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Subject: © Bondageboy 1996
The Dungeon by Bondageboy
There was a message on my answering machine Thursday night.
I was to report to a Sigma dungeon party Saturday night near
Washington D.C. The chairman of the organization, who left the
message, wasn't going to be there, but instructions were given to
several people on what to do with me. "Don't disappoint me." was
his final statement. I knew from that, I was going to be in for a
rough time. This would be my first visit to his club. I would not
know anyone.
I left early Saturday, as I was not sure of the directions.
It's a good thing I did, since I was completely on the wrong side
of town. I called the number that was given to me and then asked
if they minded if I come early. "No problem." was the response.
I arrived around 7PM, an hour earlier than I was supposed
to. The host gave me a tour of the dungeon. I'm glad he did. I
didn't get to see it again until after midnight. He had a St.
Andrew's Cross bolted to the wall just down the steps. A padded
table held up by four chains was down the one wall. A sling was
opposite it along another wall, and a four post bed was in the
far corner. The wall by the table held various bondage and
discipline items. I was given a glass of water to drink, and at
7:15, we went upstairs to prepare me for my master.
I was told to strip and put my clothes in the corner. I
would not see any item of clothes again until I left the dungeon
to go home. He unbuckled a chastity belt that he felt would fit
me. It had a metal cage in the front and I had to put my cock
and balls through a hole in the leather to get locked in the
cage. At least the cage gave room for my cock to grow. My
"hockey goal" mask was buckled on me. Then wrist cuffs were
buckled on each wrist. I was instructed to put my hands behind
my back. A piece of rope was used to tie my cuffs together, then
my thumbs were tied together. He then took a long piece of
narrow cloth and wrapped it around my eyes. I would be
blindfolded throughout the evening, except for a short period
after the hood was removed a couple of hours later. The only
times my hands were unrestrained, was when I was being
repositioned. At the most, my hands were free for a minute at a
time throughout the evening. I was told to kneel and he turned
me so I faced the door. A pair of tit clamps were put on me and
tightened tight. I was told to remain how I was and don't make
any noise.
I found out later that my master for the evening arrived at
8:05, to get there before I arrived. He talked with the host for
5-10 minutes. He was told that I was here and all packaged up
for him. The host gave him the keys to unlock the chastity belt
whenever he liked. When he came in, he checked out his prize for
the evening and locked a heavy chain around my neck. That would
stay on all evening also. He attached a leash to the collar and
led me slowly down the steps to the dungeon.
When we got to the bottom, he had me stand against the wall.
I knew where I was. I was at the cross. Ankle cuffs were
buckled on each ankle, and they would remain on all evening also.
I was turned around to face the wall. He untied my hands,
snapped hooks to the cuffs, raised my right arm up and snapped it
to a eyebolt in the cross. My other limbs were attached the same
way. Now that I was secure, I was soon to find out what my
master's specialty was.
Before the scene started, my master gave me a safe word to use
in case I got in trouble. He started on my upper back very lightly.
I could tell that this was a serious flogger by the number of straps
that were hitting my back. It didn't take long for the straps to
sting. Soon, he picked up the intensity and really hit me hard.
I kept moving to avoid the blows, since my middle wasn't tied down,
which caused some to just give me a glancing shot. These were worse
than the heavy blows as they stung more. He could tell when I was
reaching my limit. Probably by then, my back was nice and red and
very warm. After the flogging, he would run his hands all over my
flesh. It was during one of these body touchings, that he ran his
hands over a real sensitive area of my body. He discovered that I
was ticklish, and after getting me to laugh a little, he flogged me
some more. We repeated the same process one more time before it was
time to gather into a circle to start the party. I was released
from the cross, and he took the chastity belt off of me. I
regretted that. It was kind of neat to have it on. My hands were
locked behind my back and I was led to the circle. I had no idea
who or how many people were in the room.
I was taken back to the cross and strung up again for
another flogging. This time, he also started to paddle my ass as
a break from the flogging. I was more than ready to be released
from the cross. It was during this set that he squeezed my
upper body after a session. It pulled hard on the chain of the
tit clamps, and, after a few minutes of pain which didn't subside,
I asked him to please remove them. They were VERY sore and I
hissed loudly when they were removed. Although my tits were played
with throughout the night, the clamps were not put back on.
