up.”
It should have shocked me, but I seemed to be on autopilot and held my wrists together waiting for him to bind them. The rope soon made short work of that and my wrists were now bound.
“There you’re now ready to see the rest of the place,” Jeff exclaimed.
“Shouldn’t there be a rope leash?” I asked meekly, my submissive side now coming out, “Master.”
“Yes, sorry my slave, what was I thinking?” He tied some more rope to the one around my wrist and then pulled me through the house, this felt good, it fulfilled my desires to be controlled, and a warm feeling started to grow deep in my tummy, and then spread down to the hidden flower between my legs, and the first signs of my own arousal began to develop.
The kitchen was nothing special, though there were several well-placed metal rings, which he told me would be useful for slaves while working in the kitchen, and I had visions of me standing there totally naked, ropes holding me in place while I cooked something for my master and his guests. My thoughts were interrupted by the pull on my rope leash, letting me know that there was more to see.
One bedroom had a four-poster bed, and several more metal rings were attached, these I guessed where to hold the limbs of whoever was bound to the bed, spreadeagled or otherwise, some seemed to be suspension points, and I recall my time in the farm basement held by my wrists to something similar. The next bedroom was just a circular bed, again with several restraint points, and a mirror over the bed letting the victim know that they were bound and unable to get free until released.
Each time I had visions of my naked body tied in various ways, left bound and gagged to await my fate and whoever wanted to take advantage of this poor unfortunate slave girl. The tour continued, there was a basic bedroom, one that I guessed that he slept in, this was more mundane, or so I thought. But that would maybe come later I was informed, the tour then continued, bathroom and usual other stuff, and then we came to the stairs down to the basement.
“Do you want to go down there?” Jeff asked, “Because once down there, it may be a long while before we come back up.”
“Well, it does seem that I’m currently your bound captive, so I guess that is up to you my master,” I replied, now intrigued to see just what was down there, and playing along with him.
“Ok then, from this point on you are nothing more than my slave, you will have no option to stop or have any say in what happens to you, you’ll be possibly abused and kept bound, used and kept as nothing more than my sex object, my toy and property to use, do you agree?” he told me.
I lowered my eyes and looked at the floor. I wasn’t sure at this point that I wanted to go down the stairs, but I knew deep down that I would regret not taking this chance, and it may never come my way again if I rejected what he wanted to do with me. And I figured that it couldn’t be any worse than what they had done to me back on the farm.
I softly replied, “I am yours to use, my Master.”
“Good slave, now follow me but watch your step on the stairs, I don’t want you injured just yet.” he laughed and pulled on the rope leash.
Once down in the basement, I could see several pieces of bondage furniture lying around, one looked like a sawbench but had metal rings attached to the legs, with a leather padded worktop, the whole thing was black in colour.
“Ah, I see that you remember that from the farm,” he said, the vision of me tied up and used by both men now coming back to me, though at the time I didn’t see the actual bench because of the hood that they made me wear, only later seeing it in the video that had been taken while they abused me.
On one wall was a black wooden cross frame, which he told me was sometimes called an x-frame or St Andrew’s cross, he then said that the slave's limbs would be bound spread-eagled to each leg of the cross, which was adjustable to move their limbs further apart, either for sexual pleasure or torment, this one certainly looked to be my favourite so far, a tingle spread through my body at the thought of being bound there.
In the corner was a set of stocks, and next to that a pillory, I’d seen them in my online quests and also when touring an ancient castle whilst on holiday, and I wondered back then how I would look in either of them. The stocks had four holes, the two outer ones smaller, for the wrists, the larger for my ankles, I was told.
“Don’t worry slave, by the time that you leave here, you will experience each and every one of my devices, sometimes more than once,” Jeff told me, seeing my face light up when looking at each item.
There was something in another corner of the basement, but it was hidden behind a screen so I couldn’t see what it was, but I was told that I would find out what it was eventually, though I may not like it or be too comfortable, but it will be used on you sometime in the future my new master informed me.
“Well, that’s enough of the tour for now, but time for one last, but most important part of the basement,” Jeff said as he pulled on my rope leash. I could only follow on behind him, I was now just his slave after all and at the moment, in my submissive and bound state, he could do whatever that he wanted to do to me, I certainly wouldn’t or couldn’t object.
When I had contacted Jeff to organize coming here, I had a wicked idea, one that maybe I would come to possibly regret, but at the time this was what I wanted. I set myself up so that no one knew that I was going to be here alone with Jeff, I hadn’t told either Blake or Beth of my plans, and I’d even taken some long leave from work, saying that I was going away on a break, with no firm date on my return.
I had arranged with Jeff to come over to his new place, but even he didn’t fully know of my plans, or that I hadn’t told anyone where I was. I had left a note for Blake to let him know that I had gone away, but he was probably too tied up with Beth, so I guessed that he would eventually find it. Not that was my current concern, I wanted to be here with Jeff and discover my inner submissive side with him.
Jeff pulled my rope leash over to another doorway, this looked like a solid door and I wondered what lay behind it; maybe another cupboard, was my first thought, I was used to them by now. But now even I was surprised when I was pulled through to discover a corridor with several doors down each side. They looked like thick wooden cell doors, which they were, as I found out when I was pulled into one of the cells.
