The Domme walked away and returned with something. She talked to her sub in a low voice that was almost soothing, but Christy couldn’t hear what she was saying.
The whole time, Zach continued to take pictures from every angle.
Mistress Donna had a remote for the suspension gear and she lowered the sub.
The Domme nuzzled Vicky’s breasts with her face then began licking her nipples, teasing them into hard, taut nubs.
Vicky moaned from behind her gag as Mistress Donna licked and sucked her nipples. Even as she hung in the air, the sub arched her back and squirmed from the erotic sensations.
When she drew away, Mistress Donna reached for Vicky’s nipples, continuing to talk to her with everything she did. She pinched them then attached nipple clamps with ball weights on them. The sub cried out from behind her gag and squirmed in her bonds as the weights hung down, pulling her breasts.
Christy winced at the thought of weights like that on her own nipples.
“Be quiet or your punishment will be more severe.” The Domme took one of the floggers off of the wall and started flogging Vicky with slow, sure strokes. “I don’t like a bad girl. You know that don’t you?” Mistress Donna had in intensity to her voice now.
Vicky nodded as she cried out behind her gag.
“You deserve to be punished, don’t you?” the Domme asked.
Again Vicky nodded and made a muffled sound.
“Will you ever play with another Dom’s sub again without permission?” Mistress Donna said in a harsher tone.
Vicky shook her head.
More muffled cries came from the sub as Mistress Donna spun her around while flogging her. Somehow the Domme managed to make the whole thing look sensual… And hot.
Mistress Donna used the remote to lower Vicky, using the controller to pull on the torso harness to turn her right side up and then set her on her feet.
It didn’t take long for the Domme to remove most of the sub’s cuffs and the body harness. When all but the wrist and ankle cuffs were off, she told Vicky to stay put as she went to the drawers and pulled out a small harness. She returned and put the harness over the sub’s face and strapped it on.
Mistress Donna put the handle of the flogger on one of Vicky’s shoulders and pressed down, indicating the sub was to get on her knees.
As Vicky knelt, Christy realized that she’d forgotten for a moment about being in a cage, gagged, against her will. Watching the Domme and the sub was incredibly erotic and Christy felt an ache between her thighs that surprised her.
Zach didn’t look at her, his focus on the Domme and her sub as he photographed the pair. He still wore all of his clothing, jeans and a T-shirt and running shoes.
He never touched Mistress Donna or Vicky and didn’t interrupt them as they played.
Was this for Christy’s benefit? Was he keeping his distance from the women so that Christy would believe that all he did was take BDSM pictures?
“Lower yourself to the mat.” Mistress Donna rubbed Vicky’s shoulder, as if soothing her with her hand as she helped the sub down. With her wrists cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t have done it by herself.
Mistress Donna seemed to be tough with the sub, yet at the same time Christy could tell that the Domme genuinely cared about her sub.
“Don’t move.” Mistress Donna gave the order to Vicky in a firm tone. The sub just lay on the mat with her ass in the air, her knees slightly parted, giving a clear view of her pussy.
Heat in her cheeks, Christy looked away from the sub. She’d never seen another woman like this before. Instead, she watched the Domme as she went to the drawers, pulled open a drawer, and took out a stainless steel ass hook. She paused to put a condom on the hook, grabbed a bottle of lube then went back to her sub.
Christy’s nipples tightened as she watched the Domme lube the hook then put the round ball of the hook up to the rosette of Vicky’s ass. The ball was at least an inch and a half in circumference and the rest of the hook probably half an inch round.
Mistress Donna worked it and the sub moaned as the ball went in, leaving the curved part of the hook with an eyelet in one end.
“On your belly.” Mistress Donna helped Vicky all the way down. Then she clipped the wrists cuffs to ankle cuffs, hogtying the sub.
“How are you doing?” Mistress Donna asked her sub.
Vicky made a sound like a little moan that sounded like a moan of pleasure, not at all like she wasn’t enjoying this whole thing.
“Good, because I love it. Love how you look.” Mistress Donna took a short chain and clipped one end to the eyelet at the end of the ass hook. Then she pulled on an O-ring at the top of Vicky’s head harness and pulled her head back at the same time she clipped the chain from the hook to the O-ring, forcing the sub to keep her head back while the ass hook pulled deeper into her ass.
The entire time this was happening, Christy almost wished she had her hands free so that she could make herself come. It was all so hot and turned her on so much that she didn’t know if she would have been able to stop herself. It wasn’t a girl-girl thing… It was the sensuality, what the Domme was doing to her sub, and how she cared for her sub.
When Mistress Donna was finished hogtying her sub, she left to go back to the drawers, and she pulled out one of the incredible vibrators that Zach had used on Christy. The Domme put a condom over the end, plugged it in then returned to Vicky. She put the vibrator slightly under the sub’s pussy so that it was resting on the sub’s clit.
Mistress Donna turned on the vibrator and Vicky cried out behind her gag and squirmed.
“You like that, don’t you,” the Domme stated.
Vicky made an affirmative sound.
