The Dungeon

“I guess I did promise to show you the dungeon,” you say, clasping your hands behind your back and assuming an innocent pose.

“Show me,” Roxy says. There’s no tough girl act now. She’s an elemental of pure lust right now, totally focused on you.

“OK,” you reply, turning around and starting toward the door. You pause and look back over your shoulder at her as she starts to follow. “Oh. But you can’t go like that.”

“What?” She looks puzzled.

“This is CCL House,” you say. “We walk around naked. Remember?”

Roxy stares at you, eyes narrowed. She cocks her head, as though unsure if you’re kidding.

“But…” she begins.

Your back is to her. You just tug your towel open and let it fall. Her eyes grow huge as she sees your body bare from behind, still damp from the bath.

She’s convinced. She swallows and licks her lips. “OK,” she says, and you don’t let yourself laugh as she hurriedly strips down, belt clinking. In seconds she’s pushing down her boxer shorts to be totally exposed in front of you. She’s a little bony, but strong too. Her pussy is thick and puffy, and her pubes are trimmed short. She has dark, small nipples on a full, B-cup chest. Her body is about what you expected, but it’s her raw desire that’s turning you on right now. She is an animal, but you have her on an invisible leash. You feel her eyes on your bare behind as you lead her out into the hallway.

You walk briskly to minimize the chances of running into anyone, and luckily you don’t. That’s only possible because so few of you are in the house right now. It’s a bit chilly to be walking around nude, but you’ll be getting warmed up soon enough.

The basement is huge, filled with wine racks and junk that other girls have left behind. Nobody likes it down here, which is why this room is used as the dungeon. Some of the girls who are into this kinky bondage stuff come down here to play, but it’s mostly for scaring pledges and doing initiations. You don’t mind a little light bondage in your life, but you prefer a necktie or something to ropes, straps, and metal manacles.

“Holy shit,” Roxy says as she follows you in. The wooden horse bench, the tables, the chains, all the toys on the walls. There are even some outfits down here, but nobody ever uses them because you don’t know where they came from. “I can’t believe it’s real.”

That makes you wonder what kind of rumors are going around…

You turn around and lean against the wooden horse, folding your arms. Roxy stares at your body, her eyes lingering between your legs. You don’t hide anything.

“I’ll show you how it works,” you say. “You just have to do as you’re told.”

“OK,” she says. She’ll agree to anything.

You want her as much as she wants you, but she still needs to learn to take no for an answer, and not to break into places.

You can…

Chain her to the wall (Edge play)

Or

Bend her over the bench (Whip/Spank)