My private BDSM dungeon – chapter 3 of 5

We have more BDSM fun with our prisoner. Fiction, BDSM

The next morning, I woke about eight and the others were not far behind me. Richard went to the closest fast-food place to get us breakfast. While he was away, I filled a dogfood dish with kibbles and took it downstairs. Alyson did not have any food last night so I thought she would be hungry enough to eat it.

When I got down to the playroom, I muted the TV. She was still on the mattress. I could not be sure if she was sleeping or just hoping I would leave her alone. I walked over and hooked her leash to the D-ring on her collar and gave it a little yank. She turned over and looked at me.

“I brought you some breakfast.”

“Thank you. I’m starving.”

“Follow me on all fours.” I lead her over to the bowl.

She looked at it and then at me. “You must be kidding.”

I smiled, “Eat your breakfast like a good little bitch and don’t touch it with your hands. You won’t get anything more to eat, except cum, till tonight.” I showed her the shock collar remote. Alyson bent down and took a bite of her kibble. I went back upstairs. On the way up, I reminded her that the cameras were recording her and that she was not allowed to touch the bowl with her hands. Richard should be back with our breakfast by now.

Richard, Randy, and I enjoyed our hot breakfast sandwiches, hash browns and coffee.

After we finished, we all stripped and headed downstairs. The dogfood bowl was empty. “Good girl. Now you need to wash your breakfast down. Come over here and give each of us a good blowjob.” I yanked on her leash to get her to move. It took her over fifteen minutes of sucking to get us all off. She didn’t spill a drop. It was looking like she had given up and all the fight was gone from her because when I told her to get up and go to the wall, she did it without protest, raised her arms up and spread her legs, knowing that we were going to fasten her to the wall. After she was secured, Randy went over to the toy table and looked at what was available. He came back with his arms full. This was his project, so I left him and Richard and went upstairs.

When we came back down about a half hour later, I was greeted with quite a sight. First, he had taken a couple of ring clamps. I think they may have originally been designed to put rings on pistons when you were building an engine for a car. They had knobs that, when you turned them, the ring would get smaller. He had put one around each breast and tightened them down. Alyson’s tits were squeezed tight enough that they were turning dark red. He had also put a couple zip ties around them and suction tubes on her nipples. He pumped the suction up to where her nipples were pulled into the tubes and enlarged to completely fill them. A chain was hung from each tube, connection them. As I walked in, he was just hanging heavy weights from the chain.

It was very clear that Alyson was in a lot of discomfort.

Richard looked and smiled. “May I take care of the bottom?”

He went to the table and came back with his choices. The first thing was a big red butt plug. It was an inch wide at the tip and tapered out to over three inches at the widest point. Then it immediately went back to a one-inch shaft so that after it was in, her anal ring would contract and hold it in. Lucky for Alyson, he did use lube before shoving it in place. Next, he used his fingers and massaged her clit until it enlarged, at which time he put a clamp on it and hung another weight from it. Alyson groaned from the pain.

I took the handheld camera and took several pictures and a video. Ted may not have been able to be here, but we sent him all of the pictures and videos. He was an expert at editing and building videos. We had fun writing nasty things on her body and verbally degrading her. We left her there while we went upstairs for a beer. I turned the TV audio back on.

The guys found a ball game on the TV and started watching it. Near the end of the third inning, I decided that Alyson needed relief. I went down and found her with her head slumped down, almost unconscious. I splashed a little water on her face to revive her and then took off all the things we had attached to her body. There was a small scream of pain when I ripped the big butt plug out of her ass. Finally, I detached her from the wall, and she slumped to the floor, crying. I gave her a wet washcloth to clean herself.

Linda looked up at me and softly asked, “What is going to happen to me?”

“You haven’t been too much trouble. If you continue to co-operate, you will be home before your husband gets home. There has only been one woman that did not get to go home when we were done with her.”

“Did you kill her?”

“No, but we sold her to a very rich man in the Middle East. When he tires of her, he will make her available to all of his guards or maybe to his dogs as a kennel bitch. He owns six male Great Danes.” Have you ever been to the Middle East? She knew that my asking if she had ever been there was a threat.

“I’ll be good. Please let me go home.”

After the game ended, Richard and Randy came back down. We spent the next several hours fucking all three of her holes and playing with her big tits. Alyson was co-operative, if not enthusiastic. She even had several orgasms. About seven we decided it was time to eat. This time we allowed Alyson to come up to the kitchen with us and enjoy a normal meal. All three of us were getting pretty well used up, so after one more blowjob each, we allowed her to go back down, and we did not do anything more to her that night. I did leave the TV on down there.

End of part 3 of 5.

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