Mistress Donna turned off the vibrator and the sub whimpered. “Do you want more?” The Domme asked.
The sub made another sound of need.
“Will you remember my rules this time?
Vicky whimpered and Christy took it as another yes.
Mistress Donna turned the vibrator back on and the sub moaned behind her gag.
Christy squirmed in the cage. The whole scene made her want to be in the sub’s place but with Zach handling the vibrator.
She frowned. No, she didn’t. Zach was holding her against her will and he actually played with other women. She was just another play toy to him.
Vicky cried out behind her gag, drawing back Christy's attention. She saw the sub’s body shudder and the sounds she made behind her gag.
“That’s a good girl.” Mistress Donna turned off the vibrator and set it aside.
When Vicky was fully free, gag removed, and unplugged, Mistress Donna hugged her and held her for a moment.
“Did you have fun?” Mistress Donna asked.
Christy heard Vicky speak for the first time as she nodded and said, “When can we do it again?”
Chapter 11
While Mistress Donna and Vicky took showers in the private shower room just off the dungeon, Zach went to Christy and opened up the cage.
“I’m going to take the gag off,” he said, “because I have to leave the dungeon for a few moments and I don’t want a gag to be in anyone when I’m not here. I wouldn’t leave you alone at all if I didn’t think you would be safe with the ladies here.” His dark eyes held hers “Promise you won’t bite if I take out the ball gag?”
“Let. Me. Out. Of. Here.” Christy said the moment he removed the gag. She glared at him. “I’ll scream.”
He sighed. “Go ahead. I’ll be back before they get out of the showers and no one will hear you here anyway.”
Christy’s insides burned as he left and they kept burning as he returned.
The women came back fully clothed in normal, every-day clothing. Vicky’s hair was damp and she wore no makeup, and the Mistress’s makeup was more subdued than it had been when she and her sub had played.
Christy would have screamed and begged them for help if she thought it would do any good.
“Thank you,
Zach.” The Domme went up to him. “We appreciate you fitting us in.”
“Yes, thank you,” Vicky said.
“You’re welcome.” He smiled and gripped hands with each of them. “You know your way out, ladies?”
“I think we can manage,” Donna said with a smile and she and Vicky left.
After he closed the door behind them, he turned to Christy. She glared at him and would have spit fire if she it was at all possible.
He crouched down beside the cage. He was so handsome, with his well-cut Grecian features, his black hair that she almost forgot how mad she was at him, and broke down right there.
“I can’t believe you locked me up.” She yanked against her ankle and wrist cuffs. “You’d better let me out of here, Zach Nikas, or you will regret it.”
“Just hear me out.” He pushed his hand through her hair in a frustrated motion. “Give me a chance to explain.”
“I saw what you’re doing.” She clenched and unclenched her hands. “You’re ‘playing’ with other women.”
“You still don’t understand.” He sighed. “Christy, I don’t want to lose you again. I need you to believe me in this.”
“What’s to believe?” she snapped.
“Photographing BDSM play was one of my businesses.” He raised the professional camera that he had set beside him. “This one happens to tie in with my passion. You can see I was fully clothed. There was nothing sexual between the women and me.”
“Is that why you took pictures of me and you when we played?” Heat made her body burn. “Because of your business? Because of your passion?”
He rubbed his temples with his thumb and forefinger. “No. That was just for us.”
“Unlock my wrists and ankles.” She pulled against them and tried for another tactic. “Please.”
For a long moment he studied her, then slid his hand into his front pants pocket and drew out a key. He stood and reached in and unlocked the locks from the cage at her ankles and her wrists, but he didn’t take off the cuffs and he kept her wrists secured behind her back.
He helped her to stand inside the cage, then picked her up and set her on the floor.
She wanted to kick him in the shins and run, but she supposed that might be a little childish of her. Instead she took a deep breath and raised her chin. “Take off these cuffs, Zach, now.”
He shook his head. “Not just yet.”
Pain welled up inside of her. “I was cheated on once, Zach. I’m not going through that ever again.”
“I’m not cheating.” His gaze hardened. He took her by her upper arm and practically dragged her toward the large TV screen that hung on one wall, near the desk and chair. He pushed her down in a chair in front of the screen.
“What are you doing?” She frowned when he wouldn’t let her stand. Before she could try again he clipped her cuffs behind her to one of the chair’s spindles.
“You’re going to watch this.” He went to the desk and returned with a remote control. “What you’ll see is everything from the start of the session to the end.”
Since she didn’t have a choice she set her jaw and stared at the screen. When it started, on the screen Zach was sitting behind his desk and Mistress Donna and Vicky were seated in front of it. The two women had their clothes on, the same clothing they were wearing when they’d left.
He had one set of papers in front of Donna, and another in front of Vicky. The onscreen Zach said, “Everything we do here is recorded from the moment you enter this dungeon to when you leave. This is for legal purposes only. I do not use the video for any other purposes.”
“Okay,” the sub said, and the Domme added, “Of course.”
“Just so we understand each other,” he said as he pointed to lines on the pages for them to read, “This describes the scene and what will happen and you are consenting to what will happen. It also says I have the exclusive right to use all the images that are taken of you.”
