The Dungeon Pt. 01

Literotic asexstories – The Dungeon Pt. 01 by troubledsoul1,troubledsoul1
“Where am I?” I shouted. “Is anybody there?” This silence was unlike anything I’d ever experienced. The last thing that I remember was getting ready for a girls night out, I heard a knock on my door… and now I’m here.

I can’t see anything, it’s pitch black. I can’t move my arms, it’s as if they’re bound together. I can’t move my legs… they’re bound too. I heard footsteps coming closer… closer… stopped.

“Hello, who’s there? Please help me.” I whimpered. I felt a hand grab the back of my hair and pull my head backwards.

“It does not matter who I am… only who I am to you. You are my slave. And I your master. You now live and breathe to serve me.” His voice was deep, almost a growl. I nodded without hesitation. I was not going to give him a reason to hurt me. He let go of my hair.

“What is your name?” He asked inquisitively.

“Permission to answer?” I responded. His small chuckle sent a tingle down my spine.

“Wow, you’re a good little submissive, straight away. I expected many punishments before you learned your place.” He breathed slowly, but hard. “Yes you may reply, I’d like to know what to call you.”

“Ellie, my name is Ellie. How must I address you?” I asked promptly.

“My name is Sam. But you may only refer to me as Sir, or master please.” He responded.

“Thank you, sir.” I smiled. How is it possible that I am terrified, and intrigued all at once?

I felt a small tug on my hair before I could suddenly see again. He’d removed the blind fold. He didn’t look as I expected after hearing his voice. He was around 6ft, slender, had dark hair, piercing blue eyes, he wore glasses, and he dressed in a suit. He’s… hot.

We were in a room, the walls painted with shades of black and red, there was a black shaggy carpet, no windows, only one door, a double bed in the corner of the room, and a bathroom on the other side. My whole body filled with confusion as I gazed around this… dungeon.

I was snapped back into reality as I heard the jingle of my ankle chains being removed. I was only bound at the hands at this point. “Your role here is simple when I show up, you please me. In any way I choose. I will be faithful to only you, so you need not worry. Your body, mind, and soul now belong to me for as long as I want them. Understood?” He snapped.

“And if I don’t want this? Where is my choice? Where is my pleasure? What if I have questions?” I replied, flustered from the realisation of what he was asking from me.

“You have no choice, unless you can break through concrete and escape. You may ask your questions as and when appropriate. And as for your pleasure… would you like me to give you a taste of your pleasure?” He slowly began walking toward me with a hunger in his eyes. I slowly backed away, until I was cornered into a wall.

All I could think was to do what he says and I may survive. I stood straight up confidently, almost causing him to tumble backwards. “Yes please, sir” I bit my lip and stared him in the eyes for what felt like hours.

He began kissing me, and oh my gosh it was like fireworks. I had to remind myself that I was being held captive by him. He broke the kiss and I felt my body yearn for his. He grabbed my hair and gently pulled me toward the bed, he lay me on my back and straddled me. He undid the handcuffs from one wrist and attached the cuff to one side of the bed. He then grabbed another set of handcuffs and repeated the process with my other hand. “Now If you’re a good girl you’ll receive reward like this. You don’t want to find out what happens if you’re not good.” A chilling smile crossed his lips. He undid the buttons on my shirt, and stared at my lace purple bra that was underneath. He licked his lips and ran his index finger over the lace detailing on each breast, making sure to circle my nipples a couple of times. He started planting kisses on my breasts through my bra, then nibbling, then playing. He undid the clips at the front and opened my bra up. Allowing my huge breasts to bounce naturally back into place, he continued his slow torture of tracing, kissing, nibbling. And then playing with each of my nipples.

He soon got off of me and began tying my legs to the bed too. He pulled my leggings down to my ankles and looked me up and down. “Fuck, what a day for no panties.” He chuckled. He began kissing my ankles, slowly moving his way up my legs until he reached my pussy. He pulled his face back, looked me in the eyes and licked his lips before returning his attention onto my pussy. He began kissing, slowly started licking, and quickly picked up his pace so he was lapping at me vigorously. He used his right hand to intermittently circle my clit as his tongue kept working on me as well.

“Oh fuck!” I said through a deep exhale. I felt like electricity was taking over my entire body.

He moved back and looked at me intently. Looking me up and down for what felt like hours, but in reality it was probably seconds. He smirked “there’s something different about you, this has never happened before.” He stood up, and his erect cock was showing clearly through his suit pants. He looked down at me again, and then down at his cock, almost pleased by the result. He began walking around the bed and stopped at the side of my head and undid his trousers. His huge cock almost erupting into freedom. He looked at me suggestively. And I smiled wide, I opened my mouth and awaited his entry.

