Kenzie builds a dungeon

Kenzie stared at the book, then looked at his fiancée. She averted her eyes, but not before she caught a very guilty expression on her face. Then she looked at Alyssa. Rather than guilt, she was beaming with pride at her actions. Of course she was. Kenzie groaned and looked down at the rulebook in her hands, she flipped through, reading all the news rules.

She shook her head, this was a disaster. More women throwing themselves at her? That might sound like a good thing but she had her hands full with two, how they hell would she manage 6? And of course if she just abandoned them then...well...they all saw how it worked out for Mira.

Kenzie looked up at Sierra, "Sierra...and Mira too I suppose, may I have permission to add a rule? I want to add a basement to the building."

Sierra grinned, "A basement? What do you plan to put down there?"

"A place to punish these troublemakers." Kenzie said quickly.

"Oooh. Yes. No limits, go wild, I agree." Sierra said.

"Me too." Mira said.

"Good." Kenzie opened the rulebook again and added a rule to their dorm.

Duncan Hall

Old Rule: There is a basement in Duncan Hall. The door to the basement is biometrically locked so only the SRO or the Breast Inspector may unlock it. Inside the basement is a dungeon will multiple cells and a storage room filled with BDSM equipment.

She put the pencil down and closed her eyes as reality shifted to accommodate the rule. Then she tossed the rulebook to Sierra to let her read it. Sierra did and laughed, "Wow...kinky!"

Kenzie said nothing to her, she looked at the 6 women willing to pledge themselves to her one by one, "Follow me."

Kenzie turned, no doubt in her mind that they would follow her. She went down and found the locked door to the basement. There was a thumbprint scanner and she pushed her thumb to it, resulting in a satisfying click. She opened the door and went down the stairs to find a large open space with a number of small cells along one side. Some had iron bars but the ones at the end were totally encased in concrete except for the thick steel doors. On the other side was a single door, presumably to the storage room, and then there was plenty of open space in the middle.

Kenzie pointed to the first cell, "Holly, get inside."

There was no rule that forced her to obey, but she hadn't voluntarily tattoo herself because she planned on being disobedient. Besides, Kenzie was Japanese and so her words felt like honey to Holly. She rushed towards Kenzie and Kenzie suddenly reached out to grope her. Holly moaned loudly.

"Fuck, that rule." Kenzie had no choice but to grope her for a moment, before letting go and pushing her into the cell.

Kenzie shut and locked the cell. Then she walked over to the next one and thought for a moment. She left the others where they were and entered the storage room, coming out with a pair of bondage mitts. She put them on Melissa, after quickly groping her, who didn't protest at all, and then guided her into the second cell, locking it as well.

Holly looked at her next door neighbour and gasped, "The mitts...she can't grope me through the bars."

"That's right," Kenzie said, "Let's see if you really want to be mine when you see how far I can go."

Alyssa snorted, "Ha, sorry. It's just cute. You are way too soft to say that."

"You want to be next then?" Kenzie asked. Another trip to the storage room. She returned this time carrying a box full of metal parts. She ordered Alyssa to come closer and then started to apply them. First, she was close enough to grope her. Then, a chastity belt, "No more orgasms for you," Kenzie warned. This version was steel, cold and unyielding. Next she put on a bra, also steel. The inside was lined with tiny little protrusions. They weren't sharp enough to cut Alyssa's breasts or do any real harm, but it was definitely uncomfortable to wear. Then Kenzie cuffed Alyssa's hands behind her, and locked the cuffs to the belt.

"And finally..." Kenzie produced a hood made entirely of latex. She tied Alyssa's hair in a ponytail and then slowly worked the hood down over her head. There was a hole for her mouth and two little dots for her nostrils, but those were the only openings. She couldn't see, and thanks to extra padding at the ears, could barely hear. "Come with me." Kenzie led Alyssa shakily to the next cell, helped her lie on the thin cot, then stepped out and locked the door.

