by John Rivers
Pleasure Dungeon: Whipped into Submission
*This book is strictly for adults*
Chapter One
I had slept later than I intended. I had someone coming over in a few hours. A lady named Savannah had called last night. She had been a client of Burt’s for some time now. She hadn’t heard about Burt’s passing and asked me if there would be someone to offer the same type sessions. I hesitate a moment before telling her that for the present I did, indeed, intend to take care of Burt’s clientele rather than to simply leave them hanging. She sounded delighted and laughed to say she certainly hoped I didn’t leave her hanging. I told her I could see her tomorrow at twelve.
By the time I was fully awake and dressed it was close to nine. I made some coffee and toast. After I had eaten I remember I had left a couple of boxes in the trunk of my car. There wasn’t ever going to ever be a better time than now to bring them in.
Putting on a pair of slippers, I found my keys and headed out the door. The boxes were heavy and I saw I would have to make a couple of trips. I brought in one box and set it just inside the door. I went back to the car and was about to set the last box on the ground and close the trunk when, behind me, in a very pleasant feminine voice I heard, “Good morning,”
Turning about, I saw one of the best-looking blond-haired women I’d ever seen and I had lived in L. A., the home of the beautiful. She was carrying a dish covered in aluminum foil. “A welcome to the neighborhood” dish unless I missed my guess.
“Welcome to the neighborhood,” she said with alacrity, flashing a million-dollar smile across two sumptuous lips.
“Thank you,” I straighten up to say, leaving the box setting on the driveway.
“Oh, no, don’t let me stop you from what you were doing. You bring your box and I’ll bring this.” I thought I saw sunlight flit across her snow-white teeth.
“That sounds like a winner,” I chuckled to say.
With that I gather my box and headed back into the house with her in my wake.
Once we were inside, I set the box on the floor and glanced to see her close the door behind us.
“My name is Dee. I want to welcome you to the neighborhood and I’d also like to talk to you for a minute, if I can.”
Already she was heading to the kitchen with the covered dish. Once she set it down, I indicated for her to have a seat on a stool at the breakfast bar. She did and I took the one at the far end.
“I know you’re going to think I’m crazy, but I have to talk fast. First, I’m sorry, but there’s nothing in the dish. I saw you outside and I grabbed a plate and covered it so if the neighbors, more so the old lady next door to me, saw they would think I was welcoming you to the neighborhood, which in fact I am.”
I tilted my head and looked at her in puzzlement. She continued. “I know about Mr. Walker’s passing. Was he a relative?”
“Yes, he was my uncle.”
“I’m so sorry. See, I always wanted to come over here and see your uncle, but I could never find an excuse that would suffice if the neighbors saw me. When you moved in, I knew I had only one time I could visit without raising suspicion. Do you intend to continue doing what your uncle did?”
“I hope to,” I said, not committing to anything.
“Ok. I’m sorry I have to get right to the point, but I know your uncle gave spanking. I have never had a spanking since I was little, but I’ve wanted one for a long time. I hate to ask this so quickly, but I don’t have a lot of time before my husband returns: is it possible for you to give me a spanking?”
Since I was trying to wrap my head around what she was saying, I might have hesitated.
She went on. “My husband is playing golf this morning and right now would be the only chance I’d have.”
I was trying to figure why such a beautiful woman would have any problem getting someone to do whatever she desired. If she knew about the dungeon, she’d know that a session would take more time than she had to spare. What she wanted was a quickie.
“How about this,” she went on to say, “If I have to be the one to say so myself, I have a fantastic bottom. Let me show you my bottom and if you don’t want to spank it, I’ll go home.” She stood and placed her thumbs in the waist of her shorts, waiting for my answer.
I glanced back to the living room to make sure the door was close. “Ok.”
Moving to the middle of the kitchen, she turned her back to me. She slipped her shorts and panties down below her knees and bent over to touch the floor. By now, I was also standing and observing two milky-white and perfectly formed buttocks. I couldn’t have seen anything nicer in Playboy. They were certainly worthy of being spanked. After admiring them for a few seconds, I dropped to one knee and begun kneading the fleshy orbs, one in each hand. Dee moaned, arching her back and bending her knees so as to make her pussy more prominent.
After kneading for a few moments, I separated the mounds and lightly rubbed her puckered anus. Again, she moaned in pleasure. Regaining my feet, I moved alongside her and rested my left hand on the small of her back. I gave her bottom a sound slap. “Is that too hard?”
“That was just right. Please keep doing it.”
I slapped her bottom several more times before again moving behind her and dropping to one knee. Placing my hands on the inside of her thighs, I nudged her legs apart. Once she was spread to my satisfaction and her vagina was directly below her bottom and presented to me like a gift from the gods, using both hands, I separated the folds of her labia to note the accumulation of moisture. Remaining in that position, I slapped her bottom with my right hand and rubbed her clit with my left. She was moaning constantly at this point. After a few more slaps, I stood. Both of us were now in heat. Dropping my trousers, I penetrated her with a ferociousness I didn’t realize I had.
