The Dungeon

Aalia follows you out of the bathroom and down the hall, no longer on hands and knees, though a lustful, vacant expression remains on her face. You’ve never seen her more submissive than this moment, so you decide it’s time to introduce her to the dungeon.

But first, a couple rules. You stop so you won’t make any mistakes. You’ve been thinking about this next rule for awhile, and know you must get the wording right to prevent unintended outcomes.

Aalia waits as you put pencil to paper, taking no notice of the notebook or your act of writing in it. You briefly wonder what she sees, curious how the book is hiding itself.

Doesn’t matter, you decide.

Organization: Aalia.

New Rule: If pain is caused with sexual intent, Aalia feels the pain first. After a short delay, this is followed by proportional sexual arousal. If the pain is sustained, there will be overlap between the two sensations.

There, you think. If she stubs her toe and breaks a bone, she shouldn’t collapse into a fit of uncontrollable orgasms.

One more rule for now.

New Rule: Aalia’s fear is accompanied by proportional sexual arousal.

Finished writing, you continue on. Already, you’re hard again, which reminds you of your plans for a different set of rules. But you’ll get to those later.

You enter the pantry and head down the secret entrance, into your dungeon. Behind you, Aalia pants like a dog. You look over your shoulder and see a mixture of shaking fear and shuddering arousal accompany her every trembling step.

The space is large and clean as an operating room. Aalia's eyes dart to every shadowy corner in wide-eyed fear. She seems unaware of her fingers massaging her clit, pressing firmly and digging deep.

In the center of the sterile room is a four-legged, rectangular stool. You guide Aalia to it. She bends at the waist, placing her abdomen on the padded surface. On the legs of the stool, leather straps await her wrists and ankles. You pull the leather tight and buckle her firmly in place.

You stare at the young girl, her eyes looking at nothing, focusing only on slowing her rapid breathing, unaware that a string of drool hangs from her chin. It seems the compounding result of your many rules is even greater than you anticipated. You consider rewriting some of them, but for now, decide against it. She's here for punishment, after all. And that gives you another thought.

New rule: Aalia is physically unable to cum without my permission.

To complete the bondage, you tighten a strap along her waist, preventing her from rising off the stool. She probably expects you to spank her, but you don't. She's bent over at such an angle that you have unobstructed access to her pussy.

Your hand comes down hard on her overstimulated vulva. A sharp, high-pitched squeal is followed by useless begging. "Please don't please don't ple..." her eyes roll into the back of her head and her hips hump the stool as the pain transforms into waves of pleasure.

When she comes down from the pain-induced pleasure, you slap her pussy again, and again, and again... By the time you're done, she's screaming, crying and humping.

Eventually, the fit subsides. Between gasps for air, "No more... I need to stop... I can't take it."

"I'm not going to stop," you say, keeping your tone matter-of-fact. "But maybe I can help another way. You want to cum, don’t you?"

Shame contorts her face, followed by hip-thrusting arousal. She looks **** and confused. Eventually, she nods her head.

"Then ask."

There’s a long moment of silence. You watch Aalia’s face contort in confusion and shame and defiance. Finally, a sort of exhausted resignation.

"P-please, can I cum?" she says.

"'Please,' what?" you say as you begin to rub her clit.

She pinches her eyes shut and fights back a moan. "Please, sir, I need to cum."

"Then cum."

The spasms hit her so hard and immediately you hear the stool creak and are afraid for a moment that it might break. She screams, deep and guttural and primal. Her hands turn to claws and her toes curl off the ground, leaving her suspended from the stool in a knot of cramping muscle. The orgasm lasts for several minutes. When it finally ends, she's panting and drooling.

You have an idea.