Mar 25, 2014

#Dungeon Crawl- After the black box

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Get those knee pads on because it's time for another Dungeon Crawl featuring 'Seduction: The story of M' 
Last weeks excerpt got a little intense between Misty, Robert, and  a certain black box.
This week I thought I'd share what happened the following day. 

“Misty, I know that all of this for you is series of first events in your life, and all of
them induced by me for that matter. I have been in this lifestyle for almost 20 years and what
happened last night was a most unexpected first for me. I can’t begin to tell you the feelings I
have after sharing that with you. I want to be so close to you right now it’s unbelievable. I
could sit here the rest of the day and just hold you, look at you and touch you. This part of my
scheme I didn’t count on happening.” His voice took on a note of sadness as he ended his
Suddenly I felt awkward and I realized why. He was feeling giddy about having lost
control himself. Was he on that euphoric high like I was in the shower yesterday? Was that
the difference between dominance and submission? Was I starting to understand what drew
people into what he called this lifestyle? More importantly, was it really okay to live this way
and not feel guilty?
I pictured myself as his permanent pet and enjoying it, and then pictured myself
trying to relate how I felt about it to my mom or a dear friend and seeing the look on their
face. This BDSM lifestyle is not a path most people often chose, and I have always leaned
more towards the wider view of it being a taboo, something to be looked down upon by the
rest of society. 

Now though, I could see clearly what makes the choice so appealing even
though I had to experience a taste of it in order to understand it. But did I even really
understand it?

“I didn’t count on any of this happening Sir, but I am thankful that it did. You need
not carry the guilt of having abducted me, nor the fear you inflicted. It was that fear that
brought me to a better understanding of a much larger scope of life than I previously thought
existed. You freed something inside of me Sir, and I will forever cherish it.” I looked into his
eyes trying to express my sincerity.

He pulled me into his arms and hugged me hard like a kid with a new puppy, and then
he brought me back far enough to place a tender kiss on my forehead. “Misty, I need to
explain to you what can happen from here. I would like to explain my proposition to you. I
want to offer you a permanent place in my home as my slave. I know that probably sounds
intimidating to say the least, but let me go on.
“I realize that you don’t have a very wide scope on the BDSM lifestyle and you don’t
understand what I mean by slave. I am not talking about a slave like you might be thinking. I
don’t want you there to clean and cook and tend after my house or affairs.

I don’t want to keep you chained up like a prisoner either.
“I would like you there under the terms of your submission to me in that you will offer
yourself to me when and how I wish. You can still continue with college and I will help you.
You would not need to keep your bar job, nor would you need to seek other employment. I
would provide you with everything you might need. And at anytime you so wish, you can
break the deal so to speak with no questions asked. You will not be held prisoner by anything
other than your own desire to stay and serve me.
“Before you think about that too much I would like to show you more about what this
lifestyle is about. I explained last night that this hotel is booked by people in the lifestyle.
There are many things that take place in this hotel during this week. It’s not all about what
happens behind closed doors.”

I settled back into the crook of his arm again and listened.

“On the fourth floor there have been exhibitions going on all week by those willing to
participate. These are small events that intuitive people have come up with to make these
types of outings more fun for all to share in and by doing so, we all get to meet others into the
lifestyle, people that share the same optimisms and views about what BDSM is. I would like
to show you what I am talking about rather than spoil the surprises. I want you to go shower
while I find you something to wear and then I’ll take you downstairs and show you the
excitement.” He pulled me into a sensual kiss before freeing me from his lap and playfully
patting my ass as I strode off to the shower.

Robert has enticed her curiosity about BDSM, but up until now, it's only been her and Robert. I wonder if what she sees on the 4th floor will intrigue her further. I invite you back next week to find out what she sees and how it makes her feel.
While your waiting please crawl over to a few of the other exceptionally hot blogs to find out what's going on in their Dungeons.  

Mar 18, 2014

Welcome to the Dungeon. Introducing the Black Box.

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Greetings Dungeon Lovers. Please, come in.

Today I want to share a few words from my first publication. The Story of M-Seduction.

The scene is taken from the chapter called: The Black Box.

The picture is a representation of the Black Box that Misty is restrained to in the scene I plan to share with you.  As you can see, those padded panels fold down. There are also rings on the corners, so that one may be restrained in a number of creative ways. In Misty's case her thighs are strapped to back edge of the box. Her torso lay across the middle, with her head over the edge. Her wrists are cuffed and have chains attached that can be put through the rings at the front of the box and then attached to eye-bolts in the floor in front of the box so that her arms are mostly mobilized and outstretched.
I'm not going to post the entire chapter, just the daunting display at the end. Enjoy!

