The Collaring of Chloe

Chapter 7: The Void

As they descended the dim staircase leading down beneath Master's large and beautiful home, Chloe imagined the room that waited below. She'd been within many 'dungeons' before, chambers furnished and stocked for the use of BDSM play, typically set up with many large devices that resembled torture equipment. In truth, most of such devices were based on actual medieval devices for that very purpose, but re-engineered for safety and to allow the 'torture' to be focused more on torment for pleasure, not actual torture.

Some such playrooms were smallish, repurposed bedrooms with a few things installed, limited in size and scope by the limits of a budget. Communities would sometimes pool resources to set up a larger, shared, space somewhere, maintained by the members, for everyone to make use of. These were often set up in large basements or small private houses containing multiple areas or rooms and lots of different devices for all manner of play. Many that Chloe had seen were decorated to suggest an ominous atmosphere, as though one were entering a torture chamber, which, to a degree, they were.

Many others she'd seen were designed with a cozier feel, meant to impart a safe place to let oneself go. Communal spaces often had different areas lain out for each type of feel, allowing those who wished to impart anxiety to use one end and those seeking comfort to use the other. Master Heron's space had been so set up, divided into two rooms, one all metal and dark lined constructions, the other room a warm red color with softly padded devises and erotic, but soothing, images.

Since hearing that Master did have a dungeon below the house, Chloe had been trying to conjure up her expectation of what it would be like. Master's home was unlike any other home she'd ever been in, so well furnished and appointed, but with everything so decidedly focused towards the sensual. Every room of the house had some sort of reminder of the lifestyle, even if very subtle, such as the use of O-rings as pulls on the dressers in her room, to the less subtle fixtures on her headboard meant to attach restraints to or the dining room table that always gave Chloe a sense of arousal when she looked at it. Most rooms of the house had erotic art of one kind or another in it, leaving nothing to doubt for any visitor that the man who owned this home was a very sexually oriented person.

More though, it was the overall sense of class and elegance of it all that had really struck her. Even the most erotic images she'd seen had such beauty and artistry to them that they could simply not be thought of as anything lewd or course. Nothing felt pornographic, no matter how intense the depiction, such as the large painting of a trio, a woman and two men painted in a faux-Japanese style, engaged in vigorous intercourse that she'd caught a brief view of in one of the downstairs rooms. Instead of coming off as perverted, the piece made her think of something poetic and emotionally intimate, the tears on the woman's face as she kissed one of her lovers in the painting bringing forth thoughts of the deepest love.

She felt certain that the theme would extend here too, to a room intended for nothing but the most carnal of uses. Somehow, she just knew, Master would have found a way to mix both the ominous and the soothing into one room, would have art so intensely sexual as to arouse any viewer, without ever seeming dirty or perverse. It would be stocked with all manner of device and span the breadth of a massive chamber.

As she entered, she found, to her surprise, that only the last part of her expectation was true. What she entered was, without doubt, an impressively vast dungeon with more devices and play stations than she'd ever seen in a single space, even a community dungeon. However, it was not filled with art or erotic images, nor was it a miraculous mixture of both fearsome countenance and comforting tone. Instead, almost every wall was fitted with floor to ceiling mirrors, set almost seamlessly side-by-side, making the dungeon seem almost infinite in size, reflected and re-reflected in nearly every direction. Inset ceiling panels produced diffused ambient light throughout that the mirrors seemed to increase exponentially, making everything seem lit from everywhere with a soft suffused glow. The floor was made of a deep, dark blue, polished marble-like surface, smooth and clean-looking, giving the impression of walking across something ethereal.