Raven's Seduction

by M T Stone

“I’m sorry, deep within a hill would’ve been more accurate,” he replied as the car came to a stop. “Welcome to the dungeon, Raven.”

  My heart was racing and I was so nervous that my hands shook as I clutched onto my purse and grabbed his hand to lift myself out of the car. I had been nervous before in my life… my first date, prom, giving my first speech, giving birth, but I had never been this nervous. I was absolutely terrified as I stepped from the car into what can only be described by the word he had just used - a dungeon.

  Why the hell did I decide to go first?

  Chapter 4

  Gunner

  That first night when Raven and I met, she seemed more nervous than anyone I had ever worked with. Most of my subs had previous BDSM experience and were generally much more sexually promiscuous than she seemed to be. That made me even more excited to introduce her to a whole new world of pleasure. I knew that I was going to blow away any preconceived notions that she had about BDSM and bondage. She was going to experience things that she couldn’t have possibly imagined at the time.

  She looked like a doe in headlights as I helped her from the car and she saw that we were truly entering a dungeon. In the daylight, the outside of the building looked like any other old commercial building that had seen its better days. The lower entrance, however, looked as if it had actually been an eighteenth century dungeon. Originally designed to be a slaughterhouse, the owner died before it was ever put to use. I was never quite sure why someone would have built an underground slaughterhouse in the first place, but it sure made an incredible dungeon.

  The visual effects of having the steel rings protruding from the walls, where cattle would have been tied up, and the racks hanging from the ceiling where carcasses were meant to hang, mixed perfectly to provide for a terrifying visual backdrop. The cool dampness and slightly musty odor only added to the sensory overload that most newbies experienced during their first visit. I could feel her hand trembling as I led her down a dark, narrow corridor to the room where she would spend the next hour with me. I had to wonder if this woman would be the first to shout out the word Red, ending my fun. I have my doubts. She seems like she might be a fighter.

  “I’ll need you to sign these liability release forms before we get started.” I handed her the five-page document and pointed to the signature line.

  “What am I releasing?” she asked, her eyes widening once again.

  “It basically says that you understand the risks of what we are about to do. It mostly applies to the higher levels, unless of course you have a bad heart,” I explained. “It also makes this whole thing legal.”

  “My heart is perfectly healthy. I’ve been feeling every heart beat for the past ten minutes.”

  “This place has a tendency to get the adrenaline flowing. That’s the whole reason for being here right?” I just loved how intimidated she looked while she stood there pretending to read the fine print.

  “Yeah, I can honestly say that I’m not the slightest bit bored right now,” she joked as she tried to steady her hand long enough to sign her name.

  “Slip off your shoes and take a seat. I have a few questions for you.”

  “Alright,” she replied, kicking them off quickly and taking a seat on the couch.

  “So tell me, why are you sitting here, Raven?”

  “When the lady was describing what you do here, she used two of my favorite words… multiple orgasms.” She giggled.

  “Have you experienced multiple orgasms before?”

  “Yeah, my ex used to do that for me. Sex was our strong suit.”

  “I can understand how you would miss them.”

  “I really do. Most men that I’ve run across since him have been pretty lame in bed. There should be instructional videos that they have to watch before they are allowed to date,” she said with a smirk.

  “It’s nice to see you lightening up.” I walked around behind her. “So tell me what turns you on?” I whispered in her ear.

  “Men like you,” she said, turning to give me a coy smile.

  “Excellent answer, but I was thinking more along the lines of your favorite way to get off. How do you do it when you masturbate?”

  Without a word, she held up two fingers and smiled.

  “So you’ve got a sensitive clit, that’s good. How about your G-Spot? Do you ever make yourself come that way?”

  “I can’t really reach with my fingers and I don’t like dildos. They have never gotten me off.”

  “Interesting. What if I told you that within the next fifteen minutes I will have you begging to be fucked by a dildo?”

  “I don’t think I would believe you.”

  “You told me in the car that you’re a strong-headed woman. Are you ready to submit?” I asked, but it didn’t seem to register. “I asked you a question! Are you ready to be completely controlled and utterly dominated?”

  “I thought you said there wouldn’t be any pain tonight?” she asked, fear creeping back into her expression.

  “There won’t be any pain, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t dominate and control you,” I said as I unbuttoned my shirt and tossed it to the side. “In fact, I’m going to make sure that you’re fucked within an inch of your life.”

  “Oh shit,” she blurted out, sensing the beginning of our session.

  I definitely like this woman. “Now take off your clothes!”

  Raven

  Just as I was beginning to feel comfortable, his personality suddenly turned dark. His cool, blue eyes were now cold as steel and his sultry voice that had been making me feel giddy was no longer soothing. I stood up and pulled one strap down over my shoulder trying to look confident.

