A Week In A Dungeon ~ Day 2

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~~~Day 2~~~ Ashley wakes up. Her bare feet ache from being cold for too long. Her body is stiff and everything feels sore. She gets up onto her hands and knees and notices she’s still wearing the leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles. She motions to remove them, but is interrupted. “I think you can just leave those on dear,” Miss Rose remarks. “I think they look quite lovely.” “Alright,” Ashley mumbles, still waking up. “Good girl.” Miss Rose opens Ashley’s cage and attaches a leash to her collar. Ashley stays on her hands and knees and begins to slowly follow Miss Rose. “What are you doing walking around like a dog?” Miss Rose inquires. “Am… I not supposed to?” Ashley stutters. “I never asked you to do that dear! Stand up, please. I’ve got a surprise for you, for spending that long night by yourself.” Miss Rose smiles gently at Ashley and pulls out a blindfold. “I want you to wear this as well. Alright dear?” She asks, gently. Ashley nods and the soft satin material is secured over her eyes and ears. Her sense of touch and smell immediately heightened. “Follow me,” Miss Rose whispers. They walk off together. Ashley wonders where they are going. ~~~~ Miss Rose doesn’t pull hard on the leash at all, but Ashley can feel the weight of the small metal chain on her neck, it’s surreal. She feels like she’s being controlled, but comforted and cared for at the same time. Miss Rose stops walking and Ashley senses this, stopping herself. Her bare feet warming on this new floor. “Do you trust me?” Miss Rose, asks. Ashley wonders quickly, what the implications of this question might entail. But she seems to answer almost out of instinct, surprising herself. “Yes, Miss Rose.” Just as the words leave her lips, Ashley is pushed from behind, causing her to let out a yelp of surprise. She tries to brace herself. Fwoosh. Ashley lands on a very soft surface. It feels like a bed, a big one. “Was your trust rewarded?” Miss Rose teases. “Yes!” Ashley can’t help but smile a little. “Are you comfortable enough?” “Yes, Miss Rose,” Ashley speaks, obediently and with genuine gratitude. Then she feels her left hand gently tugged to the side. “This is just routine hun. Need to make sure you are secure.” Miss Rose locks both of Ashley’s wrist restraints to the corners of the bed. Keeping her flat on her stomach, arms outstretched. Ashley breathes in deeply. The blankets feel like heaven on her tired body. What she wouldn’t give to curl up in the sheets and sleep the day away. Miss Rose begins to brush Ashley’s hair. Long, soft strokes of the brush cause Ashley to almost purr. “Do you like this?” Miss Rose giggles. “You have no idea!” Ashley says, melting into relaxation. Her mind wanders and she forgets where she is. With the blindfold on, time goes by without her knowledge. Helpless to just feel what Miss Rose treats her to. Ashley hears a bottle being squeezed, and Miss Rose’s hands rubbing together. Then the softest and strongest touch on Ashley’s shoulders. The oiled hands of Miss Rose perfectly massage Ashley’s almanbahis şikayet sore muscles all the way down her back. Ashley feels an immense release of tension. Suddenly the warm hands disappear. “Oh, I’m sorry dear. I didn’t ask for permission to touch you. That wasn’t in your contract.” “Oh, no that’s okay. That felt lovely,” Ashley says, yearning for it to continue. “Do I have permission then? To keep going? To touch you?” “Oh, yes.” “Yes, what?” Miss Rose asks, matter-of-factly. “Yes, you have permission to touch me Miss Rose.” “Good!” Miss Rose chirps, with a smile. Now, she places her hands onto Ashley’s feet. Her thumbs roll over their arches causing Ashley to breathe deeply, almost musically. “I used to be a masseuse you know, in a past life,” Miss Rose giggles, full of charm. “Ohh, I can tell!” Ashley praises, almost drunkenly. “I used to be… I don’t know. I’ve never really been anything before. Not really.” Miss Rose runs her glistening fingers between Ashley’s toes, gently