Kenzie waited for Alyssa to complain, but a grin slowly spread across her face instead, "Kenzie...this is so hot..."

Fuck, Kenzie thought, maybe I am too soft.

"Claire you're next. No extra punishment for you, you'll just have to suffer without cum on your tits for a while."

Claire nodded, "Um, okay." She got in on her own and Kenzie locked her in.

Kenzie led Christina to one of the concrete cells, "As an exhibitionist I thought you should have some privacy. Get in."

Christina gulped, "Kenzie...before you lock me in..."

"Yes?" Kenzie asked.

"You seem really stressed. You should order me to eat out you, it'll make you feel better."

Kenzie blinked, "..." She shook her head, "In."

She locked Christina in and turned to Asha, "You know Asha...I had a really nice date. It's too bad you had ulterior motives."

"I know, I'm sorry. I had a nice date too."

"The last one is for you," Kenzie said, "I'm not going to lock it though. Here are the keys to the cells. I'm going to sleep alone tonight. You look after these sluts."

Asha nodded, "Yes, I will. And I'm sorry."

"But you'd do it again, wouldn't you?" Kenzie asked.

Asha nodded, "I would..."

"Well...we both know I'm not going to send these girls off like we did to Mira...guess I'd better start thinking about if I want more wives or more slaves...fuck. And I have to start doing yoga? What the hell."

"It'll be good for you." Asha said.

Kenzie raised an eyebrow, "Uh huh. I guess I don't have to start until I switch back to Ken. Ugh, I can't wait. I want to wear a shirt." Kenzie looked at Asha, "Speaking off...now that our date is over I don't see why you should wear one when I can't. Take it off and pass it to me."

Asha nodded and obeyed, stripping off her shirt and handing it to Kenzie.

"Well...um.." Kenzie suddenly felt very awkward. She'd just taken 6 women to her basement dungeon and locked them up. That wasn't a normal thing to do.

Asha smiled at her and held up the keys, "It's ok. As your future wife it's my job to look after these sluts. Go rest and we can talk about options later."

Kenzie gulped, then nodded, "R-right. Thanks." She turned and hurried upstairs.

After Kenzie and his sluts had left, Donna turned to Shannon, "You know Shan-"

"Don't call me Shan."

"Sure, Shan. Anyway, I'm curious. If I tell you do to something, will you obey because I'm the student body inspector, or because you're freeuse?"

"Shut up. Do not order me around tiny tits!" Shannon said with a glare.

"Tiny tits?" Donna looked down at her chest, "I'll have you no I'm just about the only normal one here. Outside this dorm I'm rather busty."

"And I'm going, unless you'd like to be my slave?" Shannon said with a teasing smile.

"No. To both," Donna grinned. She leaned back and spread her legs, "Time for an inspection, let's see how good your oral skills are. Eat me out."

"Fuck." Shannon knew it was a rule, she had to obey. She got down on her knees and crawled over to Donna. She wasn't particularly upset by the idea of having sex with Donna, but being forced to? She wanted to be the one in charge and that galled her.

Donna moaned as Shannon's tongue found her clit, then nearly jumped as someone put a hand on her shoulder. She looked up and stared into Sierra's eyes. It was still strange, male Sierra, but she was starting to get used to it.

"The keys to your cuffs," Sierra said, holding them up, "I got them from Alyssa earlier. I'll put them on your bedside table."

"Um...oh...oh...thanks..." Donna didn't really need to know this now, but Sierra knew that and was just trying to tease her friend. She heard Sierra and Mira leave and grabbed Shannon's hair, pushing her tight against her crotch. Donna grinned, it was good to have power.

Mira waited patiently. She was kneeling on the floor, naked of course, staring down at the floor. She thought she'd have to wait all night, but Sierra had been right and the door opened well before her knees started to get sore.

"Mira?" Kenzie sounded shocked.

Mira looked up, but kept her gaze low enough to avoid eye contact. She just wanted to verify Sierra's predication was right, and once again it was, "Mistress thought you might come back upstairs alone. She sent me here to keep you company."