“Right slave, this is your accommodation for now, you’ll remain in here when not bound or being used in the main dungeon, or upstairs in one of the bedrooms,” Jeff informed me while untying the rope around my wrists.
Before I had the chance to say anything I was told not to speak, unless spoken to, I was just a slave here now and that slaves remained naked until otherwise instructed, and I was then told by him to strip. I wasn’t wearing that much, other than the summer dress and the flimsy sandals, I was naked underneath, which Jeff commented on.
“Master, please may I speak?” I asked.
“Just this once, but you better make it good otherwise I’ll punish you for it later.” Jeff, my new master, informed me.
“I’m currently on leave, so I am yours to use my master, for as long as you wish, and nobody knows that I am here either, which I want to keep that way, even from Blake, please, my master, to everyone I am away somewhere unknown. You are the only person who knows where I am. I wanted, needed to experience being kept as nothing more than a submissive slave, to be totally owned and used by you, please keep me here and use me as you wish. I hope that this pleases you, my master.” I said, hoping that everything was to his liking.
“Well, my slave, that does please me, but I still think that you deserve to be punished for your trickery, but I do look forward to using you, and I promise that I will keep your secret, no one other than me will know where you are, just my slave now secured and hidden away in my dungeon,” Jeff replied, grabbing my clothes, he left me standing there naked, the sound of the cell door closing and being locked from the outside letting me know that there was no going back now.
I was left alone, naked inside the cell, the room plunged into darkness as the light went out, all sound from outside of the cell was now gone. I guessed that he had secured the outer door to the corridor as well when he left me alone down here. What I hadn’t seen was the screen that closed across the outer corridor door, hiding the slave cells away, those that didn’t know would not know that behind that screen were the dungeon cells for Jeff’s slaves.
I found a spot to lay down and tried to sleep, the cold hard floor letting me know of my status in the household now, I was a mere slave and would later learn that I needed to earn rewards like blankets or something other than the floor to lay on, and just what I would need to do to earn those rewards.
Then, what I thought was the next day, though, with no light in the dungeon, it could be any time of the day, with the light coming on letting me know that my Master was on his way to see me, and hopefully use me too I thought. The sound of the cell door being unlocked let me know that I’d better get off on the best foot so to speak, and place myself into the classic submissive position when a slavegirl is waiting to greet her master.
Quickly kneeling there, with my forehead placed firmly on the stone floor, with my arms held tightly behind my back, I hoped that this would please my master. When he entered the cell he found me in this position, which apparently pleased and also slightly shocked him, he was still unsure as to how I would react to being kept in one of his cells and locked away as his slave, but it seemed that my actions had proved to him that I was serious about wanting him to treat me as his slave.
Getting over the initial surprise, he spoke, “Well done my slave, it appears that you show some good promise, but you still have a long way to go, but for now, eat and drink, but be ready shortly for my return, today is your first learning day.”
Reaching up I took the offered plate, which was plain porridge made with water, very bland but I accepted it with my only allowed slave response. ”Thank you, my master.”
The door closed behind him. I quickly ate and then cleaned up, I didn’t drink much as I didn’t know what the day would be like for me, and I didn’t want an accident on my first day. Once ready I lay there back in my previous position waiting for his return. I didn’t know that he had hidden cameras located in each cell, as well as the dungeon, so he could watch me without me realising, but even he was surprised by the way that I was behaving.
After locking me away the first time, he had some original plans to use me sexually, torment me, and keep me bound and locked away for his pleasure. But now seeing just how compliant I was to him as my master, and my desire to submit to him, his plans had now changed, he knew that he could use me to gain access to other fetishists and Masters that he knew, and maybe even bringing in more slaves for him to use and abuse.
And what with my informing him that nobody knew that I was here, that my work thought that I was extended leave, away somewhere overseas, he could take advantage of keeping me much longer as his slave, and maybe even make the whole thing permanent. Though Blake, his friend and my husband may be a fly in that ointment, but he would check that out later, he knew of Beth and their relationship, but for now he had his first slave girl waiting down in the cells, and he wanted to try out some of the things that his wife had never allowed him to do.
The sound of the cell door unlocking again excited me, this was it, I was going to be used as my Master’s slave, and I wondered what he had planned for me, hopefully lots of bondage and other less pleasurable things, in my inner submissive self I had grown to like some of the pain that had been inflicted on me by Blake, Jeff and even Beth, and wondered how far down that path I would be willing to go, but now that I was just a slave I had no choice I guess.
Ropes soon bound my wrists again, I willingly submitted to him binding them and waited patiently as he tied them, his hands seemed to slightly tremble as he did so, but I put that down to first-day nerves, I guess that this was a fairly new situation to both of us. Once bound I was pulled up on my feet and marched out of the cell, and out to the main part of the dungeon. He led me over to the cross-frame as he had called it, this was what I wanted to try out from when I first laid eyes on it, as it looked very thrilling for this bondage slut, and I wondered what he’d be doing to me while I was bound there.
Once we reached the frame, he placed some thick leather cuffs around my wrists and then my ankles, locking each one with padlocks, the sound of them closing sending delightful shivers up my spine. I stood there passively waiting to see what he had planned for me, my arousal building within me. I knew that I was destined to spend some time on the frame, and I was looking forward to experiencing it. The rope binding my wrists was then removed and he pushed me forward until I faced the frame, my feet were placed on wooden blocks, I was for the moment unsure why, but he seemed to know what he was doing.