After being released, I was told to kneel. The blindfold
was removed and the hood taken off. For the first time, I could
see who my master was. My hands were locked behind my back as
usual. We kissed for several minutes, I licked his boots and
then was fed his condom covered cock. I tried to satisfy him
there, as I really didn't look forward to going back on the
cross. All too soon, I was instructed to stand with my back
against the wall. He blindfolded me with two bandannas, which
remained on the rest of the evening. He put a bit gag on me,
which also stayed on the rest of the time. My master then
proceeded to pound my chest with his flat hand. It didn't take
many blows until I was squirming. He used his flogger on my
chest and also started to flog my cock and balls. After I jumped
around a couple of times, he turned me around, unlocked my hands
and cuffed me back up one more time facing the cross.
The leather strips were "soft", so no skin was ever broken,
but I was flogged so thoroughly that my skin remained red and
scratchy the next day. This time, he also spent time on my ass
and upper thighs. It had to be nearing 10:30 when, after he began
pounding my back, I finally said the safe word and was released
from the cross for the last time. I was immediately led over to
the padded table that was suspended by the four chains. Each of
my cuffs were locked to a chain. After laying for a couple of
minutes, I felt it. Hot wax was being dripped all over my body,
with the majority going on my chest, tits, stomach and cock. I
was bouncing my cock up and down, trying to cool it off as the
wax was dripping on it. People started to gather around to see
what the commotion was all about. Soon, I was unlocked and turned
over. My back and ass were prime targets for his wax. While he
was doing this, someone started to stroke my feet. I started to
laugh/cry in the pad under my face. A couple of other people
had gathered around when I was released and told to turn over
again.
As several people relocked my limbs to the chain, my
master came over to me and said that he was giving me over to
someone else for awhile. After being secured, one person started
to tickle each side. Someone else was at my feet, taking a small
strap and slapping the soles of my feet. After tenderizing them,
he started running the edge of something up and down my feet.
When I tried to move them away, someone grabbed my ankles so my
feet could be tormented. Other people started to take a small
leather paddle and use it to slap all over my body, while others
were running their hands over my legs, arms, everywhere. I was
laughing hard through my gag. I was also trying to talk back to
them. I tried swinging the chains so I could grab one of my
tormentors. It's tough to do when you are blindfolded, but
finally, I caught an arm and brought him over to me. This caused
most of the group to laugh, which got me laughing even harder and
giving them more sass. I tried to get the others to tie him up to me,
but after letting him try to free himself from me, they came at me
with fervor to get their buddy loose. My body was turned so they
could paddle my ass for being so belligerent. We were all laughing
hard.
Once, one of the paddles came to my upper body. I jerked
the chains and managed to take it from my tormentor. THAT
livened everyone up. I wouldn't let it go. Soon, there were
lots of hands digging into my flesh. I didn't stand a chance.
My hands were recuffed as high on the chains as they could get
them. I was called a pig for being so animated while being tied
up. They played a game to find my most ticklish spot. They
never found it. I gave them hell as they were tickling me and
they loved it. Of course, it was easier to put me through hell.
Rubber gloves with knobs on it was used to run up and down my
body. While this wasn't ticklish, it did loosen most of the wax
that was on me.
Around midnight, my legs were released, but reattached to
the chains that held my arms. This exposed my ass completely.
As people tickled my ribs and feet, someone picked up a paddle
and started to paddle my ass. This only lasted about 10 minutes,
as it was time to break up the party. I was released and the
blindfold removed. I found as many of my tormentors as I could
and thanked them. Then I went over to my original master. I
still had the chain on that he had locked around my neck. After
spending several minutes "searching" for the key, I was finally
unlocked. I had been tied up for five hours virtually
continually, and in a scene constantly for over four.
After getting flogged, the hot wax was a piece of cake. The
tickling with the strapping was incredible. And you know how I
like to be the center of attention in a bondage scene. I've been
invited back to the next party.