After my sated neighbor, Dee, departed with her empty plate and a smile on her face, I had about an hour before Savanna would be here. I decided to take a shower and put on better clothes. At 11: 59 my doorbell rang.
Savanna was a little older than Dee. She might have been forty. She had dark brown hair. She might have had five extra pounds on her otherwise nicely developed frame. She was nice looking, but not beautiful. She had the serious look of what I thought of as a lady lawyer. That concept might have come when she extended her hand to shake. Of course, this was our first meeting.
Last night before turning in I had went back down to the dungeon. I was hoping to find some pictures of Savanna in Burt’s album. I wanted to see what all she might be into and how Burt had handled her sessions. I was almost to the back of the book before I found her pictures. It seemed she was into everything.
In one of the pictures, she was suspended by her feet. It also seemed she had been lashed while in this positon, gauging by the whelps on her butt and upper thighs. Glancing to my right, I studied the hoist that had been used. I might have seen it before, but hadn’t noticed. After all, it was still sort of dark in here.
There were several pictures of Savanna in various positions. Evidently, she was a complete submissive. Another thing catching my eye was that in every picture of her where her bottom showed, a butt plug had been inserted. I wondered if this was something she requested or if Burt had taken it on himself to add even less dignity to her session. Not that any of her pictures were dignified. Apparently, either way, she had enjoyed it since she came back for more. I decided I would also use the butt plugs on her.
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Closing the album, I went over to the far wall where I had seen the butt plugs and dildos. Having no idea what she would require, I selected three in various sizes. I went back and laid them atop the desk. In the top left drawer of the desk I had earlier seen some Vaseline and a box of latex gloves. I set those items on top of the desk as well. Everything should be ready.
“Would you like a glass of wine before we get started,” I asked Savanna.
She laughed and said, “It’s a little early in the day for anything to drink. I usually like to have my sessions later at night. That way, I can go home and go to bed. My bottom won’t be as sore after a good night sleep.”
I told her we would try to arrange for that in the future.
Without further ado, I lead the way down the stairs and into the dungeon. Once I locked the passage lock, I walked to the desk with her in my wake. I took a seat in the chair and she stood to the front as if waiting for instructions.
“Savanna, go ahead and take off your clothes and we’ll get started.” I didn’t ask her what she wanted to do. Thanks to good old Burt and his album, I pretty much knew what she liked. If I was going to be a master or whatever the hell they were called, I was going to have to take the initiative. I was starting right now.
She glanced down at the butt plugs, the lubricant and the gloves on the desk, but didn’t say anything. She turned and walked to the area where several hangers were hanging from a rack and began removing her clothing. I saw that the couple of extra pounds she carried was mostly on her butt once she removed her skirt and panties. She also wore thigh-high stocking, but the heels of her shoes weren’t extremely high. She left her stockings on and replaced her shoes after she was nude.
I didn’t rise, but motion her to come and stand in front of the desk. Once she stood before me completely nude, I noted that her breasts were much larger, but not quite as firm as I had expected. She stood with her head slightly lowered, but I saw her glance at the plugs again.
“Savanna, the first thing I want you to do is to mount the horse. Then I want you to turn your butt up a high as possible.”
She nodded without commenting. I remained seated and watched as she first placed her left knee on one protrusion and brought the other leg over the top. Placing her elbows on the forward protrusion, she wantonly presented her nice, but rather large butt to me. It was a good thing I was temporarily sated from my encounter with Dee. I might have been tempted to do something out of sequence. I felt sure a fucking was part of her session.
I first put on the latex glove. I then stood and gathered the tube of lubricant and the three anal devices. Moving to stand directly behind her, I set all my paraphernalia in the remaining space atop the horse. Squeezing a generous portion of the lubrication on my index finger, I separated her butt cheeks even farther and begun lubricating her anus. I took my ungloved hand and used my thumb and index finger to spread the anus itself. I worked some of the lubricant inside the pucker.
I had never inserted a butt plug nor am I an expert on assholes, but I figured she could accommodate the larger one if I dilated her first. To start that process, I slowly inserted my lubed finger. Once I did, Savanna moaned. I rotated my finger slowly in a circle. Her sphincter firmly squeezed my finger a few times. Withdrawing my finger, I removed the glove and insert the smallest of the plugs. It offered a little resistance before I had it past the pucker. I chose to let her get accustomed to that for a while. While I waited for her butthole to dilate, I grasped a buttock in each hand and kneaded them slowly. After a few minutes, seeing her anus had relaxed, I withdrew the smaller plug. I put back on my glove and inserted my finger to determine if I had dilated it to some extent. It felt looser except when she squeezed her pucker string as if not to let it go. Occasionally, she would wantonly twist her butt and arch her back higher.