My body felt cold and rigid as I awaited my torture and pain. I heard him setting something on the floor and then he walked around in front of me. He pulled a huge mirror from behind the armorer and slid it along the wall in front of the box.

“Now you can watch too.” His faced beamed with an evil, slanted grin.

I looked up at myself in the mirror and watched as he stood behind me. My face was red and blotchy and I looked a horrible mess.

“Don’t worry, Princess, you are beautiful,” he said firmly. Our eyes met for a moment. I watched him lower himself to his knees.

I noticed a tube of something as he picked it up, opening it and expunging the contents of it on his fingers. Then he squeezed some of it on my asshole. I jumped at the stark coldness of it. It had to be lube and I was not going to escape his cock in my ass. I whimpered and pulled my hips forward.

“Princess, I thought you said you trusted me.”

“I do, Sir.” I said, wearily.

“Then relax and stop worrying.”

“Yes Sir.”

He used his index or middle finger to slowly penetrate my asshole. I cringed and shrieked pulling my hands up into balled fists.

“Shh, relax this will feel better in a moment or two,” he whispered, pushing his finger in farther as he leaned over my back.

Kissing the back of my neck softly, he hushed me over and over while working the lube up into my tight puffy hole. The gel started to tingle and although it felt like it burned it was actually a cooling sensation that filled my anal cavity. It was very soothing. 

“It’s numbing gel,” he explained and pulled his finger from my ass.

He kissed my back here and there as he resumed his position with his hands on my ass cheeks. I felt my body shudder as he opened them wide and caused my asshole to open a bit too. One hand left my ass cheeks and I felt the head of his cock putting pressure on my star shaped little hole. I drew my breath in and held it, waiting for the invasion. He rubbed the head up and down and in little circles before he pushed gingerly inside while my face cringed. He held the head inside and I could feel his fingers against my hole.

I whimpered and out of reflex my asshole tightened. I heard him groan as I looked up into the mirror, his eyes closing for a moment as he held himself still with just the head of his cock in my ass as if he was forcing himself not to plunge deeply within me. My thighs were shaking as he pushed in deeper, little by little. My breath was choppy as I fought against the burning sensation and tried to hold myself still. He kept hushing me and telling me to take it for him in a soft soothing voice.

All I could think was, Yes Sir, yes… but I never uttered the words. It was as though my body had locked up and froze in order to accept the anguish of the pain. He was slow and tender as he filled me with every inch of his cock. I felt his balls against my still wet pussy and I breathed out knowing he was all the way in.
“Look up at the mirror, princess.” He whispered.

No, I didn’t want too. I just wanted to hang my head and endure this as best I could. Reluctantly, I raised my head and looked in the mirror, looking past my own reflection and focusing on his. He pulled back a little, slowly. He watched the pain on my face and pushed back in.

“Good girl, now keep that pretty face in view, understand?”

“Yes Sir,” I whimpered, sounding as though I were ready to cry.

“You’re doing so well, Princess…this will feel better soon, I promise.”

He moved only a little at first, keeping his focus on my face in the mirror. I could feel his cock lurching inside me, stirring with excitement as he contained himself from thrusting the way I know he wanted to. He made slow long strokes in and out spreading the gel and coating my tender anal skin with it. I watched him lean over to the side and get something from the floor, but it was in line with the box so I couldn’t see what it was.

I heard a deep humming sound and then felt an intense vibration on my clit. My body lurched and I gasped at the new and powerful sensation. He rubbed this all around my clit and then held it directly on it and started to thrust into my ass in short, small, rather choppy strokes. What was happening to my clit was overriding what he was doing to my ass. I was very aroused again. I could feel his balls slapping my pussy occasionally while the vibrator rattled and hummed on my clit.

“Fuck…you are taking this so well, Princess!”

I felt my face getting warm again, my hips were moving with his thrusts and I no longer felt the burning in my ass. My clit was growing large and I focused my eyes on the mirror taking a quick glance at the face starring back at me, flushed and warm, my eyes shinny and glazed over. I felt his thighs hitting my ass cheeks as over and over and I looked up at his face. His eyes were intent upon my face and he pushed in harder when he knew we had eye contact.

“That’s it, Misty… good girl. Keep those eyes on mine and beg for my come.”

He held the vibrator even tighter on my clit and jiggled it. My body was moving all on its own, my mind was in some unidentifiable place and the only thing in control here was his cock and that insanely powerful vibrator he had just clicked up a notch.

The climax crept up slowly, like the pleasure itself was torturing me. I watched myself and the man behind me, lost in the puppet show mentally as I gasped, panted and moaned. All the noises seemed to blur together, mine and his mixed. The pure animalistic act of sex occurring before me in the mirror drove into my core.