Pressing my naked body to the framework, the cold leather giving my body a little shock, and goosebumps on my flesh. My right wrist was grabbed by him and lifted to one of the metal rings, another padlock soon secured that in place, and my left wrist followed thereafter, now both of my arms were held firmly above my head, secured to the frame, and I was enjoying what he was doing to me so far.
Next came my ankles, and the cuffs around them again secured with padlocks, leaving me bound spreadeagle on the frame but facing towards the wall, with my back and rear exposed to my new master, it felt wicked but also nice, my inner submissive mind was very pleased, and I was happy that I had chosen to come here, this was more than I could have ever hoped for.
Then a ballgag was presented to my mouth, I quickly opened and allowed him access without question, to which he responded with, “Good slave.” His hands then began exploring my body stretched out as I was now presented to him, the wooden blocks had been kicked away suspending me from my cuffs on the framework, causing a slight grunt from me as the cuffs dug into my wrists, causing me to receive a slap from him, “Quiet slave.”
Watching from my vantage point, I saw him as he walked over to a bench and then returned with a paddle in one hand and a riding crop in the other, first came the slap of the paddle on my right rear cheek, and I suppressed my cry as the slap hit hard and took me by surprise, then this was followed by the crop on the opposite side of my rear. He alternated between them both, each one finding a new spot on my body, the riding crop eventually moving between my legs and finding the more sensitive parts of my body, bound and spreadeagled as I was, there was nothing I could do to stop him.
He took great joy when he finally managed to make me scream out, the pain was getting very intense now, though some of it turned more into pleasure that I realised and I found that while I was in pain, I was also very turned on and highly aroused, I knew that it wouldn’t take much more to push me over the edge, but that was something that I know that from studying slaves and submissives, that was not allowed unless commanded by my master or mistress.
But it seemed that he had grown bored with those two things and had now moved on to something else, the multi-braided whip, when it first hit me on my back it hurt like hell, and he eased off slightly while I got used to the feel of it. Each strike of it caused me to scream behind the gag, this was very painful, which I grew to endure, as I had no choice. But even that was soon discarded, he himself was now too aroused to carry on, he needed relief and I was currently tied in the ideal way that he wanted to use me.
Feeling his now hard member probing at my rear, I knew that soon that he would be buried deep within me, and I looked forward to him using me this way, though bound as I was I couldn’t stop him, but as his slave girl I knew that he would want to use me there, and accepted that. The final push from him soon passed through my outer defences, the muscles giving way to the solid member pushing against them, the initial pain of entry soon waned and I began to enjoy being taken like this, well it was not my first time, and it always made me feel very subservient when used, taken like this.
It didn’t take long for him to fulfil his need to abuse me and exploit my current position, I felt his hard penis expand slightly, and he grunted as he finished himself off inside of me, it pleased me that he had gained some pleasure from my body, while I was denied my own, this is what being a sub or slave should expect from their master, I had thought. Leaving me there still bound to the cross-frame, with the fluids that he had deposited inside me now running down my legs.
The sound of his footsteps on the stairs let me know that I would remain here for a while, though I was content to stay here, after all my master had placed me here, though the cuffs did dig in a little and the pain of the whip and the paddle was still felt on my body, but somewhere deep down I enjoyed where, for the time being, I currently was left bound, gagged and sore, alone in the dungeon, my master had finished with his new plaything and had left me here to rest, or until he needed me again.
Later after he had recovered enough, he came back down to the dungeon, where he used the paddle on my rear until he was ready again to make use of my body, again taking me in the rear, but this time the leftover fluids from the first plundering made it easier for him to enter me. Once he was finished, he removed the padlocks that bound me to the frame, but kept the leather cuffs on my limbs, locking them together with the same padlocks, my arms were now behind me, my feet held tightly together, allowing me very limited movement.
Picking up the riding crop again he began to use it on my rear, while making me hop back towards my cell, finally reaching the opening, he pushed me inside making me fall face first towards the floor, with my wrists bound behind me that I knew that I would injure myself when I hit the floor, but he grabbed me at the last minute, and laughed, “Trust me, slave, if I want to hurt you I will, and there’s nothing that you can do to stop me.”
The sound of the cell door closing letting me know that I was now on my own, I hurt from the whip, crop and paddle that he had used on me, and my rear was sore from the forceful way that I had twice been taken by him. My thoughts were conflicting at this moment, had I bitten off more than I wanted, had I made a mistake in coming here, and then also not letting anyone know where I was.
Jeff could do whatever he wanted to me, and it seemed that I was now trapped as nothing more than his slave girl, and he seemed intent on using and keeping me like that, there was nothing that I could do to prevent that from happening, but then did I want anything else other than to become what I desired to be, this was the reason that I had come here, though not expecting to see a dungeon, or the cells, this was what I had fantasised so many times now, and now I was living that desire or dream.
I was later woken again by his return, and although I didn’t know just how long I had been asleep, my body was still sore so I guessed that it may have been the same day. I had just managed to move myself into a prone position and lay there waiting for the door to open.
“Good, I see that you’re learning, slave, but now it’s time for your next lesson.” My master informed me.
