Down to the dungeon

She leads you towards what you think is the elevator. But as you approach it she yanks your arm saying "No! You aren't good enough to use that," and half drags you towards the stairs.

There are security gates blocking the entrance to the stairs. Mercy pulls out a security card and swipes it at one of the gates opening it. You prepare to follow her, but she slaps you. "Don't you dare tailgate me! You use that gate." She indicates a different looking one to the right. "We had that designed especially for you."

You approach the gate instead of a card reader it has a saddle like protrusion. You straddle it. It feels cold. There is an electrical werring sound and you feel a prickly sensation on your sensitive thighs and pussy. After a few seconds there is a painful electric shock that makes you yelp. Mercy laughs at this adding "well there are some advantages to your sudden amnesia."

The gate now open Mercy leads you down the stairs. The first floor down has a hallway of prison cells that you steal a quick glance of. The first has luxurious queen bed with hoops to tie someone (most likely you) down. A much rougher looking bed with sheer sheets takes up most of the space in the barred room next to it. The farthest cell you can see only has a blanket on the concrete floor and chains bolted to the walls. And the hall of cells continues beyond. This must be where you sleep; you wonder how bad they get.

The next level down is a dark sprawling room that seems to stretch out forever. A single light illuminates a small circle by the stairwell. Mercy puts your wrists in padded cuffs, and she walks over to a wall. Once there, you hear her press and hold a button. Your hands are slowly pulled above your head. She keeps holding the button and soon your modest heels don't give you enough height you worry you will be pulled off the ground. She eventually stops with your body stretched out your standing on your tiptoes, the heels of your feet not able to touch your shoes.

"Master John's hour is coming up," Mercy reminds you like it is something you should know. "I will discuss your naughtiness with him and we'll figure out a suitable punishment for you. You can hang out her until then." Great you have to suffer punishments and bad jokes.

You stand there in your circle of light uselessly looking around the dark dungeon. You do recall vague memories of being locked in a pillory with a fucking machine pistoning into you, another time bound facing a St. Andrew's cross and flogged. There is even a chair like frame that you had been bound to, hot wax dripping on your tits and cold water spraying your pussy.

You expected to get sore and exhausted as you hang barely touching the ground, but you don't, getting just a little uncomfortable instead. You guess that even though you may not remember your years as the fuck **** of an entire office building your body does, increasing your flexibility and endurance.

After what you think was an hour Mercy returned with John, the smugly handsome sales rep. His cocky smirk and his high quality suit make you feel even more naked as he examines you. the tall and beautiful Clarissa and tells you "we have decided on a punishment for you."

Master John steps closer to you. Pulled to your tip-toes, you aren't quite at eye level. You look up at his wolf eyes quivering. Without saying anything, he walks behind you. You feel his warm breath on your neck, and his strong hands gently glide up your sides. They cup your breasts and start plucking your nipples. You moan, realizing you were holding your breath.

He works quickly, making your nipples hard enough to cut glass. You close your eyes and wonder how this can be a punishment. He stops, making you whimper and two tiny mouths bite down on your erect nipples, making you whimper louder. You open your eyes and see a chain clamped to your nipples. In the middle of chain is a tear drop shaped weight. The metal lump is small but nonetheless heavy on your poor nipples.

"Does the plaything like the look of her jewellery?" asks Mercy. You nod; the sight and feel of this toy fills your pussy with warm anticipation. "Good," she chuckles and ties a blindfold over your eyes.

The winch releases you. You feel Mercy's soft hands as she uncuffs yours and recuffs them behind your back. A tug on your clamped tits orders you to walk. You meekly follow, heels clicking against the stone floor. Bound, naked, unable to see what's coming, you feel completely exposed to this devious place.