“A good little submissive.” He said as he stopped closer to me. He closed his eyes as I took his member into my mouth, sucking and licking, and circling the tip with my tongue. I heard him growl a soft moan. And his head fell back. I felt a sense of pride knowing how I was affecting him. He held his hand up for me to stop and I did so with one last quick lick up the full length of his cock. He smirked and headed back to the bottom of the bed. He knelt in between my legs and lifted my legs. He entered me slowly, savoring the feeling of my tight, slick heat surrounding him. I moaned as his cock filled me, my hips bucking back to meet his thrusts. He took me roughly, his hands gripping my hips as he pounded into me again and again. I cried out, my orgasm building deep within me.

He wrapped his hand around onto my throat, not enough to choke me but enough to add an extra thrill. He continued to thrust into me, his movements becoming more erratic as he neared his own release. With a final, powerful thrust, he came, his hot seed filling me and triggering my orgasm. I screamed, my body shuddering and shaking as waves of pleasure washed over me. He collapsed on top of me, his breath hot and heavy in my ear. After a few heavenly minutes he got off of me and wiped himself clean and walked away.

He returned around 10 minutes later, with a stern look on his face. I began to feel my cheeks flush with embarrassment. How stupid could I be. He’s holding me hostage, and I expected him to care. He leaned over me and untied my hands and my feet before turning and leaving immediately.

I covered myself over with the duvet on the bed and tossed and turned thinking about what had just happened. I spotted the camera pointing at the bed, and imagined him watching our passionate love-making and pleasuring himself. I decided to put on a show for him, surely he’d like this, right? I hoped he was watching, his eyes devouring every inch of me, his commands echoing through the silence. Fuck he can hear me?

My hands began to wander, tracing the outline of my breasts, teasing my erect nipples that begged for his touch. I felt a shiver run down my spine as my fingers danced closer to the warm, wet heat between my legs. The anticipation was agonizing, a delicious torture that made my thighs quiver and my breath hitch in my throat.

With trembling fingers, I reached down and parted my slick folds, revealing the swollen, sensitive flesh that was aching for his attention. I began to rub, slow and gentle at first, my eyes never leaving the camera. My breath grew ragged as I picked up the pace, my other hand reaching up to pinch my nipples, twisting them just enough to make me gasp. My hips began to buck, seeking more friction, more pleasure. The wet sounds of my fingers gliding over my clit filled the room, a symphony of desire that made my knees go weak.

“Faster,” his voice bellowed into the room. I obeyed, my hand moving with a new urgency, my thumb circling my clit in tight, rapid motions that sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body. My moans grew louder, bouncing off the walls and filling the space with the sweet sound of my submission.

“Tell me how much you want it,” he demanded, his voice low and commanding. “Tell me how much you need me.”

“I need you, Sir,” I whimpered, my voice a breathy plea. “I need you so badly.”

My hand moved faster, my body arching as the pressure built within my body. I could feel the beginnings of my climax, the tight coil in my belly that threatened to unravel at any moment.

“Beg for it,” he said, his voice a dark caress that sent shivers down my spine.

“Please, Sir,” I moaned, my voice thick with desire. “Please let me come for you.”

The words seemed to be the key to my release, and with a final, desperate push, I tumbled over the edge, my body convulsing with pleasure as I screamed out “oh FuCcKk, Sam.” The orgasm washed over me, a tidal wave of ecstasy that left me panting and trembling, my hand still moving against my sensitive flesh as the aftershocks rippled through me. The camera kept flashing, capturing every moment of my surrender, every drop of my passion. And somewhere in the vast digital void, my master watched with a smug smile, knowing he had complete control over my body, even when we were apart. “I hope youll be ready for your punishment for referring to me as Sam, and not Sir or Master. Now sleep” He spoke softly but with a hint of anger in his voice. I kept thinking about the events of the day until I fell asleep.

I woke to find myself face down into the mattress, with my hands bound behind my back, and my legs bound in cuffs to the bed. I tried to move around to see what was happening. Sam sat in a chair, watching me intently and drinking a glass of whiskey. He caught me staring back at him and he raised his eyebrow, “something to ask Ellie?” He said, his words slurred.

“Yes Sam, but it’s difficult to do so whilst stuck like this.” I replied. Shit, I did it again, I hoped he didn’t notice that I hadn’t used the approved names for him.

His face became the epitome of anger… I don’t understand what has changed in the last few hours. He stood suddenly from his seat and strutted over to the bed. He stopped next to the bed almost halfway up. He looked at my body up and down. He undid his belt and with one quick movement pulled his belt from his trousers. I felt a surge of excitement through my body, hopefully this is a repeat of yesterday. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

He approached me, the belt slapping against his thigh with a menacing sound that echoed through the room. I tried to squirm away, but my restraints held me firmly in place. The first strike lands with a resounding crack across my bare ass, leaving a bright red welt in its wake. I let out a muffled scream, my eyes wide with shock and pain.

