Bondage Dungeon

I feel myself being pulled along, I can't hear or see anything, as I'm **** to walk down the hallway. They make several turns and twists, before leading me down a flight of stairs, and then more hallways. They stop suddenly, and soon I'm **** onto my knees. The next thing I know, I felt my left leg being bound, connected to something on the floor. I can't move it, and soon my right leg is pulled away and to my right, forcing my legs to spread wide apart to keep my balance.

I moan then, my body reacting to my complete lack of control through pleasure, and find myself enjoying it. I quickly discovered I could move my legs from their spots, and soon felt my arms being untied for a moment, only for them to be pulled up, being spread wide above me, connected to binds in the ceiling. I feel them being pulled tight, stretching my back, bringing my body taut against them. I moan again, slow but deep, as I realize I'm helpless before them.

Suddenly, the mask comes off, and I see they brought me down into a bondage room, and I'm now their latest plaything. All kinds of sexual toys hung on the walls, while different tools for use on a bondage **** were spread out around me, with plenty of room to walk around and play with the captive **** in question. I sigh, realizing I was now that ****.

I saw the pair back up then, as a new figure appeared. She seemed dressed for the role, casually walking forward, taking elongated strides up to me. She stopped before me, put her hand on my chin, and casually lifted my head so I could look at her in the face. I found my mind easily submitting to her, gasping as I looked up and into her eyes. She smiled back down at me, a naughty look on her face, smiling slightly at the sight of my nakedness, bound and helpless form before her.

"I've been told you want to be our band's new harlot... Our little Slut, or shall we say... fucktoy? Is it true you want to be our sexual ****, whore?" She spoke seductively, her words casual, and yet harsh and domineering. I felt her left foot, a healed foot being pressed on my shoulder, casually adding **** the whole time down upon me, showing her dominance over me. I found, even as she spoke, how my mind vaguely remindering the choice I had made before, and how much all this is making me aroused...

She looked at me, waiting for a reply. I chose to speak up a moment later, remembering what I had been told before, and after a gasp, I responded, "Yes, Mistress... I want to serve their needs, mistress... Please, let them have their way with me, mistress."

I watch as an intrigued, though dirty smile forms on her face. She brought her foot back down, starting to slowly walk around me, passing by my right side slowly, carrying a whip in her hand. "I see, though I remain unconvinced of your sincerity. Perhaps if you're willing to let me play with you myself, we may see if you are truly willing to let them pound you senseless, if not pregnant. Are you still so willing to serve us then, I wonder? We will soon see, slut, we will soon see . ."

As she spoke, I felt the whip slap against my back, softly but enough of a surprise that I jumped in place, my body aroused by its touch; I felt her grab the hairs on the back of my head, pulling my head back suddenly. I moaned, wondering what she had in mind as I gasped out, "Yes, Mistress... I'm yours, Mistress uUUGUHH."