A small gym, with possibilities

Betty looked over her shoulder at John. “Not what you expected?” She asked with a smile.”

John pulled his gaze away from the gymnastic equipment that was set up in the small gym in front of him. The room was about a tenth the size of the one adjacent to it, and the theme was pale wood flooring, and floor to ceiling mirrors lining the walls.

John looked a bit sheepish. “I thought maybe this was the dungeon part of the dungeon. I guess I expected all sorts of sex stuff.” He admitted.

“Tell that to someone who hasn’t been bent and bound over a vaulting horse,” Betty replied, giving said object a fond pat as she walked past it.

John gave the fat sawhorse type object a speculative look as walked by, taking note that the height was adjustable and picturing Betty bent over it at just the right height. He then looked at the rest of the equipment in the small gym with new eyes, seeing them not as gymnastic equipment but as bondage devices. His cock twitched between his legs as he took in all the possibilities.

“This is Maki’s room. We all have a room of our own in the house, though for most of us it’s not so grandiose. Mine is just a private office. Nowhere near as big as Natalia’s. Malina’s is the clinic. Sam has a dressing room with dress making equipment and fabrication devices for making cosplay outfits. He even has a 3D printer.”

“Do I get a room?” John asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Betty asked. She gestured back at the wide open double doors. “That’s your personal man-cave/playroom. More than enough room for fun and games with your entire eventual harem if you want. Most of our rooms are connected to it. Even Natalia’s office has a small elevator that drops straight down behind the bar.”

John turned and looked back into the massive room they had just left. That was his? It was a bit embarrassing that with all the toys in that room, the first thing he thought of was that awesome universal remote Betty had used to run the hoist.

“Give me a hand with these,” Betty requested as she levered a large floor mat up.

John willingly grabbed a handhold and muscled the two inch thick mat up off the floor and then looked at Betty for instructions. So far following her advice and ‘requests’ had gotten him laid, a lot. So he had no objections to letting her call the shots in regards to mundane matters.

Under Betty's direction John dragged several of the large mats out into the playroom and laid them out on the floor where what Betty said was a St. Andrew’s cross had previously stood. But, while he had no objections to following her lead, he was curious. “So why are we doing this?” he asked.

“Two reasons. One, I’m not in the mood to have housekeeping looking at me with disappointment because we scuffed their precious wax job. Two, you’re going to be wanting the padding while you have a no-holds-barred, as well as no holes off limits wrestling match with M’Ress.

John’s ears pricked up at the mention of housekeeping. Were there more cute French-maids hanging around he had not seen? But that line of thought was quickly shunted aside at the mention of wrestling with the catgirl. “I thought we had to tie her down before I could fuck her,” John said, with more than a hint of bruised male ego in his tone. He had no objection to the idea of tying a girl down into a vulnerable position and having his way with her, but he really didn’t like the implications that it was the only way he could fuck said girl.

“M’Ress so badly wants her first time with you to be as close to her dreams that she and I came up with a workaround that should preserve your hide, and give her at least a taste of what she wants. I hope you’ll be able to keep it a secret from your mom and Natalia. I really don’t want either of them pissed at me because you ended up bruised and battered.”

John shot Betty a dirty look, which she didn’t see as she was busy straightening out the mats on the floor, her ass pointed straight at him. He reminded himself that he needed to preserve his stamina for the big match with M’Ress.

“Hhigm grady,” a garbled voice said.

“Looking good,” Betty said, giving M’Ress a thumbs up as she walked up from wherever she’d been. The reason for the cat girl's mangled speech was instantly clear. A metal jaw-spreader had been inserted into her muzzle and had been used to force her jaw as far open as possible. Even John’s girth would have no trouble slipping between the sides of it. Getting a good look at those razor sharp fangs behind the protective frame of the jaw spreader, not even John’s ego could feel wounded. The other bits of protective gear were a different matter.

M’Ress was wearing bright red boxing gloves on her hands, and not the real sort of manly boxing gloves, but the big puffy ones that girls used in foxy boxing matches. On her feet were a pair of mukluks, the sort with ankle to calf lacing. And all leather soles rather than hard synthetic. She clumped along awkwardly in them. As she did her tail was lashing behind her like a snake trying to escape, while her eyes stared at him with predatory intent.

“Now you’re just messing with me!” John snapped out angrily.

“And what are you going to do about it?” Betty asked in a taunting voice.