Quick note- As I add new characters to the story, you can check back in the authors note chapter, where I will be adding new character information and mood boards. Creating mood boards helps inspire me and keep my characters straight in my head, and hopefully it does the same for you. I will try to indicate when I add a new main character, so you will know to go look for their spot in the Authors Note. We do have three new main characters in this chapter!!!
With no further ado, I present you with.... the dungeon chapter. 😉
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Matteo pushes open the heavy doors, and leads me down a dimly lit stairwell. Any normal person would run for the hills at this point, but my arousal and pure curiosity drive me forward. He never releases my hand, keeping me close. We reach the bottom of the winding staircase and turn down a corridor. The hallway opens up into a chamber lit by flickering candles placed in sconces around the room. It truly looks like a sophisticated castle dungeon, with stone walls and deep mahogany wood panel floors. I can see several hallways that run off from this main area, in the corners of the room.
A faint dark techno beat plays in the background, and people move around all over the room. As my eyes adjust I notice equipment that I have read about and seen online, such as the St Andrews cross. In one corner, a woman is cuffed onto one of the crosses and is blindfolded, nearly naked except for her lace lingerie. She cries out as her Dom teases her body with light taps from a leather riding crop. On a platform towards the middle of the room, a woman kneels, completely naked, holding a submissive posture with her head bowed and her arms behind her back. She has a thick black leather collar around her neck with a delicate silver chain attached. A man in a smart black suit vest, leather gloves, and tightly fitting black slacks holds the end of it in his palm, standing close by. People are milling around the area, some stopping to admire the act of submission, others talking to the dominant.
I notice that it is not just male Dominants and female submissives. I spy several same sex couples and quite a few intimidating women walking around with men on leashes in tow. The air is filled with a sense of excitement and lust, and everyone seems to be enjoying themselves, full immersed in the fantasy.
Matteo watches me look around, allowing me a moment to get adjusted. He gently tugs on my hand, and we start walking again, moving around the room. "This is the main dungeon," he says softly. "These hallways lead to a few other smaller rooms like this one as well as a plethora of private rooms. Each private room has different equipment and theming, but they all have a viewing room with one sided glass, so people can see in, but the people inside cannot see out. When you rent one of the rooms you have the option to lock the door or leave it open, inviting people to watch. There's a few dominants that I know of that frequent those rooms, and enjoy providing demonstrations. After you've had your fill of looking around here, I'm taking you to explore a few of those." I gaze up at him, hearing everything he says clearly but not comprehending anything. I'm too preoccupied taking in the scenes unfolding around me. "But first," he continues, "I have a friend I want to say hello to."
My eyebrows shoot up. He's going to just go talk to his friend, in a sex dungeon, with me on his arm? I feel embarrassed but slightly excited at the prospect. He senses my nerves and stops our walking for a moment, gently raising a hand to my cheek. "It will be good for you meet a few people tonight, trust me. Just follow my lead and it will be fine." I nod, looking up into his eyes. He chuckles darkly. "Someone's gotten all shy on me, hmm?" He purrs, and my eyes dart away, my face flushing bright red. He firmly grasps my face in one hand, forcing me to meet his gaze.
His eyes harden. "I believe I was speaking to you, pet. You don't look away from me." He releases me. "Yes sir, I'm sorry." I breathe, the words coming to me automatically. A thrill dances down my spine as I take in his look of approval. "Good girl." He purrs and I feel like I might die right there on the spot.
He leads me over to the platform where the woman kneels, and we approach the dominant standing close by. "Morris," Matteo says, "What a pleasure to see you." The man smirks, eyebrows rising in pleasant surprise. "We'll I'll be damned, the Devil finally returned to New York. Are you back for good this time?" The men clap each other on the back in greeting, seeming like two old friends reunited. "Oh yes," Matteo replies. "I've officially moved back to New York." Morris smiles, pleased with his reply. "Well that is just wonderful. We've certainly missed you around here." Matteo nods in agreement. "So," he says silkily, slowly circling around the platform, admiring the woman kneeling upon it. I feel a stab of jealousy, watching him take in her naked figure. "What have we here?" He asks.
Morris smiles and I detect a glimmer of pride in his expression. "Hell froze over, man, that's what happened. I finally collared a submissive. This is Nina." Matteo raises his brows, seeming mildly shocked. "Oh is that so? Well," he says, turning to face the woman, eyes roaming over her body. "You seem to have done an excellent job with her training. Well done." Morris smiles and I get the sense that is considered high praise in this world. My jealousy fades slightly, as I realize he wasn't looking at her body, he was simply taking note of her posture. "What about you," Morris asks. "Taking on a new submissive? Or training her for someone else?" He peers down at me, and my eyes snap to the ground, my face on fire.
"If I train her, it will be for myself." Matteo says smoothly. "She's a friend of Peter's submissive. I'm taking her under my wing, she's new to the lifestyle. But she seems to have the makings of a great sub, she's very... responsive, and naturally obedient." My cheeks heat up even more at the way Matteo nonchalantly speaks about me to a total stranger. Hell, Matteo himself is a total stranger. Instead of anger, though, I feel a twinge of pleasurable embarrassment and arousal. What the hell is happening to me? My mind screams.
"Are you enjoying your first look at the dungeons?" Morris asks and my heart jumps into my throat as I realize he's speaking to me. My eyes snap to Matteo, and he smiles at me. "Go on," he urges. I swallow, and I feel uncharacteristically nervous. I speak to powerful men every day in my line of work, and I never feel intimidated. "I'm enjoying it so far."
I say softly, and Matteo clears his throat slightly. "Sir!" I add quickly. "I'm enjoying it so far, sir." I murmur, feeling more embarrassed than I ever have in my entire life.
Morris smirks, and my eyes once more fall to the ground. "Glad to hear it," he says. "Welcome to our world." I detect a hint of amusement in his tone, but it's not malicious. I slowly meet his gaze once more and I find him smiling at me. "You're in excellent hands." He tells me. I nod, peering back over at Matteo. He gets the silent message that I would like to move on, and he bids his friend a good evening, leading me away.
We don't get very far before another person greets Matteo. "Oh my..." the woman purrs. "I thought you'd abandoned us forever." My eyes narrow slightly, but the jealous twang in my stomach dissipates as I take her in. There's no way in hell she is Matteo's type. Not that she's unattractive, because she's actually gorgeous. Jet black hair cascades down her back, and her lips are painted a blood red. Her amber eyes are accentuated by a dark shimmery smoky eye and strong, sharp winged liner. She's dressed in leather and fishnets, and towers above me in red bottomed black leather boots. She exudes dominance, in a similar way to Matteo but in a more sophisticated, distinctly feminine way.
"Oh, you wish you got off that easily," Matteo replies, humor in his tone. "But unfortunately, I have returned to ruin this establishment with my presence." He smiles, and the woman embraces him. "So marvelous to see you darling," she says happily.
"Heather," Matteo says to me, "Meet Mistress Natalia." I look up to meet her gaze. "Well aren't you just precious." She purrs. I blush and look away. "She's a bit shy," Matteo says to her, and I'm grateful that he doesn't prod me to speak to her. She's intimidating, and I honestly am feeling a bit overwhelmed. He rests his hand on my lower back, and tells Mistress Natalia that we have a tour to finish. She smiles and nods, stepping out of our way, and he leads me away, down the dark hallway.
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