The dungeon grand opening

As more and more contraptions cum to life, she gets to use each one, making those reports, enhancing each as her orgasms continued to knock her out each time. He always was there when she woke up, always holding her, cuddling while she got back awake. Once awake, it was usually another plan to look over, until the day He announced the Grand Opening would be the next week. Now the plans were of the whole dungeon, which contraption went into which room, how long she got to spend in each, for a new report per. As the night came closer, she got more orgasm time than in all the passed weeks combined.


On the big night, she was on the single post, greeting guests just inside the door she had been invited into so long ago. This contraption was very simple; a 3 foot circle of iron on the floor, a pole in the middle, sticking up with an adjuster so the vibrator on top was hoisted up inside her cunt, jamming her up onto her tippytoes, on slow grind. As she greeted guests, she kept squirming, since the vibrator was not on a high enough speed for her orgasm, yet. She was gracious, loving the attention, enjoying the company. Her and Master got along well, but buried in the dungeon, she had missed interacting with people. Now, here was over a hundred couples, about evenly mixed Master/sub girl, Mistress/pet boi, and plenty of Mistress/collared girl couples. As they entered, she was able to point each couple to their first stations, for bondage and mayhem to begin.


All the way in the back, in the last room, painted green, was the video studio, lots of video cameras, with simplified versions of the three most diabolical contraptions; the stocks she had first been victim of, a St. Andrews cross, with a few embellishments like crotch perch and hoist, then the longest stretcher bed anyone had ever seen, with notches for the movable foot holds. It held her four foot ten inch frame, and would stretch out for even the tallest sub in the crowd that evening. Video cameras were everywhere, and those entering were required to sign model contracts, so the dungeon could post on their dark website.


she finally was permitted an orgasm, as He locked the door behind the last couple to enter. He toed the control on the vibrator, it went full high speed, and she screamed as she came, losing consciousness. The crowd went wild, cheering her on, gasping when she lost her balance, being out in a blinding orgasm more intense than most of her orgasms.


The pole was immediately planted in a guest's subbie, as He carried her away.


When she regained consciousness, she found herself in Master's arms, being carried. He took her to the tall room, applied ankle fetters she so loved, left her dangling while he chatted with some of the guests, posted her head pipe under her head, lowered her down so she was supported while he fucked her throat, as he applied the nastiest clamps yet to her labia, nipples, toe webs. Yes, her toes were webbed, the most sensitive point on her body. She came again to a cheering crowd.

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