He continued, bringing the belt down over and over again, each hit harder than the last. I could feel my skin turn from pale to a deep shade of crimson, and soon the sound of flesh meeting leather is accompanied by the wet smack of blood. My cries became more desperate, and my body shaking violently as I attempted to escape the onslaught. But I was helpless, a plaything to his sadistic desires. “I requested you call me sir, or master” He shouted. “I told you there would be punishment for disobedience!” His arousal grows with every scream, every drop of blood that beads on my skin. His cock strained against his pants, demanding release. He finally decided that I’d had enough and dropped the belt to the floor with a clatter. He approached me from behind, his hands shaking as he unbuckled and removed his pants, freeing his erection. What kind of fucking psychopath is he? “Anything to say now Ellie?” His voice mocking me.

“No, sir. I apologise. It won’t happen again.” I replied.

“Holy fuck, I hope it does.” He laughed. How could he laugh whilst looking at what he’s just done to me? I felt him kneel on the bed behind me. He had a wet cloth and began cleaning the blood. I could feel his hard cock against my ass. I know it was affecting him, as every time I whinced and moved my ass across the length of his cock he moaned. With a single, powerful thrust, he entered me from behind, my slick pussy offering little resistance despite the pain that I was in. He gripped my hips tightly, his fingers digging into my bruised flesh as he began to fuck me with a ferocity that matched the beating I’d just endured. I whimpered and sobbed, my eyes were squeezed shut as I tried to block out the pain, but my body responded involuntarily to the intrusion, clenching around his shaft. His rhythm was punishing, his hips smacking against my bruised cheeks with every thrust. He fucked me with an intensity that borders on madness, lost in the throes of his own pleasure. My cries turned into moans, and despite the agony, I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building within me. He could feel himself getting closer to climax, his balls tightening with the promise of release…

“Please free my hands sir.” I asked breathlessly.

“For what purpose?” He responded with a laugh.

I answered his questions all too fast. “Pleasure sir. I would like to play with my clit. Please.”

He undid the cuffs holding my hands behind my back and I reached back to my clit and began circling. It was as if nothing bad had happened. He kept thrusting. He was moaning loudly now. “Fuck Ellie, you feel amazing. I’m so close.”

“Please master, may I have the pleasure of taking you in my mouth, I want to feel your cum in my throat.”

He seemed taken aback. As if I’d just really surprised him. He stopped fucking me and climbed off of the bed. He walked around to the top of the bed and picked up a towel to clean himself. “No, sir. I want to taste myself on you. Please.” It was like I’d grown a whole new persona in the last 20 minutes.

His eyes widened for a second. “As you wish.” He stepped toward me. “Would you like your feet to stay bound or be released?”

He shocked me with this question. “Free please Master.” He walked to where my feet were bound and freed them. And quickly returned to being stood infront of me. I tried to move myself to a sitting position, but it was way to painful with the recent injuries.

“Sir, could you possibly sit in that chair for me?”

“Yes, of course.” He almost seemed to feel guilty for the pain that he caused. He sat onto the chair and I followed closely behind him. He really is sexy.

I knelt onto the floor between his legs and looked up at him, waiting for a sign that this was allowed. He nodded his approval, and so without a word, I leaned forward and took his cock in my mouth. I began to suck eagerly, my cheeks hollowing with each bob of my head. My tongue swirled around the tip, tasting the salty precum that had gathered there. He groaned in pleasure, his hand coming to rest on the back of my head, guiding the pace. I took more and more of his length into my mouth, my throat stretching to accommodate the thickness. I gagged a little, but pushed through, determined to give the best blow job that I could. My hands reached up to fondle his balls, gently rolling them in my palms as I sucked harder. His grip tightened on my hair, his hips beginning to buck as he approached climax. I moaned, my mouth still around his cock, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. Finally, with a loud grunt, he released his load into my mouth. I swallowed every drop, my eyes never leaving his as I did so. He pulled out, his cock still pulsing with the aftermath of his orgasm. He sat back, watching as I licked my lips, savoring the taste. “Good girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. “Mmm, I could get used to this. For your good behaviour… you get one question. It can be anything. And I have to answer.”

“Thank you Sir. That is incredibly kind.” I had hundreds of questions circling my mind, and I struggled to pick just one.

“I guess what I really want to know is, why am I here?”

He seemed to ponder this for a moment, he gathered himself and planted a kiss on my head. “Because, Ellie. I have loved you since I first layed my eyes on you. And this is the only way I know how to have a relationship. My sexual tastes aren’t what you would consider normal. I need power, I need a submissive, I need control. Its all I know Ellie. My hope is that you’ll learn to love me. Just how I am.”

“So you’re not going to kill me?” I blurted out before I could realise what I was saying.

He chuckled, kissed the top of my head, and whispered into my ear “not unless I can fuck you to death.” He left the room, and left me with my thoughts. Why me? What will happen if I don’t fall in love with him quick enough? Could I even love him? How long will he keep me here? And oh fuck, where does he know me from?

To be continued…