Hell Itself

At the bottom of the stairs I find myself at a dead end with sturdy steel doors. There was no doubt however which one I was supposed to go through. The door directly in front of me was a deep, crimson red. What at first looked like a solid color slowly reveals itself as swirling patterns of red on red on red on red, all different shades and tones, that could make you go insane if you stared at it long enough. The door frame was black and red flames against the cold gray wall. Hell itself would have been proud to have such an entrance. I turn the heavy brass knob and push the door to find it weighty yet it swung effortlessly on its hinges.

On the other side of the door is another very short hall, sort of a transition area. The walls close in narrower on either side, the roof suddenly lower, as if the building itself was closing in around me. I blink as my eyes adjust to the dimmer light, the sounds of my breathing and footfalls are suddenly swallowed by enveloping silence. The walls were a deep red and the door ahead of me was a black so deep it was like staring into the void of space. As I reach out to open the door for a moment I thought my hand might pass right through it, but I find solid wood and push the door open.

Having passed through the portal from my reality to this one I enter another world entirely!

The space opens up again as I step into a darkness that smelled of leather and oil and the faint spice of incense. Like a shaft of heavenly light piercing down into hell there is only a single light on, focused in a spotlighted circle in the center of the room onto a checkered floor of alternating red and black squares of dense, short carpet. Though I could see very little I could sense that this was a large room. I could just make out faint shapes of furniture in the gloom, surrounding the shaft of light like ghostly figures. As the door latches closed behind me with a metallic click the room goes eerily still, as if completely sealed away from outside contamination, though the air was fresh. It was warm in here, comfortably so. I stand a moment in the darkness before I notice one of the specters begin to move!

Materializing out of the darkness into the shaft of light steps Rebecca…in all her dominant glory!

With any other woman my eyes would have locked onto the sexy bits but, naturally, my gaze instead darts down to the pointed toe of her black, stiletto heeled, thigh high leather boots. My eyes follow the long criss-crossing ribbon of laces up and up and up her long, shapely legs until they reach the fingerless gloves of a matching style that went up and up and up her lean yet subtly muscled arms. Her long, straight, dark hair, always usually worn tight, had been let loose to hang down like a curtain over her well defined shoulders. Her long neck was bare, notably so as if to signal that no collar could ever touch that flesh, but a wide black band went around the back of her neck to connect with a corset that was snug around her body, accentuating her lithe hourglass shape, from just under her tits to her pelvis. As with her boots and gloves the laces down the center are blood red against the black of the leather. Her eyes, so disturbingly similar in shape and shade as Heather’s, glinted with an inner fire even as the sharp features of her face remained ice cold. Her breasts, smaller than her sister’s yet still full and plump and with that same beautiful milf sag, were fully exposed. Her prominent tawny brown nipples, the areola slightly oval shaped, pointed straight at me as if her breasts were looking me over. And at her crotch…nothing but bare cock and balls. She wasn’t yet hard but I could see at a glance that Rebecca was LONG. Not as long as our Matriarch, of course, but longer than the others. Among my ladies who were not my Queen I now know Rebecca was the longest, Julie the thickest, Lily the hardest, Bri the cutest and Mia the most perfect all-rounder with that lovely curve. Her balls were huge and low hanging and her dark pubes trimmed short.

She strides to the center of the light, hard shadows stretching down past her curves and contours, and stands proudly to fill the room with her aura. Hands on her hips, breasts high, her massive cock a presence unto itself, she stands dominating, owning, filling her entire subterranean domain. Dear God! It took all I had not to throw myself at her feet before we’d even begun. Rebecca…no, Domina…pauses precisely the right amount of time to let me fully gaze in awe at her larger than life presence before speaking.

“Remove your clothes.” She says, her voice cold steel. As if by magic another smaller and dimmer pot light comes on above me to spotlight the area I was standing. How had she done that!? I could now see that there was a low bench to my right. “Remove your clothes, fold them, and leave them there. Then await my command.”

“Uh…yes, Domina.”

“Excuse me!?”

“Yes, Domina!” I say more forcefully then immediately get to the business of getting out of my clothes.

My heart was racing, my breath rapid, as a wild new thrill fills my soul. Deep down I knew I was safe and yet the crackling edge of danger danced over my skin. Dangerous, but safe…the perfect combination for a hard Domme! In this place I would not get warm snuggles and titty suckling, but I knew those were waiting for me at home. Here I would experience new things. New and exciting. Without needing to be I fold my shirt into a neat, perfect square before laying it on the bench. I could sense Domina’s eyes watching me and judging me even with just changing. Socks and pants are also folded neatly I set in a line along the bench. I hesitate, though only for a moment, before pulling off my underwear as well to fold it and lay it with the rest. I return to the center of my smaller circle and stand ready.

As Domina’s dark eyes slowly pan over my flesh I had never felt more naked in my life. In her eyes was not the adoration of a smitten woman but the cold, dispassionate gaze of somebody inspecting equipment before they used it. One minute becomes two and then three as she leaves me there sweating as her eyes assess and catalog my every detail. Over those tense minutes my dick goes up…and up…and up until before I knew it I was rock hard without even a touch. She notes this too with all the passion of a scientist recording just another piece of data, a rather banal piece of data at that. But behind the clinical cold…I saw that fire still burning in her brown eyes. I saw the danger that made my little heart tremble.

At long last she speaks, her strong voice somehow slicing through the noise swallowing atmosphere like a scalpel. “You are in my world now. Carry no baggage with you in here and take no pain out with you when you leave. Every taunt, every lash, every bite I give you belongs only here. You stand inside a fantasy. Embrace it as such.”

“Yes, Domina.”

“You have your safewords. Use them to map your boundaries as we go. Green, yellow, red.” She says. “If you feel yourself losing control, tell me. Without trust…none of this is possible.”

“Yes, Domina.”

“Very good.” She points to a spot in front of her and commands. “Approach!”