A Night in the Dungeon - Sex Stories

A Night in the Dungeon

Come with me, my sweet..." Master Marcus' deep, resonant voice commanded the pretty young wench. He led Wendy, his slave for the evening, down the spiral staircase of his big house in the countryside. Marcus was a handsome man of thirty-four, with a stocky build, a clean-shaven chin, and a head of wavy brown hair. His black-leather outfit complemented his looks and frame well. When Wendy had first seen Marcus at the invitation-only S&M party earlier that evening, she knew that he was born for the role of a dominant man. She glanced his way a few times, hoping that he would get the hint that she was interested. Wendy was the kind of woman any man - dominant or otherwise - would be happy to get to know. She was a petite, yet very attractive twenty-two- year-old woman with fine features. She had long, sunflower-blonde hair that fell past her shoulders, small but perky breasts, smooth vanilla skin, and pouting red lips. She was wearing a bright yellow dress with black pumps. Marcus came over and introduced himself to her, while some loud music played in the background. The two of them wasted little time on small talk before getting down to business. Wendy accepted Marcus' invitation to have a private session at his house. She was a bit nervous, but for the most part eager and excited to place herself in the hands of this intriguing man. A grandfather clock struck ten, when Marcus and Wendy entered the foyer of his home. Marcus placed a black- lace blindfold was placed around ...

... her eyes, and slowly led her down the marble steps leading to his private dungeon. Wendy held the crook of his arm, while walking carefully, so as not to trip. "We are at the bottom of the staircase now, Slave Wendy," he told her, still keeping his grip on her arm. She was pleased that Marcus already was using the proper terminology. He e****ted her into the cool, musty dungeon, which was illuminated by four red candles kept on metal holders affixed to the walls. Marcus let go of her arm. "Slave Wendy, to fully appreciate the treatment you are about to receive, your body must be fully exposed." Wendy obediently removed her dress, underclothes, and shoes, and Marcus took from her. "Thank you, my slave! I will be back in just a second." Marcus carried her clothes to the side table, and grabbed an item from it. He took a moment to admire Wendy's nude body. He felt a twinge of sensual desire, as he contemplated her curvaceous buttocks and smooth legs. But he knew that domination, not seduction, was what was called for. He cleared his throat, to help keep his composure. Wendy felt goosebumps forming on her bare skin. Even though blindfolded, she could sense that Sir Marcus' eyes were upon her naked and exposed form. This was exciting to her, but she also worried that he might find flaw with her. "I like your body, Slave Wendy - it pleases me." Wendy breathed a sigh of relief. "Raise your arms, please." Wendy raised her dainty arms skyward. Marcus pulled a lever on the wall that ...