Toy Dolls 19
Date Thursday, March 28, 2024 - 06:18 PM PST
Topic Entertainment


I looked to Rose and saw that she had been watching the proceedings avidly from my lap. For a few minutes we sat and watched the group around us degenerate into several smaller groups, some in various states of arousal and some intent on conversation. I asked Rose about her needs and received a contented "I have everything I need right here Master" in response. For the moment I too was content to watch the Brownian motion as people spun off one group and joined another. Smaller groups were created and dispersed as the noise level rose and merged to become a calming background buzz. I leaned into my cushion and pulled Rose to me so that she lay with her head on my chest. I stroked her back and arms with one hand while I held her with the other and felt myself drifting into a mid-afternoon nap.

I woke in a dark room, everyone had left and I was alone, the cushion underneath me had gone hard and cold and for a moment I was afraid a rainstorm must have broken one of the windows and soaked the room. Then my eyes began to adjust to the light and I realized I was not in the tree house, I was somewhere else. I looked around at the small room as my eyes began to adjust and I was just able to make out a few details in the murky light that came in through a shrouded window. I was alone, I knew that, somehow. I was completely alone but not for long. Soon I would have company, it wouldn't be the company I wanted, but it would be the company I had to settle for.

I rose from my bed and paced the room for a few moments. I idly tried the door but I knew it would be locked. That was OK too, it was the mistress's way of showing me she cared. I knew there was someone else who would take care of me, but tonight I couldn't remember who it was. My memory lay in a protective ball, clutched around something too awful to see. I tried to remember but it hurt too much and I lay back down on the hard cold bed to wait; unthinking once again.

* * *

I woke again, this time with a gasp, Rose sat up beside me, and her sleepy glazed eyes were full of concern. "What's wrong Master?" I fumbled for a cigarette before I answered.

"It was a bad dream, I think I was Dream for a moment, locked in a cold room afraid to think because something had been done to me that hurt me too much to remember." I clenched my fist and watched coldly as the ruined ends of my cigarette dribbled loose tobacco into my lap. I stubbed the lit end out in an ashtray and looked around.

The room had emptied in the time I was napping, there were a few people scattered around, and most of them were dozing in the sun or holding whispered conversations huddled down in their seats. I looked to Rose, she sat attentively waiting; concern written across her face. "I'll be OK Rose, I heard what Francis said about waiting and being patient. I just hope I don't have to be patient for long." Her lips twitched in the beginning of a smile and I kissed her gently. "Really, it's going to be OK. We'll get Dream back. We just have to do so without putting her in greater risk than she already faces."

Rose nodded, she still looked worried, but there was a hint of excited anticipation on her face as well. I decided that what was needed was some kind of action to clear our minds and fill the time while we waited. I stood and Rose came with me. I held her leash and her hand in mine and asked if she knew where Devon would be. When she shook her head we wandered off together to go look.

After a few false starts, we came back to the stairwell through which we had entered the tree house. When no one stopped us, I led Rose back down the spiral. When we reached the bottom, I chose the path on our right instead of the one that I knew would lead back to the exit. I had been curious about this second option, and I didn't want to risk stepping out of the trunk of a tree while someone was watching. The tunnel led in a straight line for quite a while until we reached another stair and when we ascended it was only for a few steps.

We stepped out of a hidden portal directly into a stone walled dungeon. Rose gasped and I stared. Here was a vast playground of bondage equipment. We stepped into the room and began wandering from one item to the next. The first thing I saw was a massive wooden X bolted to the wall. It was padded with thick black leather and restraints dangled from each arm. Rose touched the leather lightly and I was interested to see her nipples rise in response. I made a mental note to get permission to try that one.

The next piece of furniture was a high-backed chair; it was set in the corner so the angle of the stone walls behind it made it look like a throne. I must have looked confused because Rose stepped forward and lifted the seat to show a second leather ring complete with thigh restraints below the innocuous upper seat. This hidden seat was again padded with leather, the restraints would have forced the slaves legs wide so that everything was exposed, and the lifted upper seat would have pressed their chest out so that male or female they presented their charms delightfully. Rose reached around behind the seat and presented a set of straps, evidently secured to the back of the arms so while they hung concealed, they were always at the ready to further restrain the subject of this piece. I watched Rose's reaction as she showed me the details and I saw that she was becoming visibly aroused. Her breathing was shallow and fast and her eyes were glazed with lust.

I decided to make a game of the show and tell. I had her remove her shirt and told her she was to show me each of the devices in order. Meanwhile, I would be caressing her body, pinching her nipples, sliding my fingers between her thighs and in general attempting to make her forget what she was saying. She grinned and nodded her agreement as she pulled the blouse over her head and handed it to me. We progressed to what looked to my eye like a padded saw horse. Rose began to describe the various tortures that it could be used for and I ran one finger lightly down her spine.

