Pleasure Dungeon I,II,III Package: Whipped into Submission, The Naughty Lady Gets a Spanking, Ginger and the Gadget in Her Rear

by John Rivers

  “One thing that compounds the problem is that it has to be a woman. Women in that trade seem to work better directly under a woman. Even when Ramsey was running the place, he let Patricia deal directly with the women.”

  Lana might have had more to say had she known what to say. As it was, the subject was dropped for the present.

  Later that night as Lana was preparing to take her nightly bath, she studied her body in the mirror. Taking a breast in each hand, she thought how the man with the dungeon had reached from behind to attend the ample orbs. Gordon had left no marks on her body, but her nipples had been a little sensitive for a few days.

  Thinking about the big dungeon, her thoughts drifted to the smaller dungeon in the brothel. She could only imagine how it was utilized on the few occasions it was used. She let her thoughts drift as far as to wonder whether her legs would reach the floor if she, herself, was mounted atop the smaller and cruder horse. Trying to recall in her mind’s eye, she simply could not say. It would be very uncomfortable if the top was splitting into one’s crotch. Apparently, the builder hadn’t used much imagination.

  Only fleetingly imagining herself “riding” that horse, the thought that had once flickered across her mind suddenly returned. She might be in a positon to learn exactly what it would be like to not only ride the smaller horse, but to work in a brothel. In fact, she might be a position to test the waters without making any commitment. What a wicked thought, she told herself. You naughty, naughty girl. Quit thinking something like that. You’re thinking like a whore.

  Like anything we try to force out of our minds, this thought kept coming back with a vengeance. Before she was out of the tub, the thought had returned.

  The next day after Walter left for work, she entertained herself by continuing to consider how she might use the situation not only to satisfy a new-found fantasy, but to satisfy her curiosity about being a “pleasure lady” in general. The first part of her plan was pretty well cut and dry. There was only one reason for being at the brothel. She needed to convince Walter to let her work in Patricia place until he found a permanent replacement. That would get her in the door so to speak.

  She couldn’t just outright ask Walter to let her work in the bordello. To seem too eager might cause suspicion. On the other hand, it might not. It almost seemed Walter wasn’t even aware she had a sex drive, but she wasn’t going to take that chance. She was going to convince him that it was her love for him that prompted her to leave the comforts of her home and go sixty miles away to prevent a business from going under.

  She had a secondary problem. Once she was in the door, so to speak, knowing she was the boss’ wife might make some of the women there more aware of her actions. If she could somehow get in that position, but pose as someone along the same lines as Patricia, someone experienced in handling a brothel and would only turn a trick if the mark was looking for an older woman, that would suit her purpose. Not that she considered herself an older woman, but she was older than the girls she’d seen the day they visited. Likely, they would accept anything she done without question.

  If she recalled correctly, she hadn’t been introduced as Walter’s wife. If she could get Walters cooperation, her plan would work, but she had her job cut out for her. She would start that task this afternoon when Walter came home.

  “Walter, I’ve been thinking,” Lana said as she took a seat at the table, “you may not realize it, but the last few months I have been getting restless from not having anything to do. I have been thinking seriously about getting a job. It doesn’t have to be much of a job, just something to occupy my time. Now, today I got to thinking how you need someone to run the ‘Pleasure Palace’ for a while. I thought to myself, I love Walter dearly and I know this place is his new pet project, not to mention him having almost a quarter of million dollars tied up in it. What he needs would not only get me out of the house, but save one of our properties.”

  Walter was shaking his head. “I can’t let you do that. You’re my wife, I can’t have you working in a whorehouse.” He shook his head again before saying, “What would people we know say if they knew you were working there.”

  She had known he was going to object, but his statement gave her an opening she hadn’t been expecting. “I got that figured out.” She held up a finger for emphasis. “It will only be for a short while, so let’s not tell anyone what I’m doing. When I say anyone, I also mean the employees at the brothel. I was never introduced as your wife. You could say I came with you to see the place in case Patricia had not wanted to stay. I don’t even have to be a girlfriend. All I have to be is an acquaintance with a little experience in that business. All I want to do is help you, honey.”

  Walter shook his head again, but this time with less vigor. He finally stopped shaking his head and said, “I’ll think about it.”

  Lana had one more point to make. “After all, as you know, the place is also half mine.”

  The next afternoon after coming home, Walter told Lana that he was reluctantly going to agree to her suggestion. He also stated he would expedite his search for a replacement.

  She would have liked to told him not to hurry with his search, but that might have cause a red flag to pop up. She’d worry about the replacement when that time came. By the time he found someone, if things weren’t going her way and she wanted to leave, that would work just fine. On the other hand, if things went like she hoped and she was enjoying herself, she’d see that the replacement never went to work.

  Lana had scheduled her session for today. Although she wasn’t aware of the fact at the time she’d set it up, it might be a while before she could get back. After next week, she was going to be out of town indefinitely. She supposed she could find an excuse for driving back, but on the other hand, she might be enjoying herself just as much up in Pahrump.

