You open your eyes to low light, staring up at what appears to be a stone ceiling. It’s chilly and damp, and your back feels a little sore. You look around to try to get your bearings and realize you’re lying on the cold concrete floor. Not only that, but you’re also naked. Not only that, but your four limbs are outstretched and chained so that you can barely move. Panic sets in and your mind starts racing. This isn’t what you signed up for! Ms. Powers didn’t prepare you for something like this!
Just then her soothing voice enters your head, silent to the rest of the room. ‘Johnny can you hear me? Are you okay?’
“What’s going on…” you blurt out loud, before the voice in your head cuts you off.
‘No Johnny! Not out loud! Remember, you can communicate with me through your thoughts! If Shelly suspects you have a plan here or that you’re working with someone, none of this will work! So whatever you do, don’t say my name!’
Your mind is reeling, but you try to focus up and find out what is going on. ‘Alright I’ll try to remember that. Can you like… read all my thoughts?’ You ask, nervous about the answer.
‘No, only the ones you intend to communicate with me. But remember, I can see what you see and hear what you hear.’ She answers, her tone attempting to be reassuring and comforting.
‘Alright so where the hell am I?’ You wonder, looking around as much as you can given your confined state. You see all manner of equipment for bondage, sex furniture and toys, even a few cameras on tripods.
‘Apparently the sex dungeon of Shelly’s dreams.’ Ms. Powers says, before wryly commenting, ‘The girl knows a thing or two about this stuff, I’ll give her that!’
‘Well why am I chained to the floor??’ You think frantically. Before an answer can be given, the heavy wooden door flies open. It’s Shelly, dressed like an absolute dominatrix. A skintight, strapless, short dress in shiny black leather, dark nylon tights reach down to knee-high black leather high-heeled boots. Black lace gloves reach up to her elbows, and in one hand she holds a riding crop. Her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, and her makeup is immaculate, with a powerful darker appearance that you are used to. Your jaw drops, you’ve seen someone dressed like this in porn but never even imagined your normal-seeming girlfriend to take on this persona.
“Hi Johnny.” She says with a sadistic grin. “I’m so glad you’re here.”
You can barely process what is happening. You’re terrified and yet, this sight has blood flowing to your member already. ‘What the fuck! What the fuck! What the fuck!’ Your thoughts to Ms. Powers are frantic, but you also have to answer Shelly: “Shelly… my sweetheart… what is this place?? Why am I chained to the floor?”
She saunters over to stand right beside you, her boots clicking on the floor with each step. She looks down from what appears like three stories up from your perspective. “Why Johnny… We’ve been through this dream enough times for you to understand, haven’t we?”
From this angle and with her dress being so short, you’re able to see up between her legs and notice that she isn’t wearing panties under the dark tights. Her pussy lips look wet and engorged already. You can’t help but be turned on and your cock is now at about half mast.
You have to answer something, and manage to say, “I’m sorry… sometimes it just feels like the first time all over again I suppose.”
She reaches down with the riding crop and traces it from the top of your chest across a nipple and down between your legs. “That’s alright my little slave. I would break you in again any time. That’s maybe the most fun part after all.” She taps the crop on each ball a few times before gently running it up the underside of your rapidly hardening shaft.
‘Slave??’ You think to Ms. Powers, ‘I thought this was what we were trying to avoid in the first place!’
‘I know Johnny, I know.’ She replies back immediately, ‘But it proves that we need to do this! If this is the first thing her subconscious goes to, you can bet it would manifest in real life right away. So just focus on your goal and you will be out of here just as soon as the two of you cum in unison.’
Before you can reply, Shelly continues, “I’ve been letting my nylon feet marinate all day in these hot sweaty boots. The scent of my girl power will have you hooked immediately.”
“Sure yes we should…”
“HEY!” She shouts, cutting you off and giving your balls a little slap with the riding crop. “You refer to me as Mistress or Miss Shelly, or ELSE!”
“Yes Miss Shelly, my apologies Miss Shelly!” You reply, almost reflexively. The slap stung just a little, but gave you a taste of the pain she could inflict if she wanted to. “Mistress I was just going to comment that I hope you can enjoy pleasuring yourself while you use me today.”
“Well of course Johnny, everything here is only for my pleasure, especially you. And I have something extra special planned for you this evening…”
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