  “Let me help you,” he growled, grabbing the hem of my dress and pulling hard, just as I released the second strap.

  “Sorry, I’m new at this.”

  Without a word, he grabbed my shoulder and turned me away from him. I could feel his hot breath against my neck as he moved his hands along my body. The scent of his cologne combined with spearmint gum caught my attention as his hands diverged. One began to explore my breasts while the other went south.

  “It’s hard to believe that you can’t find a good man to violate a body like this,” he whispered as his hand slipped between my trembling legs.

  “All of the good ones are married,” I said as if we were having a casual conversation.

  “Shhh! You don’t speak unless I tell you to,” he snarled grabbing me by the throat. “And no, all of the good ones aren’t married.”

  Shit, that probably wasn’t the right thing to say to a single guy. He wrapped his left hand uncomfortably around my neck, as the fingers of his right hand began to work my folds right through my drenched panties. Just relax, I thought to myself as I found myself instinctively resisting him. My mind was struggling between the heat that was being generated below and the grip that he had on my throat.

  “You’re already wet. Are you a little slut?” he asked, continuing to stroke my swelling pussy lips.

  “No!” I said instinctively. That was one thing I had never been called in my life!

  “You’ll address me as ‘sir’!”

  “Yes, sir,” I replied, remembering the BDSM research I had done online.

  “If you’re not a slut, then why are you about to get naked and violated by a man you met less than an hour ago?” He breathed in my ear.

  Fuck, that’s a damn good question. “I don’t know, sir.”

  “I think it’s because deep down you are a dirty whore,” he growled back.

  “No, I was just tired of my boring life, sir.” My mind was frantically trying to rationalize the situation.

  He didn’t reply, but instead snickered in my ear. I took that as a good sign. “Let’s see if I can give you what you want, you little whore.”

  I really don’t like that word. Being called a slut is bad enough. I didn’t say a word despite the fact that he was looking for a response. Without another word, he grabbed me by the h
and and led me through a doorway into a larger room. Wow, this looks like some type of prison cell from the middle ages! Could this place be any more intimidating?

  “Here is your first challenge,” he informed me as we stopped at a wooden table that looked like it came straight out of a nineteenth century gynecologist’s office. Did they actually have gynecologists back then?

  My mind snapped back to the present moment when he told me to remove my bra and panties. Remembering his prior impatience, I removed them as quickly as possible. He simply smirked at me, as I stood there awkwardly in front of him, completely naked.

  “Take off your necklace and earrings as well” he commanded, holding out his hand.

  Seriously? I can’t even have a little jewelry on? I handed him my earrings and began fumbling with the clasp on my necklace. “Could you help me out here?”

  “I’ll wait,” he replied, keeping his hand outstretched.

  I know he’s just doing this to rattle me, as if I’m not already nervous enough. My fingers were trembling so bad, that I just couldn’t get the clasp to open. I must have fumbled with it for nearly a full minute while he stood there coldly staring at me. Finally, it let loose. Thank god! I was on the verge of just breaking the fucking thing.

  “I knew you could do it,” he said as I handed him the necklace.

  “Thank you for being patient with me, sir,” I replied in an attempt to gain favor.

  “Up on the table,” he directed without a second of hesitation.

  “Yes, sir,” I said as I climbed onto the cold hardwood surface. My body was already glistening with sweat, despite the fact that it seemed quite cold in the room. I never sweat, not even when I workout. I definitely should’ve kept up with my workouts, I thought as his eyes traveled the length of my body.

  “Lay back,” he said as he moved to the foot of the table.

  It’s an antique birthing table, I suddenly realized as he lifted my left leg and strapped it to the adjustable footrest.

  “I want you grab hold of those handles,” he instructed as he finished strapping in my second leg. “The only way you will experience pain tonight is if you let go of those handles.”

  “Yes, sir.” I really don’t need any pain right now. My system is already on overload. I can’t believe I’m so sweaty. This is really embarrassing.

  “I want you to hang onto those handles and stare straight at the ceiling regardless of what I’m doing to you. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir. Hang on and stare at the ceiling.”

  “If you have the urge to look down, just close your eyes instead,” he said as he snapped an examination glove on his right hand. “Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.” I’ll never look at my annual visit the same way again.

  “Are you ready for the most intense orgasm of your life?” he asked as he looked down at me with those incredible blue eyes. I felt better after seeing that his chest was glistening with sweat as well. Maybe it is hot in here. I was too excited to tell.

  “I’m ready, sir,” I replied after a brief hesitation.

  “Do you remember your safe word?”

  “It’s Red, sir.”

  “Don’t ever say it, unless you mean it.” He snorted, slapping his hand on the table next to my head. “If you do, it’s over!”

  “Yes, sir!” Jesus, I would hate to see him if he was actually mad.