As bad as it seemed her asshole wanted to retain possession of my finger as if it was its own, I withdrew it and put lubricant on the middle size plug. Despite the excellent job I felt I done so far, it too met a little initial resistant before it was seated. This time while I waited, I spanked her with my hand. Placing a hand on each buttock, I rotated them around and about and watched the object in her rectum move with them.
I had a little problem with the third and largest butt plug. I took my time. I certainly didn’t want to hurt this nice lady in this way. Seeing I was meeting resistance, I set it aside and placed a thumb on each side of her anus and spread it as wide as I could without causing her a lot of discomfort. There would be no need to insert my finger this time. I could plainly see the extent of my handiwork. The opening was about an inch in diameter.
Considering I hadn’t yet spanked her soundly, I reasoned that if her butt was warm, her butthole would be more relaxed. Not to lose what progress I’d made, I reinserted the middle plug. I situated myself so I could move my arm freely and gave her about ten good smacks with my hand. I heard her suck her breath though her teeth. “Sorry I had to do that, ma’am, but it was necessary.” She didn’t say anything because she was gritting her teeth.
I’m not sure if I accomplished anything because when I removed the object from her reddened ass, the opening appeared about the same. I had another notion. Placing my glove back on my hand, I again stood to her side. I placed my left hand on her right hip as if to hold her in place and reinserted my finger. I made wide circles around and around for a couple of minutes. If I had accomplished nothing else, I noted her pussy was all but dripping. I rubbed her clit about five times. Taking my thumbs, I spread her anus again. The opening did look larger. This time, I had no problem with the third plug.
After I felt she was accustomed to the object up her behind, I instructed her to stand. Knowing the butt plug might be a little uncomfortable once she was in an upright position, I gave her a hand getting down. Once she was upright, she stood slightly hunched forward and with her legs apart.
I gave her a few seconds and instructed her to move over to the hoist. I watched as she started in that direction. Still hunched, she moved very slowly, trying to keep her legs apart while taking short steps. For a moment, almost feeling sorry for her, I considered removing the plug until she was in place. This implement was not something to utilize while the subject was in an upright position. Well, I’d know next time.
After making the short, although uncomfortable trek, Savanna lay down beneath the hoist. The device had a looped chain. The lower end came within four feet of the floor. Pulling one chain would raise the subject, pulling the other would lower them. The other chain, the one used to lift the subject, had a bar about three feet in length secured to the end. On each side of the bar there were leather straps with buckles. The subject’s feet would be strapped to the bar.
It was a simple process and it wasn’t long before I had Savanna suspended about three feet above the floor. This would likely be the most intense portion of her session. It was in this position I intended to give her the largest portion of her lashings. Although there were large whips on the wall, I selected what I considered a crop. It was about three feet in length with multiple strips of leather. It would sting without cause a lot of trauma.
I had lashed, spanked, beat, whipped, or whatever one wanted to call it, Savanna’s ample bottom for about ten minutes when one slightly misguided stroke struck her vagina. I heard her suck a breath between her teeth and say, “Red, red, red.”
We hadn’t discussed what I would later learn to be “safe words,” but I was betting “red” meant stop. I stopped. My arm was getting tired and I was bored with this position. I wanted to do something else.
I lowered her to where her butt was about level with my shoulders. I placed both hands on her bottom and felt the heat. I imagined an ice pack would work quite well right now. I didn’t have an ice pack, but made a mental note to get some.
I spun her around to look in her face. “Would you like to move on to something else?”
“Yes, please.”
“Ok. We’re going to move ove
r to the table, but I’m not going to make you walk with the plug in you this time. Is that ok?”
“Thank you.”
“Ok,” I continued, “hold on while I turn you around and take it out. We’ll put it back in when you’re in place.”
I turned her again so her butt was toward me and I removed the plug.
Once I had Savannah positioned on the table with the two vertical posts, I strapped her upturned legs into the restraints. There were also restraints for the hands as well. For the first time, I noticed that she wore a wedding band. I’d ask her about that later.
I took a seat on a stool and placed a hand on each side of her hips. Lifting her slightly, I slid her until her bottom was just over the edge of the table. Once I had her spread as much as possible, the first thing I noted was how much the butt plug had dilated her anus. What had started out as a tight little pucker was now an opening about the size of a quarter. Given time, it would return to normal. Since her anus as well as the plug was still lubricated, I reinserted it with no problem. After doing that, using both thumbs, I spread the lips of her labia.
“Somebody’s got excited I see,” I stated with a laugh, still holding her pussy lips apart.
Savannah chuckled also, “Don’t you know it.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and looked at her between her upraised legs. I said, “Let’s take a short breather while I decide whether to spank you in this position. I see you’re married. Does your husband know about this?”
“No, he doesn’t. The good thing is that he’s out of town a lot. I try to do this when he won’t be home for a while.”
I chuckled and said, “Sounds fair enough. I’ve decided that I am going to spank you some more in this position. This time I’m going to use a paddle. Once I have your bottom good and red, I’m going to have you ride the horse again. How does that sound?”
Chapter Two