"Company?" Kenzie balked, "I don't need company."

"Not just company," Mira continued, "Um...reparations. For our part in this. She wishes you to use me, to vent your anger. She said you probably didn't do anything to those girls downstairs, just locked them up."

"Well I..." Kenzie gulped, "So I'm not a sadist, so what?"

"There is a wide gulf between sadist and saint," Mira said. She looked up, this time making eye contact, "Kenzie we've been friends for a while now. This rulebook has let me unleash a part of myself I've kept hidden, despite my status as a slave, I'm more free than I've ever been. Sierra hasn't had the same revelation as me, but she's enjoying new experiences and learning how to be a better dom. And you-"

"What? I've done lots. I've got a fiancée and a slave...and four more downstairs..." Kenzie sounded ready for an argument, not Mira's intention at all.

She shook her head, "No. You've done lots too. But you're holding back."

"I'm not holding back." Again, defensive.

Mira stood and crossed the distance to them. As she got close enough Kenzie's hand shot up and grabbed her breast. Kenzie looked shocked, as if she'd forgotten the new rule, then tried to pull back. Mira grabbed Kenzie's hand and brought it back to her own breast, held it there, "With the rulebook you could be a God. We all could be. Instead we're playing silly game, having lots of sex, and exploring. I'm not saying that's bad, we wouldn't be friends if we were power hungry like that, we would've devoured each other fighting over the rules. Still though...you aren't just an ordinary person anymore. You don't have to play by the rules. You don't have to play it safe."

Mira took Kenzie's hand off her breast and raised it up, using both hands to place Kenzie's hand around her throat, "Do anything you want to me. I want it. I want whatever you can do. Hit me. Fuck me. Rough me up. Or don't. Kiss me. Hold me. Make love to me. You are too soft to abandon those girls, so be strong enough to take them. To take me."

"Take you away from Sierra?" Kenzie asked softly.

Mira hesitated, then shook her head, "No. And Yes," Mira rubbed the tattoo above her pussy, "I want the three of us to stay together."

Kenzie pulled her hand away from Mira's throat, "I don't want to hit you. Or rough you up." Her hand wrapped around the back of Mira's hair, her fingers curling into her hair. Mira felt Kenzie pulling her closer until their lips were nearly touching, "But you're right...I can do whatever I want to you."

Their lips met and Mira felt her knees getting weak. Kenzie pushed her back, and back, until they fell onto the bed. Mira knew instantly that neither of them would be getting much sleep that night.

Sierra groaned. Everyone else was having fun except her, she was sure of it. She looked around the room. How did it end up like this? She was targeting Ken, not herself!

"Alright gentlemen, are we ready to start our practice?" The woman at the front of the room said.

Sierra looked around the room at all the guys assembled. Thanks to rules about male grooming they were all looking fairly attractive. She might have a male body right now, but she still had a woman's sensibilities and at least this class provided some eye candy. It could be better though...

She sighed, if only she could use her SRO powers on the men too, "Excuse me!" She said, raising her hand, "You do know your in violation of Rule 17c-1, right? I'm afraid you're going to have to teach this class nude."

"I...what?" The woman said, "I've never heard of that rule."

Sierra shrugged, "Sorry, I don't make the rules, just enforce them. I have the authority of the SRO." The rule changing Sierra's body had only changed her physical appearance, she was still the SRO, but she couldn't exactly explain that properly now.

Luckily for Sierra, she didn't need to cohesive argument. The woman looked upset, but she started to strip anyway. There were murmurs of excitement form the men, but to Sierra's surprise there were no catcalls or other offensive comments. Perhaps they knew they'd have to keep coming back to class and didn't want to get on her bad side.

The instructor took a deep breath, then sat down. Sierra delighted in her embarrassment, but it was clear she was determined to be as professional as she could. She stared at her class, "A-aright. Let's begin."