Grabbing hold of my hair I was pulled onto my feet, the pain was excruciating, but eased once I was upright. I was again moved by riding crop out to the main dungeon area, this time I was taken over to the sawbench, my breast hitting the hard surface as I fell, this time he didn’t catch me and I was winded from my fall. The padlocks that held my ankles together were removed but I wasn’t to be free for longer, as each one was locked again to the metal rings that would hold them in place.
My wrists were treated the same, locked down to the front legs of the bench. Then a couple of straps went around my body holding me firmly to the top of the bench. He quickly returned with a leather hood, which he forced over my head, my hair getting trapped, and he commented that maybe he should shave me later to make things easier. The ring gag that he pushed into my mouth prevented any chance of me from objecting to that idea. The final blindfold cutting off my sight, I was now ready it seemed for the next part of my training.
“Okay slave, it’s time for you to earn your keep, I’ve arranged for a couple of friends to come over, and they are very keen to see my new addition to the dungeon, which if you haven’t already guessed is you, my dear slave.” He informed me, and then with a sinister laugh said, “Don’t go anywhere, they’ll be here soon.”
Jeff, it seemed to me had altered, previously he was kind but forceful, the ropes that had bound me in the past were more playful, the way that he had used me before, though rough sometimes, but there was always that element that seemed to hold him back, now though, it seemed that there was a hidden deeper side to him, one that now seemed the taking charge, a little bit of Jekyll & Hyde in his personality change.
With a final slap on my rear, he left me bound there, naked and tightly strapped in place, wondering what was happening, this was slightly beyond what I had wanted to happen, I thought that Jeff would keep and use me as his own slave, but then I guess in reality that he was doing just that, for he could do whatever he wanted with me, and had told me so. That left me thinking, just who were these friends of his and what would they do with me.
Laying there bound to the bench, I tested my cuffs and found that he had secured me really well, I had limited movement, especially with the straps holding me down, and with the blindfold cutting off my sight, the only senses left to me was my hearing, but the dungeon was now quiet, and cold, it appeared that I had been left alone to contemplate my fate.
The quiet of the dungeon was eventually broken when I heard footsteps on the stairs, there seemed to be at least two or maybe more coming down.
“Well, here’s the new dungeon, I designed it myself,” he proudly told whoever was with him.
“Impressive”, said one voice.
“Very nice,” said another as he saw the naked female bound to the frame waiting for them. “This for us to use then?” I heard him ask.
“Yes, she’s all yours to use as agreed for the next couple of hours, but don’t damage the new equipment, as it’s hard to replace.” My master informed them.
“Well obviously, we promise,” one of them replied.
“I’ll leave you to enjoy the facilities then, just leave it all there afterwards when you finish, and I’ll come back to take care of the goods,” Master told them.
“Sure Jeff, no problem, and thanks.” the other voice said.
Soon after I heard my Master leave, I felt hands on my body, one was softly caressing my back and exploring my curves, while the other was checking on the cuffs that bound me to the frame.
“She’s locked in place,” one said to the other.
“Perfect, then she won’t mind us taking advantage of it then will she?”
The slap on my rear let me know that they were now ready to start, first came the slap of the paddle on my rear, the hard first slap shocked me with its intensity, and I gasped behind my gag.
“Take it easy, you don’t want to break it too fast, we have plenty of time to have fun and use it.” One said to the other, the next slap was slightly less painful, but they continued with renewed enthusiasm, next came a riding crop on my rear, followed thereafter by a flogger, the strands of which hurt though not as much as the braided one my master had previously used.
“Well, the bitch is now warmed up, time for some fun.” I heard one of them say, followed by the distinct sound of zips being opened, and I readied myself for the next onslaught. One soon found the ring gag holding my mouth open, while the other slipped himself into my now very lubricated pussy, which surprised him somewhat and he commented to his mate about how turned on I was.
“Kinky bitch is so wet,” was the reply, “the slut must like this”.
They swapped places when they climaxed and then used me again, the one in my mouth now tasted of my sexual fluids mixed in with his own cum, but he was larger than the other guy and I soon found that he wanted to push himself down further into the back of my throat, my initial gagging soon gave way under his forceful pressure and he was happy to push himself as far as he could, cutting off my airway in the process and only allowing me to breath when he thought it necessary.
He laughed each time that I choked on his hard member, and he seemed to get great delight in tormenting me this way, but eventually, he came deep into my throat, while his partner had moved up from one hole and into my rear, the lubrication from my pussy allowing him easier access to my tighter hole. Once they had both exhausted using me for their sexual needs, they went back to using some of the items left out for them by my master on the bench, first was what I thought was a leather belt, the sound as it hit my rear reverberating around the room, this I was later informed was a slapper, three layers of hard leather, each hitting the same spot.
Another paddle was then used on me by the other guy, he began laughing when he saw the results of his hitting my rear, the word ‘slut’ was now imprinted on my skin, the outline made by the paddle that he had chosen. While that was going on the other man moved on to nipple toys, tightening the clamps that he had applied to my tender flesh, tightly squeezing my nipples and causing me a great deal of pain, which I had to accept bound as I was, his hands then slapped my breasts, while the paddle continued to inflict blows on my rear.
After one more session where they used me again for sex, I was left still bound to the bench, my nipples still held tightly by the clamps that they had applied, the weights that they had attached leaving me suffering with the pain that the clamps were causing. My rear was now very red and marked by the things that they had used on me, their fluids running out of my abused holes and mouth. They laughed as they went up the stairs, leaving the dungeon again quiet and I wondered what would happen to me next, and whether I would survive any more of this type of treatment.