"And you can strap your slave to-" I cut her off by pinching her nipple particularly hard. She gasped and turned to me obediently.

"Tell me all the things I can do to you with these toys Rose, not an unknown slave. I have to have some idea of what to do when I get permission for us to play down here." She flushed and I could see the color spread across her breasts as my words penetrated her arousal. She took a deep breath and continued.

"You could spread my legs over this center bar and lean me forward, to these straps here." As she leaned forward to gesture to a pair of leather restrains I ran my fingers up her thigh and along the tendon until I was almost touching her outer labia. Her voice caught for a minute and then evened. "If I were tied like that I would be completely exposed from the rear and my breasts would be free as well. As you can see there are clips here," She leaned forward again. "And here. They are to attach to my nipples. Oh Master!" She couldn't help herself as I slid one finger along the length of her highly aroused sex. She caught herself on the crossbeam of the horse and looked over her shoulder at me as I withdrew my hand to examine the glisten of girl juice on my fingertips.

"Did I say you could stop the tour Rose?" I asked nonchalantly while I looked only at my fingertips. "If you stop again I may have to put you over my knee and give you a spanking!" She leapt as I brought my hands together in a clap. When she turned to lead the way to the next implement I leaned over her shoulder and whispered in her ear. "And I'm not sure which would be more fun. You are performing marvelously my dear."

Rose's grin widened and there was a strut in her step as she eagerly led me to a latex-coated pole. The latex looked like it had been painted on over some form of padding, and the pole itself was nearly two feet around. From the top hung two heavily padded restraints, and on the side by the wall, a small crank protruded from the pole near the floor. "This is the pole, I know it has another name, but I find my mind has gone blank." She giggled and I kissed her behind the ear.

"That's OK Rose, just tell me what it is for." I could feel the heat rising from her as she continued.

"Here you can see the pole has restraints to hold me either facing you," She demonstrated by turning away from the pole and holding her hands, wrists crossed, above her head. The sight was amazing. Her breasts jutted forward and her entire body was taut. I ran my hands over her chest while she continued. "Or facing the pole." She turned slowly; keeping her wrists crossed, and leaned her hands on the pole above her head. This time her ass was presented and I lifted her skirt and aimed a light tap at the soft flesh just where cheek met thigh. She shivered beautifully and then turned back to me, lowering her hands as she spun. "The crank on the other side can be used to raise or lower the chains." I grinned, my mind full of ideas at that description.

"And what is this device for?" I gestured at the next item on our tour. It looked like a cylinder, cut in half and set on its side. The top of the half-cylinder was about a foot tall and in the middle protruded what looked like a small, ridged cork. The entire thing was on a slightly raised padded area and there were wires leading from the front of the device to something in the back that I couldn't see. Rose stepped on to the platform and began to gesture.

"This, Master, is called a Sybian fucking machine." There was a definite note of interest in her voice and she was shifting from foot to foot nervously. I stepped up behind her and ran my hands over her shoulders and down her sides. While she stilled, I didn't think the contact helped calm her in any way. She continued carefully while I caressed her stomach lightly from her hips to just underneath her breasts. "The purpose of this is to cause orgasms. The cork thing is there to hold a number of different attachments." She stepped around the device and I followed, letting my hands roam lower so that I was again caressing her inner thighs. "Here we are." She opened a cabinet I had not noticed before. Inside were ten or more silicon phalluses, some doubled so that they looked like two fingers poking into the air, some were massive and some were very small. They all came with some form of testes or a textured pad. A single ended clear dildo caught my attention, it was about my size, and where the scrotum would have hung on most there were hundreds of soft silicon protrusions. I looked back at the machine and then at the dildo.

"So I could place this dildo on that cork and it would hold it in place, and then place you on the dildo. I can understand that so far. Then what?" I punctuated my question with another intrusion between her labia. She was swollen and slick with arousal now and two fingers met no resistance. Rose caught her breath and held very still while I rocked my fingers back and forth. I slipped a third finger around to catch her clit so that each time I moved my hand I was rubbing lightly across her hood. She gasped and reached out to brace herself against the wall. When she looked over her shoulder at me her pupils were dilated and her lips were swollen and taut with excitement. I kept the motion going for a few minutes longer until her breath was coming faster and I could tell she was close. Then without any warning I pulled my fingers free and swatted her skirt covered rear, harder than before, but not hard enough to redden the skin.

"Go on Rose, this is fascinating." I commanded in as even a voice as I could. My blood was up as well and I was having a hard time concentrating on her words. Rose's hands were now floating through her gestures and her voice had taken on a huskier tone.

