The Lair

[dr_mabeuse]

Cain Bishop

Janet was trying to say something, but with the ball gag in her mouth, it was all gibberish anyway. But clearly the girl was scared; this was way over her head. The sub-basment dungeons were only for the hard-core pain-lovers, and whatever else she might be, she clearly wasn't that.

He hung up the whip and unchained her. "Why don't we just forget it." he says. He unbolts the door and steps out.

"But wait!" she cries after him. "What happened? What did I do?"

He stops and turns back. "If you don't even know," he says, "there's no point in my even trying to tell you. Let's just say that we're not exactly made for each other, okay? Let's just leave it at that."

He turns and walks out into the dark corridor.

 

[English Lady]

I sunk to my knees on the floor and sobbed.

I didn't know what i'd done. I was new at this. so new. but i'd felt a connection, something clicked within me and i felt RIGHT.

I wish i knew what i could do...

I crawled out of the door and shouted after the retreating figure of Cain..

"I'm so sorry sir.....so sorry..."


"Please, I'll do anything.....Anything..just please come back!"

I held my breath and waited...

 

[beesslaveboy]

steve

My head began to spin and my mouth felt parched, like a day on a hot sunny beach, as my heart pounded in my chest, her words slicing through the air and falling on my ears like loud thunder claps, then traveling through to my brain like a lighting flash hitting the water of a lake and electrocuting everything that lay in its wake. The words kept repeating over and over in my head…"When we get to the Lair, luv, I am going to put you on display."

Looking up I saw the cab driver gazing at me through her rear view mirror as she slowed the cab down and practically crashed into another car as she tried to lean back to capture the events unraveling in the back seat. Her arousal was becoming quite obvious as her scent began to mix in the air with the smell of latex and perfume, slave lust and leather.

“I’m a slut Mistress and I crave being put on display for your enjoyment and that of all those that surround you”, the words barely audible as I could hardly breathe from the effect this was having on me.

“Louder boy”, I heard you demand as you slapped my face hard.

With tears running down my face I looked up to see the cab driver looking at me directly through her rear view mirror, an evil grin on her face. “Yes louder boy”, she echoed Mistresses words, “ I can’t hear a word your saying”, as she pulled the cab to a stop near a busy intersection and rolled down the windows all the way. “Louder boy, or I will kick you out of my cab right here and now”.

Realizing that I was beaten I took a deep breath and practically wailed, “I’m a slut Mistress and I crave being put on display for your enjoyment and that of all those that surround you”. Mistress leaned over and whispered into my ear “Keep repeating the words boy until I tell you to stop” as she tugged on my nipple rings making me wince from the pain.

The words shot out through the open cab windows on to the street as the pedestrians stopped in their tracks, looked into the cab and began to laugh as they witnessed my predicament as I kept repeating my mantra, “I’m a slut Mistress and I crave being put on display for your enjoyment and that of all those that surround you”, over and over again as Mistress, the cab driver and the pedestrians roared with laughter. As the cab pulled away from the busy intersection I heard a young woman in the intersection exclaim to her girlfriend.

“He’s so adorable”. “Where can I find one like that?”

“The Lair”, the cab driver yelled out the window of her cab as Mistress pulled on my nipple rings and laughed evilly.

 

[Honey_B]

Melisande

To which we had finally arrived. The Lair stood out like an elegant black suit amongst frilly frock coats, its somber facade standing stark against the other clubs on the street. From betwixt my full breasts, I plucked a fifty. I handed the money over to the driver.

"Keep the change, luv. And should you ever like to visit The Lair on one of your off nights, just mention my name. I am known as Mistress Melisande."

I smiled at the reflection in the mirror and waited for my slave to get out and open my door. When he did, I stepped out onto the sidewalk. The streetlamps shown brightly in the tears glistening on Steve's cheeks. With one hand, I took up his leash. With the other, I pulled his head back, my fingers tangling in his hair.

"Such sweet sorrow, my love."

Darting a pointed tongue out over his cheeks, I lapped up the tears, savoring the salty taste. I did not spend overlong on the task, not with this night awaiting us both.

"Come! Let us go in."

I jerked hard on the lead, snapping my pet back to reality, if reality is what one could call The Lair. We stepped inside, Steve trailing after me. Scanning the darkened room, I was pleased to see that the place was filling up. I do love to make an entrance and so we did. My table was unoccupied, of course. It was set up at a higher level than the others and commanded a view of the entire room. All eyes watched as we made our way across the floor. One of the employees, a delicious little redhead hurried forward, and placed a satin cushion before the couch. I stroked her cheek before settling on the settee. Leaning back against the red velvet, I waited for my slave to take his place.

 

[beesslaveboy]

steve

Here I was finally assuming my position at Mistresses feet, in the position which I was destined to remain until such time as she commanded differently. I dropped quickly to my knees, my heart pounding in my chest as my eyes tried to focus on my surroundings. Her feet were once again right up close to my head and I could smell the faint scent of her perfume and the latex as I slowly rubbed my head up against her legs. I realized I was now incapable of logical thought as my entire being inhaled her intensity and her power penetrated me like osmosis, devouring every fiber of my slave soul.

I noticed the pretty redhead walking away as I settled into my lowly position wondering, almost dreading what the evening had in store for me, or more correctly what Mistress had in store for me. What evil thoughts was she conjuring up in her head, I thought to myself as my submission began to overwhelm me again and I felt my belly tighten and my whole body tremble from the cold. How crazy this was I thought, here I was cold , when the temperature in The Lair had to be close to 85.

Glancing up I noticed that Mistress had begun to scan the room below, her eyes feasting on the patrons, like a hawk about to pounce on its prey. Oh my I thought to myself as I saw that evil grin on her face. The face I adored, painted on the body of the woman I feared.

 

[Honey_B]

Melisande

We had attracted the attention of the proprietor, on of my oldest and dearest friends. The owner of The Lair was very much like the place itself, projecting the same sinister elegance. He smiled and raised his glass of mineral water in salute. His exotic sensuality made most women melt. He had long ago learned that I wasn't most women and I think it amused him that I had proved immune. I did need to speak to him though, and as he was not currently occupied, I seized the opportunity.

"Stay here, my pet."

I stroked his golden tresses before I rose.

"I shall return shortly."

Crossing the room, I could all but feel Steve's gaze on my back. Naughty boy, he should have his eyes lowered. I would relish extracting the confession from him later on. We both loved interrogation scenes.

"Engarde, mon ami."

It was the way I began every conversation with my old friend. Appropriate since speaking with him was very much like fencing, a verbal duel that both amused and frustrated me.