“Don’t forget …to ask…slut!” His words came out in between hard pounds to my ass.

The pain no longer applied and he could sink his balls in there if he wanted to and I would not be pulled from the state of ecstasy I was in. I was hovering in that state just before orgasm and time was standing still. I don’t know where it came from or why I said it.

“Fuck…you!” I cried in a deep raspy voice and my eyes beheld myself in the mirror.

I could see the veins in my neck sticking out. My face was red and wet with sweat and so was his. His broad bare chest heaving as he started to furiously pound his cock into me even harder. I don’t know how, but I managed to wrap my hands around the chains using them as leverage to push my upper body back towards him, taunting him to give me all he had.

He clicked that vibrator up to its last notch and sent me over the edge immediately. The words were unidentifiable or I just don’t remember them. I honestly thought I pulled one of the eye-bolts out of the floor my body jerked and convulsed so violently. The intensity of the orgasm itself almost hurt with as powerful as it was, like it was taking me over. I know I was screaming and my body was bucking wildly but I didn’t even really hear it.

He dropped the still humming vibrator to the floor and put both his hands in my hair and pulled back hard on it making his body look like an upright see-saw, my head yanking back each time he thrust. I felt my come literately pouring down my thighs.
The girl in that mirror was not me. I had no idea who she was or how she was taking this kind of abuse… but I loved it.

I could hear him trying to say something but I couldn’t make out the words. My mind and ears were deaf to all but the primal lust taking place in the mirror. I thrust my hips back hard with each push of his cock. My body was shuddering and lurching violently. He climbed up onto the box with me, his thighs hugging my hips as if here were trying to hold them down.

His eyes met with mine and I growled deeply, bucking up against him even harder. His face was dark red and mine looked almost purple as I peered through the wet strands of hair slapping me in the face with each thrust.

“Oh fuck… you little fucking…whore,” he grunted ripping back on my hair as he drove into me deeply and held himself there.

His body was rigid and shaking as his cock exploded deep in my ass, I felt each powerful expulsion. Hot come worked its way deeper into my ass as his hands reluctantly relaxed a little in my hair. His body quivered and I felt more come seep out of his cock. He convulsed inside of my ass intermittently as he collapsed on me, laying his head down on my shoulder breathing hard.

All the movement stopped and my body went limp. My head dropped and it was all I could do to focus on just breathing. The vibrator kept thudding incessantly on the floor. His cock was softening fast and I felt him slip from my ass. He groaned as he slid off of me sinking down behind the box sitting on his calves and turned off the vibrator. Then he looked up into the mirror at the both of us, in pure exhaustion.

“What in the fuck was that?” he exclaimed.

“I don’t know, Sir.” I mumbled, sounding like I had developed a speech impediment.

“Geez, Misty, I never would have thought you had that in you.”

“What’s that, Sir?” I mumbled, not bothering to lift my head.

“That thing that came out of you…the beast within I think. Fuck, I’ve never had a woman react like that before. You really lost control didn’t you?”

Mar 11, 2014

The Room of Requirements

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Hello Dungeon Lovers and BDSM fans. Today I'd like to introduce to you the ROR or as it is properly called, The Room of Requirements. This Room can be found at a place called 'The Inn' located near the mountains in Colorado. (just in case you wanted to know) 
Much like the Dungeon Crawl, The Inn is a hospitable establishment for those who like and enjoy BDSM, I hear they even feature fantasy suites. There is a room at 'The Inn'  that most visitors do not see or know about. The room where slaves are trained and required to perform different tasks. Hence the name, ROR.
This room is mentioned often throughout 'The Story of L-trilogy' as our heroine L learns more about what it means to truly become a slave. 
The Excerpt I'm featuring today comes from book one- Odyssey. So lets take a look at what L experiences when she is introduced to the ROR.  Keep in mind that during this excerpt L has been blindfolded, as have the other slaves, and although they are allowed to make noise they are not allowed to beg or use words. 

"Position two, L," a whisper next to her ear, commanded.

 L reached out her hands to the floor, lowered her chest and face until her right cheek was flush with the cold cement floor and reached back spreading the furrow of her buttocks apart. Immediately she felt cold wet lubricant being applied to her puckered back passage and then a gloved finger slipped up inside until she felt a knuckle. L pressed her lips tight together to keep from making a sound as that finger pulled out only long enough to acquire more lubricant and back in it went, joined by a second finger, which then worked the lubricant around more deeply.

