romanticslave1
07-05-2009, 08:17 PM
I have been into D&S as a submissive for years, but have just recently realized that I am bi-curious. I am shopping one day and run across a flier advertising an all-male dungeon party at a local dungeon. I decide to attend.
I go to the dungeon that night and in the front room there are people standing around talking and sipping drinks. I walk through the room and notice an attractive man looking at me as I pass by him. I smile politely and walk to the back of the room and sit at a table. The man approaches me and sits at the table with me and starts up a conversation. I tell him that I am a submissive and am there in hopes of meeting a dominant man to experiment with in one of the chambers that night. The man tells me that he is an experienced dominant and I describe my fantasies to him. I tell him that I enjoy bondage, teasing, tickling, spanking, face slapping, foot worship, and role-play.
We decide to have a session together. We go into one of the chambers and he strips me naked and puts me on a rack and gags me. He starts to gently tickle me. My reaction reveals that I am very ticklish. He then starts tickling me mercilessly. I laugh and gasp and writhe in agony. But he just keeps tickling for what seems like forever. Finally, he stops tickling me, and starts slapping my face, slowly at first, then faster and faster until my face really stings.
After a while, he takes me down from the rack and sits in a chair. He pulls me over his knees and gives me a long, hard bare-bottom spanking with a ping-pong paddle. He starts slowly and increases speed until he is spanking me so hard and fast that my bottom feels like it is on fire. I wiggle and cry but he just keeps on and on spanking. Finally, after giving me a very sound spanking, he opens a duffle bag he has with him and takes out some sheets and a rope. He spreads the sheets out on the floor and lays me on top of them, then wraps me up in them. Afterward he ties me up with the rope over the sheets. He then takes his duffle bag and walks out, leaving me there alone. I begin to think to myself, “Oh my God, he is just going to leave me here like this.”
He finally comes back in, wheeling a table similar to those used in hospitals. On top of it there is a full-body bondage box, and his duffle bag. He takes the box down and sits it on the floor next to me, opens it, and lays me down in it. He closes it and my entire body is encased in it. Only my face is exposed. He locks all of the fasteners on the box, which also has rings for padlocks. He takes several padlocks from his duffle bag and locks them through the rings. I am completely helpless. He then takes the gag out of my mouth, and puts the chair over the box that I am trapped in, and sits in the chair, so that his feet rest right on top of my face.
We then start to role-play. I beg him to let me out of the box. He just laughs and teases me. Then he puts his feet in my face and tells me to lick them. I start to lick and suck his feet and toes. He keeps me there for what seems like forever, and I continue worshipping his feet. Time continues to pass. After a while I can hear the rumble of people leaving and turning off lights. The party is ending, but he just keeps me there licking his feet. Finally, it is very quiet, and I am still in the box sucking his toes. Eventually he takes the bondage box with me in it and puts in on top of the wheeling table. He asks me what I thought of our session. I tell him that it was awesome. It was everything I could have wanted and he is the perfect Master. He then asks me what I think about the box in which he has me trapped. I tell him that I feel completely helpless and cannot stand it. He then smiles at me, and tells me that is too bad, because it is my new home. I ask him what he means, and he tells me that he has enjoyed our session so much that he has decided to take me home with him and keep me as his slave permanently.
I tell him that he cannot do that, but he reminds me that I am helpless, and he can do anything he wants with me. He then puts the gag back in my mouth, blindfolds me, throws an blanket over the table so no one can see me, and wheels me out. I feel him put me into a vehicle and drive away. After a long ride, the vehicle stops. He takes me out and I feel him wheel me into a door, down a hall, down a ramp, and into another door. I feel him take me off the table and sit me on the floor. He takes the blindfold off and the gag out of my mouth. He is sitting in a chair over the box like he was in the dungeon. We are in a small room with stone walls, and a heavy metal door that I can tell locks from the outside. He tells me that we are in a room in his basement, and that this is where he is going to keep me from now on. He tells me that he will come down and visit me each day, and make me lick his feet for hours at a time.
I start to panic. I beg and plead with him to let me out of the box and let me go home. He just laughs and gloats and teases me, telling me that I am his forever and I will never get away. He then puts his feet in my face and tells me to start licking. I obey. As I lick his feet and suck his toes, he smiles down at me victoriously. I realize that there is no way out of this, and that he never intends to let me go. I belong to Him now. I am His prisoner and slave. I lay there helplessly worshipping His feet, and I know that I will serve my Master forever.