rolling them around. Ashley feels like her soul is being touched. She has never had a massage like this before. One that felt so… intimate, so comforting on a level she couldn’t understand. “Well, you are a very good model, dear. You made someone very happy last night.” Miss Rose’s voice is soft and caring. “Really?” “Yes. I know you could be capable of so much more though.” As she says this, Miss Rose places two of her fingers against Ashley’s pussy. Her white panties quickly become dark with sexual hunger. Ashley lifts her head, slightly panicked. What’s happening? Why would she do this? Why is my pussy aching to be touched by her? “Relax dear. You are doing wonderful. I’m going to take your panties off now.” Ashley mumbles something, but it’s not words. Miss Rose slowly pulls Ashley’s panties over her ass, biting her lip in satisfaction at finally getting to see the young woman’s ass. Small, but still plump and firm. Ashley feels more exposed than ever in her life. Yet she notices how passive she’s being, how intense the butterflies in her stomach are, how excited she is. Miss Rose takes the panties over Ashley’s knees and they fall off her ankles. “Good girl.” The words from Miss Rose make Ashley feel loved. Like a soft kiss and a warm hug. Miss Rose attaches Ashely’s ankles to the the bottom corners of the bed. At this point, Ashley has let go. Her arms and legs spread apart, helpless to do anything, blindfolded. Her pussy throbs in baited anticipation. Ashley bites her bottom lip, waiting, hoping. Then without warning, Miss Rose is inside her. Two fingers slide into her folds. “Oh my god…” Ashley whimpers. So slowly, Miss Rose glides her long slender fingers deeper into Ashely’s cunt. They rest inside of her. Then they begin to move. Back and forth, in and out through a puddle of Ashely’s juices. “Your pussy is so wet dear. I think I could drink from it.” Miss Rose licks her lips as she fucks Ashley with her hand. Ashley is hypnotized by the building pulse in her cunt. It screams at her how almanbahis canlı casino bad she wants this, needs it. Miss Rose moves her thumb over the girl’s clit and Ashley shivers in pleasure from head to toe. “It’s like you’ve never been touched before,” Miss Rose purrs. Ashley has to fight the intense waves of pleasure washing over her body to get the power of speech back. “I haven’t!” She blurts out. Her hands now tight fists, her mouth open, gasping for air. Miss Rose softly dances her thumb around Ashley’s swollen button. She is perfect in her technique. Managing to keep her fingers sliding in and out of Ashley’s cunt and still having her thumb rub with exact pressure on the clitoris. Ashley begins to writhe in pleasure. Panting loudly and rubbing her body against the bed as her wet cunt accepts Miss Rose’s fingers. Miss Rose presses her fingers down onto Ashely’s G-Spot. “Fuck!” Ashley screams, in uncontrollable delight. Her pussy, her insides, aching and pulsing with warm, intense pleasure. “Are you going to come dear?” Miss Rose asks, love in her voice. “Yes! Yes, Miss Rose!” “Oh…” Miss Rose says, quietly. She stops what she’s doing. Ashley goes rigid in panic. No, she can’t stop, not now, please god not now.  “I… I don’t understand,” Ashley whimpers, confused. Miss Rose removes her hand from Ashely’s soaked cunt. Her fingers drip. “I shouldn’t have done that,” Miss Rose states. She unlocks Ashley’s ankles. “That’s okay. I really, really didn’t mind!” Ashley barters, not caring how desperate she sounded. “No. It’s really a contract problem. You are being paid to model, not be touched.” Ashley feels herself shrivel. Loneliness pinches at her neck for some reason. “Are there contracts… for touching, then?” Ashley questions, shyly. “Why, yes there are! And, we could pay you three times as much dear.” Ashley’s blindfold is lifted off her face. Miss Rose holds a contract in front of her. Ashley had missed seeing Miss Rose. Her beautiful tall slender legs and gorgeous eyes. Miss Rose places a pen in Ashley’s right hand, still secured to the bed. “I haven’t read it though,” Ashley