  There was a car in Gordon’s driveway that hadn’t been there the last time she was here. It could belong to Gordon, but she didn’t think so. The best she could tell, he kept his vehicle in the closed garage. It could be another client, she told herself, now worried that something could spoil this meeting. Glancing at her watch, she noted that it was still ten minutes until her “appointment.”

  She first thought of driving around the block and killing the few minutes remaining, but told herself that it was inevitable that she would incur other people if she did this enough. Likely the others she incurred would be women here for something similar to what she received. The possibility of running into someone she knew was astronomical. With that thought, she pulled onto the drive and parked alongside the other car. As if on que, a woman came out the front door. With her head down, she hurriedly stepped to the other car. Lana hadn’t got a good look at her. She had been too busy trying to keep her own head turned.

  She first worried that Gordon might be in the dungeon and not hear the doorbell. Apparent not; he answered promptly. However, she was surprised to find another man sitting on a stool at the breakfast bar. This man looked to be five and a half feet tall and extremely overweight. His presence was puzzling.

  “Susan, this is one of my friends, John. John does much the same thing as I do. He has a little dungeon a few miles from here. He uses my place when he has a client who wants something that he doesn’t have. You might have passed a lady on her way out. In fact, John was just about to go himself.”

  The fat man stood and extended his hand.

  Lana was certainly glad the corpulent individual was leaving. That was until she remembered something that had once briefly flickered across her mind. After what Gordon had done to her, she had let her imagination run a little wild. It stood to reason that like regular sex, these BDSM sessions would sooner or later get monotonous if repetitively given by the same man. She had only toyed with the idea of somewhere down the road having someone else administer one to her. Who or where that individual might be was something she would have to determine when and if the time came. With that in mind, the least she could do was to get this m
an’s address and phone number. One never knew. Besides, it might be a little kinky. For a moment, she visualized his short stubby fingers strumming her clit. The only problem was she couldn’t visualize letting the obese individual screw her.

  Taking the pudgy hand, she asked, “John, it’s nice to meet you. Do you have a business card just in case?”

  He did.

  As John was locating a card in his wallet, Gordon volunteered, “In case you know someone who might prefer John, him being a little older, I can tell you that John has been doing this more years than he cares to remember. He’s very, very good at what he does. In fact, he’s still teaching me a few things.”

  Pursing her lips, Lana acknowledged what he was saying. “That sounds great.”

  Extending a card in his pudgy hand, John offered a suggestion. “How would you like me to assist Gordon with a couple of things during your session? I’ve got a little time to spare and it doesn’t cost any extra.” He chuckled at the last remark.

  She almost said no. Then she thought about it. Huh, that might not be so bad.

  “I’m not sure I’m ready for two men to see me in the positions Gordon put me.” She paused. “Gordon, could I think about it over a glass of the wine you offered me last time?”

  Less than thirty minutes later, for the second time, Lana was completely naked and lying face down atop the “horse.” As before, her naked bottom was upturned for all those present to see. This time, instead of one man to view her most intimate areas, there were two.

  The fat man stood to her right side and handed that half of the strap to Gordon, who buckled them together across her lower back. The fat man had then taken her right breast in both hands and positioned it to be hanging free and not under her body. When it was positioned as he thought it should be, somewhat like Gordon, he had manipulated the nipple between his fingers. For some reason, he hadn’t pressed as hard.

  “Gordon going to do the spanking for the present. If you don’t mind, I’ll just stand here and massage your back. Would you like that?” John asked, leaning close to her ear to speak.

  Lana merely nodded.

  The fat man made gentle rotating motions along her spine. A moment later, Gordon began kneading her upturned buttocks much the way he had done before. He kneaded for a while before pausing to spread the lips of her vagina as if checking her for dampness. Lana suspected she wasn’t as wet this time as she’d been before simply because she was a little nervous. Never in her wildest moment had she pictured herself naked and with her bottom turned up to two men at the same time. But here she was.

  For a while, Gordon followed much the same pattern as he had the first time. He would spank her lightly for a while, then he would knead her bottom. Pausing in that, he would manipulate her breasts for a while. He would then spread her pussy as if verifying that she was becoming excited.

  After a while, the fat man removed one hand from her back and placed it around her right breast. Concentrating on that one orb, he pressed the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

  Gordon had just checked her pussy again when from the corner of her eye she saw him walk toward the wall and the whips. Selecting what she assumed to be the same whip he’d used before, he returned to stand behind her. He then began to use the all but painless toy.

  He had lashed her buttocks, the back of her thighs and her back when he paused. “John, would you spread her cheeks so I can get to that area too?”

  Without asking for permission, the fat man complied. Lana could feel the stubbiness of his fingers as he placed them between her buttocks and pulled her nether cheeks even further apart. Once he had them separated, Gordon lashed her anal area and down to her vagina. That tender region stung a little more than elsewhere, but she was still enjoying it. In fact, she was enjoying it so much she finally lost her resolved and whispered to the fat man, “Rub my pussy, please.” Gordon had paused the lashing.

  Rather than rub her pussy, with her cheeks still separated, John pressed the tip of a stubby finger against her butthole. “Honey, have you ever had anything here?”

  Somewhat surprised by the question, turning her head the best she could, Lana asked, “Are you asking have I ever been fucked in the ass?”

