Preview of a Dungeon play scene from Demon’s Coven by A J Burton. A Detective Murder Mystery set amongst the NYC BDSM scene. Due for publication on Amazon.com and Smashwords.com in late September.
Samantha felt the soft leather of the chair mould to her body. The decadence was powerful, the anticipation palpable. The slaves entered the playroom one by one, each with their eyes cast down towards the floor.
First, to come in was Rose’s submissive husband Chris Kaminski. He was wearing a white full-length robe which made him appear to glide over the carpet. His hair was short showing his boyish handsome face. He could have been any age from mid thirties to late twenties. Rose did well there, thought Sam. Maybe I could do as well? Rose’s submissive kneeled obediently at his Mistress’ feet, forehead touching the soft wool carpet.
Next were Tabita’s slaves, - the naked blonde woman who had been serving wine earlier and a balding middle-aged man with a paunch who wore only a loincloth around his waist. They knelt in front of Tabita; each kissed her high heeled shoe before settling on the floor either side of her.
Mistress Harmony’s slave Frankie came in - a slightly built manicured sort of man, a pretty boy, possibly early to mid-forties. Sam had to suppress a giggle by putting a hand to her mouth and coughing. Everything seemed soft about him and he seemed minutely manicured. He was wearing a similar long robe to Rose’s submissive but it was a ghastly lime green.
Was this Harmony’s way of humiliating her slave? Somehow seeing how Harmony dressed, Sam doubted it. Still, Harmony seemed a nice well-balanced person. Sam wasn’t going to let Harmony’s lack of dress sense affect what she hoped could be a new friendship.
Consuela’s submissive, Brian, walked in next. He was a very young man, slim, with heavy-framed glasses, looking self-conscious in his red satin boxer shorts. His skin was pale, almost like chalk. Probably a sickly child at school thought Sam.
There was a silence until Mr Black entered in his hooded outfit, his eyes barely noticeable. His heavily muscled body bulged under the shiny leather body suit. He led a naked female attached to a chain leash. Her face covered by a soft leather hood, her left hand on Mr Black’s shoulder. Mr Black helped her settle into the required position in front of Amira, who barely seemed to notice her slaves.
Rose nodded to Amira, who stood smiling showing off her flawless dental work.
“Welcome group, and thank you, Rose, for your kind hospitality. Extend a special welcome to Mistress Samantha, who is a new and most welcome addition to our little society. Slaves, you may show your appreciation to Mistress Samantha.”
All the slaves, including the hooded newcomer rose up from their knees and clapped their hands.
“Now ladies, as you can see, I have a new slave for your pleasure tonight. She is still learning but I have put a week’s solid work into her, and I think she will hold up fine. She has had limited experience before coming into my hands. Take Angel’s hood off, Mr Black.”
Mr Black removed the hood. Angel blinked as she began to focus. Her hair was cropped short, and in her mouth was a rubber gag that restricted her from speaking. Sam noticed the slim silver leg irons attached to her ankles.
“Put her on the cross. You will enjoy this. I know I will! Afterwards we can pleasure ourselves with the others.” Amira indicated her intentions to Mr Black with a telling look. The slave, completely compliant, was soon fastened to one of the wooden crosses. Angel’s arms were stretched over her head, her legs apart and ankles shackled to the base of the cross. Mr Black produced a leather quiver from behind Amira’s chair, which he opened and presented to his Mistress. Inside there was a variety of whips and canes. Amira selected a rattan cane and walked over to her slave.
She reached around and touched both of Angel’s breasts, tenderly stroking them until her nipples became erect. Then she ran her hands down the length of the slave’s back and over her perfectly rounded buttocks. The movement of her hand was light, almost feather-like. The slave’s body tensed and she arched her back, enjoying the touch, knowing what was to happen next.
The other Mistresses watched with open eyes and two with open mouths as the dominatrix slid her hands softly across the shoulders of her slave. She then leaned in close and kissed her gently on the cheek. Sam, who sat closest, could hear her soft whisper.
“Are you ready, my pet? Make your Mistress proud now.”
The slave nodded, her eyes shut, a madonna smile on her lips. Amira stepped back and gave the cane two cuts in the air. The rattan swished impressively. She then placed the tip of the cane across the slave’s exposed buttocks to get her aim and distance right. The first cut was swift and landed hard, bouncing on the soft skin of Angel’s bottom. She winced but did not cry out.
Rose let out a small startled cry, which seemed to break the tension. Amira smiled at her audience. The slaves still all faced their Mistresses, foreheads on the floor. This display was not for their worthless eyes.
The second blow was the same as the first, as were the next dozen. Now the slave was beginning to whimper, her body bathed in sweat. Samantha wondered how Angel would be able to give a safe word to make the caning stop with such a large gag in her mouth. Her dismay must have been easily read on her face.
“Don’t worry, Sam,” said Amira, “she is well within her limits. We discussed it over a wine earlier; she loves it. Don’t you, my pet?”
A nod of the head from Angel seemed to agree with her Mistress. Amira now changed her technique. She selected a riding crop from her quiver of punishment tools. Angel’s legs were spread wide by the angle of the cross. Now her Mistress began to slap lightly between Angel’s legs with the flat leather pad of the crop. Sam could see her eyes open and close like a startled animal with each blow. Angel shuddered and her nipples became even more erect as the slapping on her crotch became harder and more insistent. Suddenly the slave girl cried out around the gag.