“Understood,” the Domme said and the sub nodded in agreement.
“Vicky, are you at least nineteen?” he asked.
“Yes.” She had a soft, pretty voice. “I’m twenty-three.”
“Let me see your driver’s licenses, please, both of you.” He took one from the sub then ran it through a special scanner that she’d seen somewhere else. It was obviously to make sure the license was legit.
He went through several other conditions then had each of them sign two copies of the forms. He gave them each a copy and kept one for himself, which he filed in a drawer.
“You ladies get ready, and I will make sure I’m prepared,” he said as he stood.
Christy frowned as she stared at the screen, watching everything that was happening. Was he telling the truth? Or did he not participate in this one later, for her benefit?
“This part gets a little boring, so I’ll speed it up,” Zach said to Christy and he raised the remote. He fast-forwarded until the Domme and sub came out of the shower room and then let Christy watch as the session began.
It wasn’t long before the onscreen Zach looked toward the dungeon door, set down his camera and left. The door was not onscreen, the camera only showing at an angle from the desk to the play area.
A little bit later, she heard Zach’s voice and him telling the Domme and the sub, “She’s supposed to be here for the next shoot but wants to play a little since she’s here early.”
And then from that point on the scene was as Christy had watched it unfold. He fast-forwarded once it got into the part that Christy had already watched.
The whole thing was recorded through the moment the Domme and sub left the dungeon.
Christy sat still as she let everything settle in her mind. Zach came up behind her and unlocked her cuffs.
She stood and looked at him, her chin raised. “All right,” she said. “How do I know this isn’t just an example of you photographing and not playing as a part of business?”
“Would you like to see another?” He walked to the set of drawers beside the desk and rolled open a drawer. It was full of DVD jewel cases. “Pick any one you want.”
She followed him and looked in the drawer. The cases were labeled, numbered, and organized by date. She picked up one at random and handed it to him. “This one.”
He took it from her then loaded the DVD into the player. Again he pointed the remote at the TV and a similar scene unfolded with a male Dom and a female sub signing papers, and then changing into latex outfits and playing.
“Well?” Zach paused it and looked from the screen to Christy. “Do you see all of the lighting in the room? It’s set up for this. From time to time I rent this dungeon out to others from the same club that participated in the auction, I am just very discreet about this due to my other businesses. I started doing this years ago. I separate my business from my personal time here.
Christy frowned. “Are you telling me that you don’t have photos of women you have played with yourself as you did me?
“I told you,” he said. “I have dated women and this is a part of it. I am monogamous in a relationship.”
“Where are the other photographs, with those women?” she asked.
“I deleted the photos for both women when we broke up,” he said. ”They asked me to and I did it.”
She gestured to her surroundings. “Then why this huge dungeon with showers and a desk and a TV?”
“I did it for myself,” he said. “I can afford it and I always wanted a dungeon, and I appreciate quality. I used it for my business and my fun. But now it doesn’t get used a lot because I hadn’t found the right woman.”
She raised an eyebrow. “You’re telling me that you don’t play just to play for fun?”
“No, I don’t.” He shook his head. “I need the emotions involved to play. I used to do casual play, but it was empty. You may find that hard to believe, but that’s the truth.”
Christy studied him, trying to sort through what he was telling her and what her feelings were about it al
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He pointed to his laptop. “You can go through anything and everything you want to on my computer and in my archives in every hard drive I own. You will see nothing personal in there for the past two years, since I broke up with my last girlfriend.”
“Do you have a website where you post some or all of these photos?” she asked.
“It’s a website I sold. I no longer have it but it does have my old work on it. I no longer contribute to it.” He touched his laptop. “Would you like to see?”
She shook her head. “Maybe later.”
“Did you take video of us?” she asked instead of responding to what he’d said.
“No.” He shook his head. “I did record every session so that I have a record of everything that has happened in this room including consent. This is the kind of business where you need to cover your ass. I have the consent on video because I don’t know the submissive she was working over.”
“When did you start doing this?” she asked, still trying to absorb the whole thing.
“About five years ago.” He gestured to the room around them. “That’s why I have such a large, well-equipped dungeon.”
“That makes sense.” She pulled at lace on her corset. “How often do you do this?”
“Quite a while ago it was once a week.” He leaned back so that his ass was resting on his desk, his arms folded across his well-muscled chest. “I paid the models and prepared and posted the video and photographs on the website. It just got to where it didn’t feel right. I didn’t like to be a part of the website business. It was an issue with the last relationship I had and I just sold the business and quit. Now, like I said, it is infrequent. Maybe three to five months apart at most for old friends only who ask me to do it for them.”
A part of her felt better now that she understood. But a part of her wasn’t sure she could accept that he did this with other people, even if he didn’t participate.
“Here’s my portfolio.” He handed her a large black book that had been on the file cabinet. “Look it over.”
She opened the big book on his desk and started flipping through the pages, one at a time. The photographs were amazing. So clear and beautiful. It wasn’t some hackneyed job for cheap thrills.
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