BDSM Mansion

I returned to the hall bathroom, staying under the hot pounding water with my forehead tapping against the tiles. I was absentmindedly fondling myself, wantonly breaking the rules. At this point I didn't give a fuck. 

The scene which just took place was unsettling, to say the least. It was definitely the hottest sex I can remember  ever having. But I didn't even cum!!  I'm not sure my dick even got hard. But I'm still warm from that cock so expertly navigating my ass and rubbing my prostate.  An orgasm then, I'm sure, would have been epic. But superfluous, the fucking itself was enough to leave me sated. How can that even be? 

The hot water streamed down my back. I felt it course through my crack and gently sooth my still aching asshole. 

A body was pressing itself against me, or was I dreaming? A hand replaced my own on my dick, I felt now engorging. I felt an erection hard against my butt. The water kept flowing over me, rhythmic, melodic. I'm dreaming. This isn't real. But the cock behind me is rubbing back and forth against my cheeks. It body disappears, to return and continue fondling, stroking. I know I'm dreaming. Sleep-bathing. The water flowing over my crotch is interrupted, a mouth engulfed my dick. 

"Close your eyes" the whisper was soft. Friendly. The lips kissed my neck and I felt the beginning of a love bite. No, no. It's the water, I'm dreaming.  Nonetheless I kept my eyes closed. 

My dick had engorged  to  its full length, then to be taken into the throat of the mouth that had been moving up and down the shaft. The dick behind me, was teasing my hole. Rubbing up and down purposefully. Then, slowly, gently, carefully entered my hole and just as cautiously moved until I felt a body against my butt cheeks. Now I know I'm dreaming. After the anal drubbing I'd just endured there was no way  I could even think of being fucked again. I love this dream. This sleep walk, sleep-shower. The mouth moved in concert with the dick in my ass. The pace increased, then decreased, my balls were being carefully massaged. The fingers talented, I'd thought this was surprisingly sensual. A first. My balls being too sensitive to be touched after the recent brutal attention they received at the Dungeon. 

The mouth left my dick and dropped to my scrotum. I felt my balls being licked then softly sucked. Yep this was definitely a dream. I hope I remember it all when I wake up. 

The mouth was replaced by a fist, gripping my dick firmly and urgently pumping up and down. The dick in my ass began to fuck me again, the pace faster. This symphony kept up until my knees started to buckle. Wait a minute, this is still a dream, right? I felt a shudder as the weapon was pushed deep into my ass. After a moment it withdrew, to be replaced by an equally hard dick. A mouth returned to my dick and again was taking it deep and holding it, I felt the forehead against my abdomen. The pace of both dick and mouth heightened until another shudder and firm grip of my waist ended in a deep push into my ass. My prostate had been quivering with excitement and not so slowly I felt my semen shooting up my dick to be tenderly received in the warm mouth. 

"Keep your eyes closed"

The water against my face woke me up or brought me back from subspace. I'm not sure which. I knew for sure I was exhausted and wasn't sure my legs would carry me back to the twin's bedroom. I felt uniquely calm. Satisfied?  I'm not sure the feeling. But it was the best I've felt in a very very long time. 

When my head hit the pillow I was instantly asleep. 

Breakfast while it was still dark outside. WTF

Juice, fruit, oatmeal, coffee. These boys are ordered to stay a certain weight, keep a certain degree of musculature, and to make a point of hydrating. 

"We have a scene scheduled for today. All four of us. " Master Avery was at the sink, the twins sat opposite me at the table. All seemed well rested but me. I was sore from head to toe, metaphorically.  And another scene? No fucking way am I going to able to pull that off. The twins are sharing one of their looks, then both turn to look at me, and for a second; only a second I see a smile. The same smile in both beautiful faces, warm, accepting and........k n o w I n g.....  

Oh fuck me!!

The Dungeon appeared empty, yet there was lots of noise, cheering. Master Avery led us three to a spacious open area with a stage in the middle.  A theatre in the round type setup.  We'd been informed this was public punishment day. For those doms and masters who wish to perform publicly the torture they mete out to their subs and slaves. 

At coffee this morning, Avery had continued to explain the intricacies of the BDSM lifestyle. As he explains there are submissives and there are slaves. Subs are matched with dominates, the subs have the option to say no to acts they don't want to participate in. Slaves are matched with masters and must do whatever they.are ordered. Both matchups write contracts that delineate the life of the relationship as well as acts they agree to and those they don't. Even though slaves commit to total unquestioning obedience, they can list acts they don't agree to. Avery described his current contract with the twins. They are slaves and will do anything they are ordered to do, initially before signing they all agreed to the exclusion of acts which include skat, blood or severe injury. Avery said they are a perfect match. The sex and pain combination is at a level they all three enjoy tremendously. 

All this being discussed over cappuccinos while Avery fingered his boys's buttholes. No one in the coffee house even seemed to notice. 

Public punishment day was already underway. Master Gregory and his slave to show off again. It looks a little different this time. The boy is suspended with legs slightly higher than the torso and spread eagle. The boys hole, which holds a lit candle, is covered in dried candle wax. They have been at this awhile I think. As the candle, which seems to be held by the boys asshole, is fluttering out. Very little fire still visible, the boy is wailing. 