Master eventually came down later, and seeing what a mess they had made of his equipment, including his newly acquired slave, he knew that maybe he needed to be more selective about who he allowed down here, or supervised them while they played in the dungeon. First, he began cleaning up the toys left lying around, and then he eventually turned to his slave, he removed the various nipple clamps and weights that I was currently wearing, and then applied some cold cream to my abused rear and back, which eased the pain slightly.
“Well slave, you did well there, the clients were pleased with you, so you made me some good money today, it’ll pay your keep for now. And I guess that you deserve a special treat after your outstanding performance.” Master told me, moving around the bench he walked up and pressed his now hard member against the ring gag, “Here’s your reward, enjoy.”
He used my throat, even though I was still sore from the previous guys, I didn’t complain, I was here to please my master, not the other way around. After he had finished with me I was led back to my cell where I was locked away again for the night, the leather cuffs remained in place, so it was hard to get comfortable, even lying on the hard stone floor, but I was so tired that I drifted off into sleep, and so ended my first day as his slave.
Over the next few weeks, when I wasn’t being used by my master, then he brought other people down to use me and take advantage of the facilities that he now offered, the property included the new slave girl, who was freely available to use for their perverse pleasure, for the right price, of course. Some were more interested in using me sexually, while others seemed more intent on inflicting pain, though I was becoming more used to the torment that they inflicted upon my body, the limited range of toys that they could use on me had all been tried on me by now by my master, so I knew what to expect when each one was used on me.
But I found that the women were more sadistic when abusing me, they knew just where to inflict the most pain, or pleasure, while the guys seemed more intent on using me more for their sexual needs, with some BDSM toys used first by them to arouse their interests. Again as my master’s slave, I could only follow instructions, and I seemed to be more inclined to allow these things to happen to me the longer that I remained in the dungeon.
Was I now the slave girl that I had desired to be in my fantasies? The pain had at first been more than I expected, even after my session as a captive back on the farm, I certainly now felt much more compliant to my master’s needs. I accepted whatever he wanted from me without question, unlike the other slave girl that he now had in his collection. She had also volunteered herself like me, but she had proven to be a bit more of a challenge, but she too eventually gave herself to him, allowing him to use her as he wanted.
Now that he had two slaves in the dungeon, it became much more popular, and there were several clients that required the use of his slaves during the day and night, so I was kept very busy as was the other slave, though I didn’t know her real name, she was just called slave like me. I had forgotten how long I had been kept down here, the days in the world outside were of no concern of mine, there were no windows in the basement or the cells, so each day passed by without me knowing.
Had it been days, weeks or even months now since I allowed myself to become one of Jeff’s slaves, and were there still people out there that even bothered to acknowledge that I was no longer around, had Blake my husband moved on with Beth, my friend, they had seemed to be enjoying each others company when I last saw them, the day that they locked me away inside the cupboard, tightly bagged and sealed away. Eventually, they finally freed me from the dark confines, and I then made my plans to visit Jeff, but that seemed so long ago now.
I was woken from my sleep when my master surprised me, the light had only come on as he opened the cell door, and I scrambled to put myself into place to greet him. He laughed as he watched me move my body, it still amused him that I really wanted to remain his slave girl. But he had something special lined up for me today he informed me, “I have someone coming over and I need my special slavegirl to be extra good today.”
This pleased me being called his special slavegirl, to me now it was the little things that I enjoyed, the occasional good word or caress from my master on a job or task well done, was what made my day extra enjoyable and I felt happy that I had pleased him.
“I need to get you ready for them, come follow me as quickly as you can,” he told me and turned and left.
The cuffs were now a permanent reminder that I was indeed just a slave girl now, they had been fixed in place and they would need to be cut off to free me from wearing them, the short chain between my ankles made me take short steps and I hobbled after my master as quickly as I could. Entering the dungeon area, I could see that he was busy getting things ready, for the latest client I guessed that would shortly be using me.
Seeing that I had made my way into the dungeon he walked over and placed a leather hood over my now shaved head, it was indeed far easier without hair in the way, and my master was right to shave it, and one of my daily tasks was to ensure that any hair didn’t grow back on my body. This leather hood was different from any that I had previously worn, it was all encasing, cutting off the light and deadening the sounds that I could hear. It also completely covered my head, which as it turned out was very important later on.
The final piece was the posture collar that held my head in place, this was locked on from behind by my master. Now I was an obscured and anonymous slave, even though I now sported my slave registration number on my left breast, and again on my rear, these had been tattooed on me by one of my Master’s clients, along with another on my right breast which said, “Property of Jeff”. The other slave girl had hers done at the same time.
With the hood and collar in place, I was now ready for the next client that he had lined up for me today, I was just a pleasure slave now, all dreams and pretence now long gone, in reality, I had given myself body and soul to my master, and he could do whatever he wanted to me, it seemed that I had truly found my place in life, to be nothing more than property, an object to be used and stored away again until required.
The top of my hood was connected by a chain to the ceiling forcing me to stand, my arms were bound behind me, the cuffs locked in place as were the ones around my ankles. I stood there naked except for the hood, presented for the next person that he had arranged to use me. Left standing there, in the quiet of the dungeon, I began to wonder who the next one would be, would they be male or female, or would there be more than one, I guess that I would eventually find out.
