TheDungeon by Velvet Page A

silver spiked dog
collar with a leash attached and strapped it tightly around his thick neck.
    “I like the way you move, you resemble a panther on the
prowl. I even like you better with this collar around your neck. You’re like a
wild animal that needs training. And the first thing I’m going to teach you is
how to lick my boots.” She tugged at the leash, pulling it tighter.
    The snug feel of the collar around his neck almost choking
him felt sensuous, and at this moment he was willing to do anything she asked.
    She held up her right foot, positioning the sole of the boot
directly in his face. Magnus licked the bottom, tasting a combination of grimy
dirt and leather. The more he licked the more aroused he became.
    “That’s right, lick it, you slug,” she said in a deep,
commanding tone.
    Magnus was so lost in pleasing her that he didn’t really pay
any attention to her voice. He held the right boot up, slipping the tip into
his mouth. After he finished sucking the tip, he went to work on the heel,
lightly biting the spike with his front teeth. He glanced up at her, and she
was watching him intently through her dark shades. He abandoned the right boot
and turned his attention to the left one. This time he slowly moved his hand up
her leg, finger by finger, inching past her knee, up to her thigh. He massaged
her inner thigh while kissing the shiny patent leather boot at the same time.
    “Mmm,” she moaned.
    He moved his hand slowly up her leg and didn’t stop until he
was inches from her crotch. Magnus hesitated a moment. She didn’t protest so he
worked his fingers toward her crotch. He rubbed her latex-covered pussy, and
the slick feel of the fabric was turning him on. Magnus trailed his tongue from
her boot, up her leg, to the inside of her thigh. He replaced his fingers with
his mouth, sucking her, teasing her pussy with his tongue.
    “Stop! That’s enough!”
    Magnus stopped mid-lick, removed his hand from her thigh and
waited for her next command.
    She stood up, raised the whip in the air and lashed him
across the chest. “Did I tell you to touch my leg or suck my clit?”
    He didn’t say a word.
    “Oh, so you’re not going to respond?” She lashed him again,
this time harder than before.
    Magnus didn’t flinch. The multi-strips of the
cat-o’-nine-tails felt good to his skin. The sting of the leather was arousing.
He could feel his manhood rising as she lashed him.
     
    She kicked him with the heel of her boot. He fell onto his
back. She glanced around the room and spotted a rope suspended from the ceiling
with a spreader bar attached to it, went over and examined the device. It
seemed simple enough to use. The spreader bar had leather cuffs that attached
to the ankles. There were cuffs that fastened to the wrists. The wrist cuffs
fastened to a rope that suspended from a hook on the ceiling. From what she
could discern, the device would immobilize him. She ran her hand across the
wooden medieval-looking torture device then snapped, “Get over here.”
    He slowly crawled to where she stood.
    She removed the dog collar and leash. “Stand up.” She
strapped the leather cuffs around his ankles and wrists, rendering him totally
helpless. His hands were secured behind his back, his legs were spread apart
with the straight bar, causing him to bend forward with his head down toward
the floor. His muscular body conformed to the awkward position with ease. He
arched his back, displaying a set of ripped muscles. Kendall looked at his
manhood and saw that it was firm, hard and protruding through his tight leather
pants.
    Now that he was hooked up to the apparatus, she went to work
with her whip, lashing him across the ass.
     
    Magnus bit his bottom lip, waiting for the sensors in his
body to convert the pain into pleasure. Once that happened, he leaned into the
whip, relishing in each delicious tormented lash. He didn’t know this woman, but
whoever she was, she was giving him the lashing of his life,