"Once I am seated on the machine, you can take the controls." Here she leaned over and reached directly behind the cylinder. I resisted the urge to do anything more than lightly touch the small of her back while she presented herself to me. I did however enjoy the view quite a bit. She then stood, holding a small box in her hand. I could see wires trailing down to connect to the front of the machine. "This is the controller Master. It will send vibrations through any attachments you choose, straight into my clit and labia and through most of my body as well." She was having trouble speaking now as she stared at the machine.

"I don't see any straps or cuffs on this one." I observed. I slid two fingers inside her as she turned to replace the box; she froze again and braced herself against the floor as I slid my fingers in and out while I listened to her gasps. Her stomach was fluttering in a clear signal of her nearness now and I slid one finger slowly along her clit until she was nearly there. I Then pulled my hand free and commanded her back to her feet. "What about the straps Rose?" I was barely tracking the conversation, but I did enjoy the momentary look of intent on her face. I was not sure what she was intending, but I had learned that I would enjoy it.

"The straps? Ah, there aren't any straps Master. In the case of this device, most masters prefer a more up-close and personal approach." She knelt suddenly so that she was on her knees at my feet. I could feel her super heated breath through the leather of my pants, and we were both trembling with barely contained desire. She reached up to guide my hands to her shoulders and continued. "You see Master, when I am kneeling on the machine, all you need to do is press down on my shoulders. You can shove the dildo deeper into whichever hole you have chosen and keep me here, all at the same time." She was speaking directly into my erection like a microphone. I could see her hips twitching as she tried to grind on empty air. I let her stay there on her knees for a moment longer while I enjoyed the heat of her breath and tried desperately to contain myself for a little while longer. I was enjoying the anticipation too much to end it and I wanted to see her explode first.

I slid my hands behind her shoulders and down her back for a moment, hugging her tightly to me. That was almost my undoing as she opened her mouth and I felt her tongue swirl across the leather encasing me. I moved my hands quickly and lifted her to my feet, making sure to show her my smile when I did. "One more Rose, there is one more item on the tour that you haven't shown me. What does this do?" I gestured to a raised dais in the middle of the room. This circle was higher that the one under the fucking machine, and more heavily padded. Above the dais hung a suspended mass of mesh and leather. It looked almost like a folded hammock.

"This Master?" Rose turned to look at the final item on our tour. Her eyes were completely glazed by now and wherever I touched her skin, she pressed herself to me and began to rub. When she stepped up to look at the dais and the hanging mesh I stepped directly behind her so that I pressed the length of my hardness directly into the line of her backside. She whimpered and arched her back for greater contact. She was dancing a slow sinuous dance against me when she began to speak. "This is a swing Master. The entire purpose is to hang me from the ceiling and-" Her voice broke off as she leaned forward to touch the swing. When she did, she had to spread her legs for balance and that brought the entire over-swollen nerve bundle of her clit into direct contact with my crotch. She froze on the brink of orgasm, unsure what to do and I reached down to grab her hips and pull her against me.

In the same moment, I lifted my hips against her and spoke in a low clear voice. "Cum, Rose. Cum now." I thrust again and she screamed. I felt her hand fumbling with my crotch and leaned back just long enough for us to get my zipper undone. I slid free of the leather and shifted my hips just slightly to bury myself in her wet heat. Rose leaned forward and braced her hands on the ground to thrust against me while I reached for the chains above her head to keep the power of her movements from pushing me off my feet. Her entire body was in climax now as she writhed and rolled her hips against my pelvis, and the motion was enough to set off my own explosion. Rose reached for the chains next to my own hand and lifted herself to her feet so that she swayed, nearly suspended in mid-air while we rode our pleasure to the end.

Finally, spent and trembling I slowed and stopped my motion. Rose leaned forward until I slipped free from her clutching body and then she spun to kneel at my feet where she sucked my softening member into her mouth and proceeded to send aftershocks of pleasure through my body while I hung from my grip on the chains. When I was completely spent, Rose stood and carefully zipped up my pants. She wrapped her arms around my waist and pressed her head into my chest where I could hear her voice.

"Now that was fun Master. You may not have years of experience, but you have a wonderful imagination."

"Believe me Rose, at least half the pleasure was all mine." I laughed and held her to me with my free hand. My other hand was still clutching the chain and when I tried to open my fist I found that I had clutched the chain so tightly my knuckles were bruised and the skin was broken. Rose kissed my fingers one by one while I stared at the indentations ruefully and kissed her bent head.

When I looked up, I saw that it was dark in the room. Soft light filtered in from casement windows I had not noticed before, but where when we entered the room it had been late afternoon; now it was the fading light of dusk. I turned Rose in my arms and kissed her again. Gentle kisses and promises of more passed between us until I remembered the fading light. "Let's hurry back my slave. We'll be unable to see soon if we wait too long." She looked up and I saw the realization dawn on her face as well.

"Yes Master." She reached for my hand and we hurried from the room, back through the hidden door and into the tunnels below the forest.


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