Though it was difficult to hear, it was not impossible as my master had first thought, obviously having never worn it himself, he had no idea just how much a slave could make out from the noise that they were making. The footfalls on the stairs letting me know that whoever wanted me was now entering the dungeon. I could make out some of their conversation.
“Wow, impressive set-up you have here,” said the new voice.
“Yes, designed it all myself, pretty good don’t you think?” came the voice of my master Jeff.
“You’ve certainly gone all out with the stuff that you have, including the naked slave girl.” the other voice laughed as he viewed me standing there. “That’s part of the equipment I assume.”
“Yes, but that’s not the only one, currently I have two, with another one soon to join them.” Master replied, “I intend to have a few more additions later on as business picks up.”
“Well I’ve only heard good things so far, how long have you been up and running?” asked the new voice.
“The dungeon has been set up since I moved here, it was only later that I got my first slave, then later the second one. These things take time,” Master told him, “but overall about six months.”
“Well you’ve certainly done well for yourself, I just wish that Beth could have been here today with me to see this.” the voice told my master. “Shame that she had some business elsewhere.”
“It would have been great if you could have both been here and tried this out, in fact, you’ll be the first to use this, I’ve been waiting for you to come over so that we can try it out.” came the voice of my master.
Then it all started to fall into place, I had been content to just stand here waiting, in fact, conditioned to accept that I was nothing more than another piece of equipment, an item in the dungeon for people to use, abuse and play with. But now that I had heard a name, Beth, I wondered if this was Blake, once so long ago my husband, before I followed my path and became Jeff’s slave. I wondered if he recognized me, or didn’t that matter anymore.
This must be the reason for the hood, I figured, to hide the fact that his own wife was now standing there naked, a slave girl, part of my new master’s property and marked as so. With the gag in place there was no way for me to call out, but then did I really want to, and then I thought that maybe the hood was to hide me and keep me secret from Blake, just as I had asked for so long ago. Or was this another test by my master?
My thoughts were interrupted when I then felt cold hands as they began to examine my body; if this was Blake, surely he would recognise me. I'd hoped that he knew every inch of my flesh by now, having used me so many times. The hands roamed over my skin and lingered on the markings that I now wore.
“Mmm, ‘Property of Jeff’, shouldn’t that be Master Jeff?” he laughed.
“Well, that was early on, I guess that I should change it, maybe when the next one arrives, I’ll get them all done again,” Master replied.
“Registered as well, that’s extra special, I didn’t know that existed?” Blake asked.
“Only if you know the right people, that way if I sold it, I can easily transfer the ownership, along with the slave,” Master replied, “And it’s easier to tell them apart when they’re hooded like this.”
“What, how hard is it to see which one is which?” Blake queried.
“Once they lose their hair, they all look pretty much the same, and when their faces are covered, their bodies are very similar,” Master said.
“Wow, you do go all out. Do they object?” Blake asked.
“No, to me they’re nothing more than slaves, they are now my property to do with what I want, and keeping them shaved makes getting them ready much easier,” Master proudly stated.
“So they’re willing slaves then?” Blake responded, his hand still examining my naked body.
“Oh yes, this one particularly asked to become my slave, it practically begged to be kept here, to be used and has never wanted to go back to its old life,” Master replied.
“Well then, if it’s a willing slave then we better get on and use it,” Blake replied. “What was the device you wanted to use on it?”
“It’s over there in the corner, and it’s going to take the two of us to get things ready.” Master Jeff told him.
The sound of their footsteps across the dungeon let me know that for now I was forgotten about, it seemed that they had other things to look at for now. I hung there, my face hidden behind the hood, gagged and blindfolded, the chain holding me in place. I wondered what this new device was, and how would they be using it on me?
The sound of metal hitting the floor nearby shook me from my thoughts, though I still had no idea what it was, I would soon find out. The chain holding me in place was removed and I was guided by firm hands to where they wanted me. I yelped in surprise when I was lifted off of my feet and carried a short distance. Then I was lowered down until I felt the cold metal touching my back and legs in various places.
My wrists were unfastened from behind my back and re-secured to whatever I was now lying inside of, the metal frame seemed to wrap itself around my body, the coolness of the metal letting me know of its presence. Once my wrists were secured I heard the sound of metal moving, then more coldness from the metal as it enclosed the top of my body. I felt it grow much tighter, they had begun closing the top to the bottom part, pressing each piece together, causing the metal to press into my skin.
“Grab those bolts and the spanner.” I heard my master speak, “We need to secure the package as tight as we can for it to fit.”
As I heard the sounds of them working, seemingly attaching some fixing points to keep me inside of this thing, I wondered what my master had meant by fit, fitting into what I wondered? Wasn’t this tight and secure enough for them? It certainly felt that way to me.
“There the cage is now secure,” I heard Blake say to Jeff, “The slave certainly just fits inside of it, the metal is pressing into its skin.”
“The cage was made for this slave to its exact measurements, with some adjustment after being kept for so long down here, I wanted it to be tight and inescapable,” Master replied.
“Well, it looks that way from here.” Blake responded, “What’s next?”
“The cage fits into the iron maiden, though this one doesn’t have any spikes, mores the pity!” Jeff laughed, “Still need to keep this one alive, as there’s no profit to be had otherwise.”