  “Not necessary that, but have you ever had anything put in there. I didn’t know whether Gordon put anything in you or not. You see, I find a lot of women like a plug once they try it. More so while they’re getting a spanking. Most of the ones who like it really like it and the ones who don’t, really don’t. How would you like to try a real small one and see how it feels?”

  Lana wasn’t sure. She had never had anything in her ass other than Mr. Chang’s finger and that didn’t count. She had never given it much thought. She knew people did it that way sometimes, but she had never been inclined to try. She started to say no, but then reconsidered. Since today was her day to get the royal treatment from not one, but two masters, why not try what one of the masters was recommending?

  “I’ll try a really, really small one if you won’t force it.”

  “Honey, if I see you can’t take it, I’ll stop then and there, ok?”

  “Ok.”

  “Gordon, will you bring me your smallest plug and some lubricant? Susan is going to try one. She’s never had one before.”

  Gordon was evidently finished with the whipping. He had put the handle of the whip in his hip pocket. Noting that John and Susan was discussing something, he was waiting to move on to something else.

  While Gordon was gone to bring what John had requested, the fat man moved to stand behind Lana. Again, she could feel the pudginess of his fingers as he spread her cheeks once more and began rubbing her butthole.

  When Gordon returned, John applied lubricant to her anus and massaged it in for a moment. Taking the butt plug, he slowly began inserting it. It was halfway in when it seemed her sphincter refused to loosen further. “Is that hurting you?” he asked.

  Lana had to admit it did, but since it was already started, she was willing to try a little harder to relax. “Go ahead.”

  “Would you like Gordon to rub you pussy while I try this again? Maybe that will help you to loosen up.”

  “Yes, please.”

  With Gordon stroking her clit, John pushed the butt plug back and forth to loosen Lana’s anus. It had to be the tightest one he’d had ever worked with. Being a good sport, Lana tried her best to let her sphincter relax. Just when it looked as if it wasn’t going to go without exerted force, the sphincter relaxed just enough for it to slip in.

  My lord, Lana thought, I have just let some strange fat man stick something up my ass. Have I lost my mind?” If she was losing her mind, she was certainly enjoying the loss. Even the little pain from the insertion hadn’t dampened the pleasure.

  After inserting the plug, the fat man stood behind her, squeezing and spreading her buttocks with his stubby fingers.

  “I don’t believe this is for me,” Lana informed John after having the object in her rectum for several minutes. “It’s starting to irritate.”

  “I understand. It’s not for everybody, but it didn’t hurt very much to see. Bear with me and I’ll take it out.”

  Her fingers now gripping the armrests, Lana concentrated on letting her sphincter relax until the damn thing was removed.

  “I should have told you, Susan,” Gordon laughed to say, “John tries to put one of those things up everybody’s butt. He had a meeting with the mayor once and he tried to put one up her butt. I’m keeping an eye on him in case he tries to stick one up mine.”

  Everyone, including Lana, laughed at the remark.

  That settled, Gordon unbuckled the strap and helped Lana stand. Her knees were a little wobbly. Just as they were headed to the table, John had a suggestion.

  “I bet when Susan was here before you put her on this side of the table and buckled her feet to the upright, am I correct?” When Gordon confirmed he was right, he continued. “Why not for the sake of variety, put her on the other side with
her feet pointed the other way and bring her legs up with the ropes. Have you done that?”

  “I have,” Gordon confirmed. “One time. It takes a little longer.”

  “It won’t with both of us here.”

  Having Lana sit on the opposite side of the table from where she’d sit before, John reached beneath and retrieved two lengths of rope. Each rope had a buckle attached to the end. He put a buckle around both of Lana’s ankles and drew them snug. Once her feet were secured, he handed one rope to Gordon.

  “Place this around that post and I’ll place this one on my side. We’ll then pull her legs back toward her head until her bottom is just off the table. She’ll then be in a good position for a spanking or anything else for that matter.”

  Lana had never been spread this wantonly nor this wide before. Hell, he wouldn’t have to spread my pussy now, she thought, it’s already spread as far as it will go. Now several inches off the table, her butt was also spread, leaving that tender area to the mercy of the little whip.

  Once John was satisfied she was properly positioned, Gordon resumed the “whipping” with the all but painless implement. Standing alongside, the fat man attended her breast. After a few minutes, Gordon stopped to check her pussy. It felt as if he had been able to spread it just a little wider. Giving her a couple of light slaps on the butt with his hand, he turned to the fat man.

  “John, I’m sure Susan wouldn’t want anyone watching what I’m about to do to her next. You, yourself, wouldn’t want to watch and that’s not to mention that I’m a little shy myself. I know you got other business to attend, so why don’t I let you take care of that?”

  Looking between her legs, Lana could see Gordon was removing a condom from his pocket.

  Chapter Four

  Lana drove up to Pahrump two days before Patricia was to leave. Walter said since she was only there to serve as cashier and to see to the daily operations, that should give her enough time to work with Pat before the other woman left. That should also give her enough time to get settled in and learn the basics. After all, she shouldn’t be there long.