A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06 - Sex Stories

A Femdom Bachelorette Pt. 06

Entering the dungeon, I found Kendra sitting on a couch opposite the mirror wall. She had not changed out of her evening dress, a black satin number with spaghetti straps and a pleated skirt. "I have a bit of a pickle, thing" she told me, and patted the couch for me to sit next to her. "I told you when we met that I was a switch, didn't I?"

"You did, Ma'am."

"Yeah." she said. "This weekend has been a lot of fun and truthfully I think I could put together a few weeks that would really make your head spin, but that isn't my problem. My problem is that I'm like, 70/30 submissive/dominant most of the time, and I poured a lot of energy into that dominant part and my submissive part is kind of unhappy."

"Oh," I said, getting the smallest inkling of where this might be going but not daring to hope.

"Also," she said, "look at this fucking place. This is the nicest dungeon I've ever seen. Do you know how many times someone has tried to be all lord and master in a millennial gray apartment with an unused reed diffuser?"

"Too many, I'm betting" I said.

"Show me the basement room," she said, "I know it's there but I didn't want to break the mirror or something." I stood up and walked to the far end of the mirror. The last panel on the wall pushed in with a hearty 'click' and then swung outwards; it was essentially just a large cabinet door. I stepped to the side and made an 'enter, please' sweep of my hand. Kendra walked into the room and I followed behind her.

I ...

... mentioned earlier how much I treasured this room. The entire dungeon was hewn out of rock, and in this section I had them wire in plumbing and electrical but no floor, no drywall, so you were surrounded by hard rock on three sides, plus the floor and ceiling. The back of the mirror was covered with cinder blocks that I had caked with mud and allowed cobwebs to build up. The lighting in the room was a harsh fluorescent, nothing like the adjustable LEDs that lit the main room. They actually were adjustable LEDs, just set to fairly garish settings, and one gave a false flicker as we stood there, perfectly reinforcing the atmosphere. There was a space heater in the corner that wasn't on, so the room had the kind of cool stillness you can find in a cave. Against the far wall a foot of heavy chain was anchored to the wall, with a heavy steel collar dangling from the end of it. Scratch marks surrounded where the chain met the wall, complete with just a touch of blood. A filthy bucket sat next to the setup. It did not actually contain any waste, but it looked like it should. Along one of the side walls was a small card table and a pair of metal chairs, and on the opposite wall was a work sink, a cracked mirror, and a chest of drawers and then in the far corner was a thin, faded mattress on a metal bedframe. God, I loved this room.

Kendra was walking a circuit of the room, taking a closer look at everything. "I may never be in a dungeon this sick again," she said, "and to be honest ...