“Stand in the centre of the room please and continue to finger yourself.” She was making him hot, her body his to control. “What is your safe word, kitten?”

“Red.” She let out on a breathy sigh. He nodded and smiled. Neil had nipped down and set a few things up before he brought her to the cellar.

The room was her wet dream. She inhaled deeply, the scent of leather stinging her nostrils. She blinked her eyes for a moment to adjust to the dim lighting. Candles gave the only light to the room. The flames flickered in the light breeze of the dungeon, the wicked lapping fire formed shadows over the room, an intimate dance of teasing. She could feel chills on her nether regions. It created a sensuous chill that rippled through her body and shot straight to her clit. Marie felt Neil’s breath against her ear before his deep, husky tones taunted her.

“While you are in this room you will do exactly as I say. In this room you are mine. I am in total control of your body and I am your Sir and Master. Does that make you wet, kitten?”

She swallowed. “Yes Sir.”

Anticipation, lust, and fear seeped from her pores, and coated the lips between her thighs. Her muscles were bunched together like she was ready to strike at something. A room that was supposed to inspire fear bloomed into a scene from one of her best fantasies. Neil stood to the side, watching her. He was feeding off her reaction. The more aroused she became, the more he was enjoying it. He’d planned his scene to allow him many options to arouse every inch of his sweet kitten’s body in the limited time they had. He bent towards her, none of his body touching her, just his breath and the feather light brush of his hot lips.

A new fragrance danced across her senses, woodsy, invigorating, and her eyes found the St. Andrews Cross. The Cross rested against the far wall. It was made of solid oak. Neil’s grandfather had been a furniture maker and instructed Neil on the fine art of carpentry in his youth. It rested in wooden brackets to stop its movement. Her pupils dilated and the walls of her cunt contracted. She felt a warm ache travel straight to her lower belly. Her clit pressed through the hood and she felt it throb with the beat of her heart. The roar of her racing blood filled her ears. Sweat beaded on the back of her neck and she fought to catch her breath.

“Ah, you like that cross, don’t you, kitten?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but he shushed in her ear. His tongue flicked out then he nipped at her dainty lobe.

“I can smell you, kitten. Are you ready to please me on the Cross? Pleasing me by letting me flog your wet little cunt?” He breathed in deep. “Your pussy smells good; I hope it is nice and wet for me when I spank it while you’re tied to my Cross.”

Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine such a beautiful room of domination. Her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat. It was a collision of hot and cold, thunder and lightning snapped inside her.

Four large silver rings hung from the ceiling. She had never wanted to be suspended, but the way they were spaced apart, and how they glittered in the pale light of the room, she suddenly wanted to see if she liked it. To her right was a spanking bench, two lower benches were on either side as if she would straddle the thing, her ass would be high in the air but her legs would rest against something comfortable. The walls all around her had silver hooks, and from those hooks rested toys of play.

Neil watched the gooseflesh rise all over her bare flesh, the swelling of her pupils. He knew what each item would do to her, and he knew what he wanted to do.

“I’m going to suspend you from those silver hoops. Stretch you out for me. I’m going to fuck every one or your holes till you can’t take it anymore. I’m going to please my needs in your mouth, in that tight little cunt, and in your ass. Each hole will be mine to take as you spread out just for me.”

Floggers, single tailed whips, canes, and a few riding crops. She wasn’t a masochist but God they looked foreboding and beautiful at the same time. Marie tried to swallow again but she failed.

“I will fuck you with the end of a bull whip.”

She sucked in a deep breath.

“I will fuck you in the ass with my cock while I tease that pretty pussy of yours with the end of a riding crop.”

She panted as her body trembled.

Her eyes came to rest on what looked like an old cabinet with three levels of drawers. This cabinet was Neil’s Grandfather’s, an old treasured piece of furniture. It was beautifully cared for, varnished to a silken sheen. Only Neil knew what was in them. He smiled as she looked. There were butt plugs, anal beads, vibrators, dildos plus rabbits and cock rings. Some naughtier objects were in the lower drawers, hooks and metal devices. He had Japanese ropes, silk ribbons and cuffs too.
For a man that hadn’t wanted to be a Dom at first Neil was now one of the best Dom’s she had ever known.

“Yes, kitten?”

Her gaze flicked over his shoulder and she caught the naughty sex swing that lightly swayed behind Sir. The man thought of everything. Even the walls were painted to represent old stones, the old white wash had dropped off in the damp air and Neil had lovingly plastered and painted it all to create that authentic dungeon look. He was very proud of how it looked and he could see Marie was too.

He had placed an old bed in the corner under the window, an old rickety affair with railed bed heads, and a grey blanket on an old almost flat mattress. Her heart beat nearly punched a hole through her rib cage. She finally saw the cage tucked into the far corner. It was a 3 foot high by 4 foot long cage with vertical bars and a shallow plastic mat along the base. She had talked about being in a cage like a proper kitten but she didn’t think her husband would go that far. Would he really go that far tonight? No, this was their first time, he wouldn’t push that hard, but she knew her Sir well, he would nudge at her limits till he got her to topple over the edge.

He pinched her right nipple hard till she emitted a squeak of pain. Her pussy gushed onto her finger and he smiled, his eyes glowing in the wicked candlelight.

“You like my cage, good kitten.”