As we walk around this circular stage I see more "scenes" taking place. Next we see a boy has been wrapped in plastic to totally mobilize him. The only unwrapped parts are his head and , of course, his package. It seems access to the butthole is available.  His master is conducting "throat training" Avery explains. Not really punishment, he added, these guys like to show off.  The master is using a long skinny dildo to see how far his boy can take it down his throat. He has pushed it to almost its limit , then, with his palm, pounds it deeper as the boy chokes and shakes his head back and forth. Leaving that dildo in place, the master uses another on the boys asshole. Having jammed this dildo in without warning, the boy is whimpering and trying to move the dildo in his mouth further out. Not working. As his ass is rather roughly fucked, we see the boy gagging and spewing that white gooey stuff. His master now replaces the dildo in the boys mouth with one he just fucked his ass with, 

again pushing it down until he chokes. Grabbing the end of the dildo the master is now roughly fucking the boys mouth with it. Seemingly satisfied the master climbs onto the chair and inserts his penis into the boys mouth. The penis is every bit as long as the dildos so the discomfort continues. This boys dick was secured in a very small looking chastity device. Must hurt like hell. 

We keep walking and see a boy laying on a whipping stand with his left leg in plain view but his right is being held to his chest. The boy is cuffed, has very limited mobility. The boy is the slave in training from my first day, his red lash marks still plainly visible. 

"This is Randy, I branded him the other day. Still looks good. Today he's being punished by having his inner thighs spanked 30 times each. He'll call them out.Being punished for making a mess after being fucked and fisted. He had to clean it up anyway, but I thought he might like more battle scars. Just a bunch of show offs here today". Avery keeps us walking til we reach the fourth and last scene. The young man is strapped to a table roughly the length from his neck to his ass. Arms and legs secured. Wide strap across his abdomen. As we near him we see the master attaching clothes pin looking metal clips to the boys body. There are medical clamps clamped on to the nipples.  So far this is the tamest "punishment " we've witnessed here today. However as we watch, he is covered from neck to scrotum with metal clamps which are connected by a cord passing through each. 

"The master will pull the string and the clips will be pulled off in a zipper effect. Since this is punishment he may do this more than once and only to most sensitive areas. Normally we take pains to muffle the screams after being zippered, today I see the master wants to hear him yell."

The clips seemingly all attached, the master grips the cord "You know why you're being punished, slave?"

"Yes master .... I talked to another master without your permission "

"And what else, slave?"

"I touched myself without permission "

"That's right. You know this is going to be going on all day, don't you"

"Master??....I'm sorry master...."

"You will learn what you get when you break my rules"

With that the master pulled one of the cords and we watched the black clips being ripped from this poor boys body. His scream was accompanied by a thwarted attempt to arch his body. I definitely didn't want to watch the clips torn away from his dick and scrotum.  

I walked further to reach again Master Gregory as he canes his slaves exposed asshole. A hole beating. After which the boys hole was once again filled with hot melted wax. 

"We'll keep this up for three more hole beatings and hole waxing. "Master Gregory's smile fairly glowed at this prospect. 

We turned to exit the "exhibit " hall and return to the public area. 

I was assigned my duties for the day. Thankfully they did not include mopping the floor with my tongue. Today I was ordered to spend some time on the dildo bench. You can imagine. Sometimes used in BDSM porn these benches can be moderately uncomfortable to traverse or fucking in-fucking-humanly-possible to traverse. The first bench looks pretty harmless, graduating sizes in length and girth. I'm required to spend at least fifteen minutes on each dildo. Fucking myself with them, I assume. 

I settle over the first one and slowly let it fill my butt. It's about four inches long and has a vibrating function. The vibration rate changes the longer I sit on it. That one was mildly enjoyable,  the next was two inches longer and I'm sure it came with a special added pleasure.....or not. 

I sat on this dildo and immediately felt the slow warmth of estim each time the head hit my prostate. The warmth increased the longer I stayed, it also was pleasant. The third was coke can shaped and grew when inserted, at one point it seemed to balloon to the fill my rectum completely. Not so pleasurable but I guess not all cocks and dicks are alike. The fourth and final was indeed bigger. I'd say 8x6 with an unusually large head. Once installed I had to hold handles on each side of the bench. This dildo was self operated, acting like a fuck machine. The thrusting started slow and measured but gradually increased to a point where this was wonderful. A really great dildo fuck. Whodathunk. I found myself gripping the handles and  pulling up in order to receive deeper penetration. This was heaven. No maniacal power fucking, just hard and fast fucking. At the point when I was certain I would break the rule about orgasms, I was positive I was going to have a hands free climax. The machine stopped. My time was up. But my dick stayed stiff. Felt good. Sorta 

The second bench, sure to be full of equally enjoyable devices was not to be so. That bench was lined with plugs. Big-ass plugs. Fifteen minutes each. It'll take a half hour just to get the first bulb in.  Fuck me

What the fuck am I doing here?