I go to the dungeon that night and in the front room there are people standing around talking and sipping drinks. I walk through the room and notice an attractive man looking at me as I pass by him. I smile politely and walk to the back of the room and sit at a table. The man approaches me and sits at the table with me and starts up a conversation. I tell him that I am a submissive and am there in hopes of meeting a dominant man to experiment with in one of the chambers that night. The man tells me that he is an experienced dominant and I describe my fantasies to him. I tell him that I enjoy bondage, teasing, tickling, spanking, face slapping, foot worship, and role-play.
We decide to have a session together. We go into one of the chambers and he strips me naked and puts me on a rack and gags me. He starts to gently tickle me. My reaction reveals that I am very ticklish. He then starts tickling me mercilessly. I laugh and gasp and writhe in agony. But he just keeps tickling for what seems like forever. Finally, he stops tickling me, and starts slapping my face, slowly at first, then faster and faster until my face really stings.
After a while, he takes me down from the rack and sits in a chair. He pulls me over his knees and gives me a long, hard bare-bottom spanking with a ping-pong paddle. He starts slowly and increases speed until he is spanking me so hard and fast that my bottom feels like it is on fire. I wiggle and cry but he just keeps on and on spanking. Finally, after giving me a very sound spanking, he opens a duffle bag he has with him and takes out some sheets and a rope. He spreads the sheets out on the floor and lays me on top of them, then wraps me up in them. Afterward he ties me up with the rope over the sheets. He then takes his duffle bag and walks out, leaving me there alone. I begin to think to myself, “Oh my God, he is just going to leave me here like this.”
He finally comes back in, wheeling a table similar to those used in hospitals. On top of it there is a full-body bondage box, and his duffle bag. He takes the box down and sits it on the floor next to me, opens it, and lays me down in it. He closes it and my entire body is encased in it. Only my face is exposed. He locks all of the fasteners on the box, which also has rings for padlocks. He takes several padlocks from his duffle bag and locks them through the rings. I am completely helpless. He then takes the gag out of my mouth, and puts the chair over the box that I am trapped in, and sits in the chair, so that his feet rest right on top of my face.
We then start to role-play. I beg him to let me out of the box. He just laughs and teases me. Then he puts his feet in my face and tells me to lick them. I start to lick and suck his feet and toes. He keeps me there for what seems like forever, and I continue worshipping his feet. Time continues to pass. After a while I can hear the rumble of people leaving and turning off lights. The party is ending, but he just keeps me there licking his feet. Finally, it is very quiet, and I am still in the box sucking his toes. Eventually he takes the bondage box with me in it and puts in on top of the wheeling table. He asks me what I thought of our session. I tell him that it was awesome. It was everything I could have wanted and he is the perfect Master. He then asks me what I think about the box in which he has me trapped. I tell him that I feel completely helpless and cannot stand it. He then smiles at me, and tells me that is too bad, because it is my new home. I ask him what he means, and he tells me that he has enjoyed our session so much that he has decided to take me home with him and keep me as his slave permanently.
I tell him that he cannot do that, but he reminds me that I am helpless, and he can do anything he wants with me. He then puts the gag back in my mouth, blindfolds me, throws an blanket over the table so no one can see me, and wheels me out. I feel him put me into a vehicle and drive away. After a long ride, the vehicle stops. He takes me out and I feel him wheel me into a door, down a hall, down a ramp, and into another door. I feel him take me off the table and sit me on the floor. He takes the blindfold off and the gag out of my mouth. He is sitting in a chair over the box like he was in the dungeon. We are in a small room with stone walls, and a heavy metal door that I can tell locks from the outside. He tells me that we are in a room in his basement, and that this is where he is going to keep me from now on. He tells me that he will come down and visit me each day, and make me lick his feet for hours at a time.
I start to panic. I beg and plead with him to let me out of the box and let me go home. He just laughs and gloats and teases me, telling me that I am his forever and I will never get away. He then puts his feet in my face and tells me to start licking. I obey. As I lick his feet and suck his toes, he smiles down at me victoriously. I realize that there is no way out of this, and that he never intends to let me go. I belong to Him now. I am His prisoner and slave. I lay there helplessly worshipping His feet, and I know that I will serve my Master forever.