The metal cage that I was now very tightly secured inside of was lifted from the ground and carried over to the iron maiden that my master had spoken of. I was then lowered into the inner part of the casket, the sound of the metal cage that I was held inside of rasping against the inner part of the maiden. Until they finally managed to get the cage all the way inside, I was now laying not only in a cage it seemed, but also I was about to be enclosed inside of the iron maiden, just how long for was anyone’s guess.
“Wow, the cage just fits, you’ve certainly designed this well, there’s no way that the slave would ever be able to get out,” Blake told my master, sending a shiver of delight throughout my body at the thought.
“Maybe I’ll weld it shut, sealing it inside forever, well maybe one day, but not for now.” my master replied laughing.
“I wonder if the slave would like that?” came the voice of Blake.
“Who cares, it’s just property now, something to be used and played with, then stored away afterwards, or disposed of,” Master said in reply.
“What now?’ Blake asked.
“We close the door and seal the slave inside, but first we need to attach these.” I heard my master say.
Several cold, sticky things were applied to my skin, I wondered what they were, and what they would be used for. Then I felt the hands as they attached something to the things on my skin, which now seemed to be firmly stuck on me. The sound of them doing something nearby and then once finished with what they were doing, returning and they began closing the outer door on the metal casket that I was now lying in.
The sound of several more fastenings on the outside let me know that I was now secured away inside the iron maiden, along with the metal cage encasing me, I was truly trapped by them and I had no way of knowing what they now had planned for me or when, or if, I would ever be released. Once they were finished, I then found out just what they had applied to my body before sealing me away.
The sudden and intense pain shot through my body, I screamed through the gag, the sound of which would have been heard by the two men who had sealed me inside. It felt like thousands of needles were being pressed into my flesh, so shocking was the overall pain that I must have blacked out for a short while, for when I recovered I found that the pain had eased by several degrees.
On the outside they had both heard my scream, this had brought a smile of satisfaction to both of them, especially my master, who loved to inflict torment on my body, but this was at another level. It was only when Blake had suggested that maybe it was too much for the slave to endure, that Jeff had turned down the TENS machine that controlled electrodes on my body.
Once they were both happy with what they had done, they attached a chain to the top end of the iron maiden and lifted it up until it stood upright. Jeff then moved a cover on the floor and revealed the hole, just wide enough for the metal casket to fit in. They then manoeuvred the maiden over the hole and began lowering it down until it reached the bottom. The chain was then removed and the floor covering was put back in place, then Jeff wheeled the pillory over until it covered the place where the slave was now hidden away.
Inside of my casket and cage, I had recovered enough from the intense pain and now felt them moving me and the thing that now encased me, then I had the feeling that I was being lowered, though I wasn’t too sure, and I wondered what I was being lowered into. The only sounds that I could hear were the casket moving against the sides of whatever I was being placed inside of, that and the rattle of chain in the distance above my head, so that let me know that I was being contained in something else.
The electrodes again started up, working each part of my body, though this time less intense than the first time, but still painful enough to make me scream again. But the pain was short-lived and soon gave way to a more pleasurable experience, as my orgasm overwhelmed me with the sound of something being placed over where I was now held, sealing me away, my fantasy of total encasement being fulfilled. In my mind, the cement truck was on the way to fill in the hole that I was now in.
I had no idea just how long I was kept down inside of the hole, but eventually, I felt movement as the casket was lifted out of the hole. The electrodes had long ago finished their work, the pain had ceased as well as the more pleasurable things that had been placed on my overworked clit, the orgasms long gone now. The cool air hitting me as the iron maiden was opened, luckily the hood still blocked out the light, and then the sound of the metal cage that contained my body as it was removed from the outer casing let me know that I was now going to be free.
Though that freedom was going to be short-lived, for once free of the cage I was carried by firm hands over to the bench, my wrists and ankles were soon secured, and straps again held my body firmly to the top of the bench. Then I felt softer, more delicate hands run over my flesh, whoever it was seemed to take great delight in teasing me, running their fingernails against my skin, causing me to shiver and goosebumps appear all over my body.
The hands at my mouth soon had the leather panel gag that I wore removed to be swiftly replaced by the now very familiar ring gag, so I knew that soon I would be pleasuring someone with my mouth and salivated at the thought. The soft hand was soon replaced by the first slap of a paddle, the initial pain causing me to cry out in surprise.
“Shut it, slave!” I heard the female voice say, it sounded very familiar, then I realised that this was Beth when she spoke again, “Sluts should be seen and not heard, will one of you boys shut her up.”
Feeling movement on the ring gag I thought that they would attach something to keep me quiet, but then I guess what they did next fulfilled that role, the head of someone’s penis was shoved into my open mouth, the feel of it on my tongue a delightful reminder of my submissive state and desires.
Though it was hard to concentrate on the hard member in my mouth with the continued blows raining down on my rear, it seemed that Beth was going to town on my body, and soon moved on to other implements of torment, while the erect member pushed ever deeper into my throat, cutting off my air at some point, before allowing me to breathe again.
This continued for some time, when the first cock had spurted its load deep into the back of my mouth, it was soon replaced by another, all the while my body was being abused by the hands of the now very sadistic female that seemed to be getting great pleasure in my torment. Though eventually she either grew too tired to continue or was bored and wanted to try other things.