  “Don’t you dare move a muscle, I’ll be back in a few minutes,” he said as he turned and walked back toward the door that we had entered.

  Seriously? He is going to leave me like this? My initial impulse was to lift my head and look around the room, but I was afraid that he might be watching me, so I simply stared at the ceiling. I could feel a bead of sweat traveling down the side of my body. I just have to relax. As the room became quiet, I realized that my heart was still racing. I must be insane for doing this.

  The silence also brought out other sounds that I hadn’t noticed, like the shrill screams of other subs. One woman in particular yelled, “stop!” repeatedly before having what seemed to be a gut wrenching orgasm. Obviously, that’s why they use safe words, because you aren’t instinctively going to yell out ‘Red’ in the middle of an intense orgasm. I wondered if I would be able to handle such intensity. Lying there listening to what that woman was going through on the other side of the wall was an incredible turn-on. In fact, as I listened, my fear and nervousness began to transform into sheer lust and desire. Hopefully that’s what’s in store for me. I’m ready to let Gunner test my limits.

  ~~~

  Chapter 5

  Gunner

  Standing in the doorway, I was impressed by how well Raven was obeying my orders. She kept her hands on the handles and stared at the ceiling, just as I had instructed. The cries from a slut next door were echoing through the corridor, which is why I left the room momentarily. I wanted her to hear first-hand how intense it was going to be. There was no way to describe it. It had to be felt, or at least witnessed.

  Raven was the most intriguing woman I had met in some time. She appeared to be a strong, professional woman, rather than the porn starlets and BDSM junkies we normally entertained. I had two goals going into that first evening together: To make her beg for a dildo and to get her to admit that she was a filthy dirty slut. It will be fun to push her buttons.

  “Are you listening to the girl next door?” I asked as I walked back into the room.

  “Yeah!” she said lifting her head and looking at me.

  “Oh, baby, you were doing so well. You were supposed to keep staring at the ceiling.” Even though I wanted her to do exactly what she just did. “Now I’m going to be forced to use the blinders on you.”

  Raven

  Truthfully, I was so horny by the time Gunner came back that I just had to steal a glimpse of his sexy, shirtless body. I wanted to have that image of him burned into my mind as he drove me into fits of pleasure. If the girl next door was any indication, I was in for the night of my life. I’ll wear the fucking blindfold. It was worth it! I’m not exactly sure why I was suddenly so brave, but something primal had clicked within me and I was up for the challenge.

  “This will not only blindfold you, but it will also secure your head to the table,” he said as he tightened the cord. “There will be no more lifting your head.”

  “Thank you, sir,” I replied with a new sense of confidence.

  “Do you need me to secure your hands to keep you out of trouble?” he asked, obviously reading my mind.

  “Yes, sir,” I replied, surprisingly excited by the idea of being completely restrained.

  “You really are a dirty little slut aren’t you?” he asked me once again.

  “No, sir. I just like to orgasm, sir.” I had been thinking about how I would respond the next time he asked me that question.

  “You like to orgasm with strange men, but that doesn’t make you a slut?” He pressed.

  “No, sir,” I answered again, firmly standing my ground.

  “I especially enjoy breaking the feisty ones.” He snarled as he tightened the final restraint.

  I tested the restraints and was shocked to realize just how tight they were. I couldn’t move a thing except my fingers, toes, and lips.

  “Do you need a ball gag, too?” he asked after seeing my lips moving.

  “No, sir.” I really didn’t need anything more for the moment, my heart rate once again felt as if I was wide-open on a treadmill.

  “Alright, but if you don’t behave, I’m going to gag you. I won’t take any shit from a newbie. You understand?” he asked as I heard the snap of a second surgical glove.

  “I understand, sir.”

  “You’re a fast learner,” he commented as he ran his fingers along my jawline and down to the center of my chin.

  “Thank you, sir,” I replied feeling as if I had found the key to an easier session.

  “Are you trying to suck up to me slut?” He growled, grasping one of my nipples between his gloved
fingers.

  “No, sir. I wouldn’t do that, sir.”

  He grabbed the other nipple and squeezed both of them firmly. “That’s good because I don’t like suck-ups! I don’t want you to say another word until I ask you a question. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  Being blindfolded and restrained definitely heightened my other senses. My nipples continued to burn for several seconds after he released them and moved on. I listened to his footsteps as he moved from one side of the table to the other. Then everything fell silent. I couldn’t tell if I could hear him breathing or if it was just my imagination. It makes me nervous when everything is so quiet. I’ll bet that’s why he doesn’t want me to speak. He’s trying to freak me out. After a few more seconds, I felt his gloved fingertips touching my nipples once again. This time he was gentle, softly caressing them to make up for the harsh treatment a few moments earlier. My body definitely responds more to this than it does to the rough treatment, I thought as I felt a rush of blood to my privates.