L tried to pretend it was Trey doing this like she had earlier when she had the rod inserted into her behind, but this time it didn't help to alleviate her fear or discomfort. Just as the fingers were removed, L felt a larger hand in her hair, pulling. "Get up," came the whispered voice.

Another hand guided her shoulder until she was standing and then a loud resounding –CRACK filled the room, and then another and another and L heard G's shrill girly voice yelp and scream. L prayed that G wouldn't call out, and then more sounds started to fill the room. Soon more whimpers, screams and moans joined into the chorus of voices as L was being led by large warm hands, but to where or what she knew not. Slaps, Cracks and Snaps seemed to be filling the room along with the yelps and moans, when L was brought to a halt.

She felt something hard, wooden maybe, being placed against her abdomen, just below her belly button, and then something was attached to each of her irons. She heard a clicking noise like gears turning and both her arms simultaneously began to be lifted. Hands pressed into the back of her knees bending them as she was guided down onto somewhat of a kneeling position, something soft and wooly beneath her knees, and her thighs were being strapped to something. Her body was pulled slightly forward with each click of those gears –or whatever they were. And when she was stretched just enough to feel the pull along her sides they stopped.

The lash of a whip cut through the air and L felt the harsh sting on her buttocks. She whimpered and then another came to the opposite side. Then they came double, two harsh lashes at the same time, in tandem, one on each cheek. It burned and stung and the lashes got faster, leaving no time for a gasping recovery as she jerked and jolted to avoid them. Then one of the whips cut up from behind and lashed her pussy lips. The pain seared and L cried out with a shrill howl. Another lash caught her square on her rectum and she started to twist and turn to the best of her abilities, but it was of little use, the restraints were tight and the bar or board in her abdomen prevented her from lurching away from the stinging lashes.

She started to sob and cry, the blindfold catching her tears as the snap of a crop struck her breasts, again the lashes came from both sides at the same time as if it were two of them doing this to her at the same time. L gritted her teeth, an attempt to keep from crying out for them to stop, as great as the pain was; she held a greater fear of her fellow slaves if it were her to cause them all to be gagged. The slaps to her breasts had stopped.

And then, it felt like the tasseled end of Master K's whip, this time between her thighs, each lash walking closer and closer to her swollen labia lips. Another sensation was causing sharp bites to her buttocks while the whip crawled upwards and began to strike her lips. It wasn't the slap of a crop on her rear, but more like the bite of a thin stick, solid and long, catching both cheeks at the same time. The bites to her rear hurt more than the little snaps to her pussy lips and oddly L felt herself becoming aroused at the tingling sensation between her thighs.

The shrieks, screams and moans of the others started to sound muffled and all L could concentrate on was what was happening to her. The thin stick had stopped striking her buttocks and the whip stopped licking at her lips. L's head went limp and the wet strands of her hair fell down around her forehead and face. She shuddered as she released a long breath and thought finally it was over, until she felt two large hands on her hips. They moved her, straightening out her behind and then L felt the bulbous warm head pressing at her anus. Her body stiffened and L remembered what N had said to her in the practice room. –'I bet Marcus and Clay both have fun with you back there later'.

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Mar 5, 2014

Crawling... because it's a Dungeon Crawl

I want to thank Sheri Savill and Trent Evens for creating the Dungeon Crawl. This is my first time participating and I am Uber Excited. 
The excerpt I'm sharing is from: Seduction... The Story of M I hope you enjoy. 

“On your knees,” he commanded in a low growl as he pressed down on my shoulders. 

I sank to my knees feeling his fingers leave my flesh. He moved and stood in front of me, while he opened his belt and pants, letting them drop to the floor around his feet. He held his erect cock in his hand, pulling back on the skin and exemplifying his swollen, plump, slightly purplish head. 

“Do you want it?” he taunted as he stroked it before my lips. 

“Yes Sir.” I whispered. 

“Show me. Come get what you want, princess.” He moved out of  his pants, taking a few steps backwards. I put my hands on the floor, moving his pants in the process and crawled towards him. “I want you to ask permission before you touch or taste my cock. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Sir.” I looked up at him. “May I please suck your cock, Sir?” 

“No.” He moved back yet again. “This time when you crawl to me, show me that you really want to suck my cock, and get that ass in the air while you move.” 

I crawled to him again, moving slowly, letting my body sway as I kept my eyes on his cock. I arched my back, letting my ass rise high behind me. Opening my mouth, I licked my upper lip, then slowly bit my lower one as I reached him. “May I please suck your cock, Sir?” I looked into his eyes, trying to sound seductive. He held his shaft tightly, only the purplish head protruding from his hand. He took my hair up in his other hand and pulled me up, holding my head so that I could feel the heat of his cock on my lips. 

“Open your mouth.”