That other thing was the strap-on that she now wore and used on me, plundering my rear with her thick false penis, forcing her way ever deeper into me, initially causing me to scream, which was suppressed by the hard member of one of the men using me for their oral pleasure. The assault on my body continued, her hand began slapping my sore rear, alternating between each hand on the corresponding rear cheek.
I lost count of how many times that I had been used and I wondered if there was more than Blake, Jeff and Beth in the dungeon using me, I wouldn’t know being kept blindfolded and hooded the entire time. Eventually, everything stopped, but if I thought that I was finally going to be free, well I was soon to find out.
Once the cuffs had been freed from the bench, they were secured again with padlocks and a small chain was added between my ankles. I was then shuffled across the dungeon to where the cells were, here I was taken inside and finally the hood was removed by Beth, I could finally see the three of them standing there looking at me.
“Well, you’re a fine mess, but no doubt that you’ve enjoyed yourself.” Beth stated, and continued, “Love the hair and the permanent markings you’ve added Jeff.”
“Well, it seemed a good idea, a slave needs to know her place and that she is owned,” Jeff responded. “Just property.”
Beth laughed, “She’s certainly that.”
“But, now that’s about to end,” Blake told them, “Isn’t that right Dana?”
It felt strange to hear my own name again after all this time, how long had I been kept here as a slave, locked away in my cell, I still had no idea. It was difficult for me to speak, my throat was still sore from the oral abuse that I had received, and my body felt weak from the confinement and the torment that Beth had inflicted on me. But I managed a brief response.
“No,” I replied.
“But surely it’s time,” Blake replied, “when Jeff eventually told me where you were and that you’ve been down here for nearly three months, is that what you really wanted and agreed to, to be just a slave and serve others?”
"Yes, that is what I wanted, and I asked my master not to reveal to you where I was, but I guess that he felt the need to let you know where I was." I replied.
"Sorry, but Blake was really worried where you were, so I had to let him know," Jeff told me.
"But now that we've found you, it's time to stop and come home," Blake asked.
“I’m not sure that I'm ready or want to leave, just yet anyway, or ever, and I want to continue exploring my submissive side,” I answered. "My true desire is to stay and serve as my master's slave. And my former home is not the place for me any more, this now feels like home to me."
“You want to stay?” Beth asked before Blake could say anything, interrupting him, “After all that you’ve been through?”
“Nothing more than what I wanted and asked for, Jeff has been truly wonderful in keeping me here as just one of his slaves,” I replied, “though the iron maiden was more than I could ever have asked for, or expected.”
“You’re certain that you want to remain here as my slave?” Jeff then asked, slightly stunned at my request.
“That’s if you’ll have me?” I answered, “After all you have another slave girl now too.”
“But surely you’ve had enough…” Blake asked, before being cut off by Beth.
“She knows what she wants, let us give her that.” she said, and then turned to me, ” Maybe we’ll just leave you here then if that’s what you want.”
“If she wants to stay, that’s fine with me.” Jeff replied, “If you all agree?”
“Well, it seems that the decision is made, the slave can stay, come on Blake, we have dinner plans tonight, let’s leave the slave alone with her master,” Beth said, before leading Blake out of the cell, leaving me alone with Jeff.
“Thank you, Master, this slave is very pleased and is yours to use, as always.” I said, while dropping to my knees and getting into my submissive pose, “Please keep this lowly slave where she belongs, at your pleasure, for as long as you wish, my master.”
Jeff smiled at me, the warmth of it filled my soul, and my inner submissive delighted in my pleasing him. The final sound before the light of my cell went out, was the closing of the cell door and the key locking me away again, just another slave in my master’s property, secured now until needed again, to use and abuse as he so wished. It was a very happy and satisfied slave girl that curled up on the hard stone floor, the only comfort was the rough blanket that I had eventually earned from servicing the many clients that had used me.
As I drifted off into pleasant slave girl dreams, I wondered what the future held for me as I remained as Jeff’s slave, and if I would get to experience the iron maiden again, this time for much longer… possibly even permanently…
Alternative ending
Above me, the two men spoke, first Blake said, “Well, that was different.”
“Yes, but well worth it,” Jeff replied.
“I thought that she would break out and speak?” Blake responded.
“No, I doubt that she even knew that you were here.” Jeff replied, “She’s too far into being a slave to know, or care I guess.”
“Maybe you’re right, I knew that she had very submissive desires, and her fantasies were sometimes very extreme, but this goes way beyond what I ever expected,” Blake said.
“She’s accepted her place in life as my slave, very willingly it seemed,” Jeff told him. “And enjoys being used.”
“Well, when you suggested this I had my doubts, but you were right, she does seem to accept her place as a slave,” Blake replied.
“And a profitable one at that,” Jeff exclaimed.
“Yes, Beth is really pleased with the finances of this set-up, so I guess she’ll stay here then.” Blake responded, “After all, I’ve moved on with Beth, and she seems happy to remain here as your slave, so why change things.”
“Exactly, just part of the fixtures and fittings now, just like I guess that she always wanted,” Jeff answered.
“How long are you going to leave her down there?” Blake asked.
“Dunno, but I’ll call you when I need to get her out, things are a bit quiet at the moment, so no rush, and I have a new slave to train,” Jeff responded.
The two men left the now quiet dungeon, the slave secured in her metal tomb, hidden away until needed again.