says meekly. “I have. Do you trust me?” Miss Rose states, gently smiling. Ashley pauses. The past 24 hours of her life, she couldn’t believe were real. Her life before has all but disappeared. Lost in a new world of sex and lust and control and helplessness and adventure! Ashley signs the contract. “Oh, you are such a good girl. I think you made the right decision.” Miss Rose bends down to Ashley’s face. Ashley can smell her beauty. Miss Rose moves closer, until her tongue reaches out and wets Ashely’s lips. Ashley jumps forward, shoving her mouth against Miss Rose’s. Their tongues try to wrap around each other. Ashley is lost in the moment and she doesn’t care. Finally, they separate. Ashley is quivering for more affection. Miss Rose stands back up and throws the blindfold back on Ashley. “You have a lot to do today dear. I will take you back to your cage.” Ashley is unhooked from the bed and almanbahis casino her collar is re-attached. Once off the bed, Ashley’s collar is tugged and she helplessly follows Miss Rose. ~~~~~~~~~ Back in her cage, Ashley sits silently. Wondering what is to happen next. “Oh Fuck!” Ashley says, loudly to herself. How could I have forgotten my fucking underwear? What’s wrong with me? Ashley, just now realizing that Miss Rose never gave them back to her. Only wearing her bra now, Ashley suddenly feels cold and naked… and hungry. ~~~~ It feels like an hour has gone by. Now no longer warmed by sexual frustration, her stomach begins to rumble. It’s been at least 18 hours since she’s last eaten something. Ashley imagines being back on that soft warm bed, with Miss Rose. Eating warm bread with chicken or steak. Guzzling some deliciously sweet red wine. “Hello!?” Ashley belts out, immediately regretting it. “God you are an impatient little slut!” The familiar voice of mistress calls from the other side of the room. Followed swiftly by the cruel clicking of her heels on the concrete floor. Was she there the whole time? Watching me? Just waiting for me to say something? “I’m sorry. I’m just…” “I’m sorry, Mistress! Yes, you are and you will be. That’s two things now that you are going to have to get punished for.” Ashley begins to tremble, suddenly feeling fear in her spine. “I’m really sorry Mistress. I don’t want to be punished. I’m already cold and really hungry. I’m sorry!” Ashley pleads, honestly. Mistress sighs gently. A smile graces her face for a moment. “I know you are. I know you’re sorry and cold and hungry. But unfortunately, only good girls get rewards and you only get fed, when you’re finished your chores.” Before Ashley can speak, Mistress covers her cage in a black sheet, taking away all vision outside. Many footsteps are heard, and Ashley’s cage is lifted off the ground and onto something else. Something with wheels on it, as she now can feel herself being pushed along the floor. Ashley begins to breathe quickly. She tries to keep herself calm. She knows Miss Rose would not let anything bad happen to her. She has come so far already and in the back of her mind, she can feel herself hoping for more. As she’s being carted into the unknown, images and feelings flood through her. Of Miss Rose’s smell and the way she brought her to the edge of complete pleasure. Ashley’s pussy starts to throb again at just the thought of this and she thinks about touching herself, to satisfy her need. But she knows the blanket could come off her cage at any moment and she’d be in serious trouble no doubt, for masturbating in her cage. Ashley adjusts herself in the cage and presses her thighs together. The slight pressure pushing the folds of her pussy together, just enough to glean a bit of pleasure from the sensation. Her cage stops moving. She feels it being lifted off the trolley and back onto the floor. Mistress’ voice pierces through the bars of Ashley’s cage, “Can I trust you to be a good girl?” “Yes, Mistress,” Ashley quickly responds. “I bet there are a lot of things you want right now. Yes?” Mistress requests. A million thoughts begin to scamper through Ashley’s mind. Oh god there’s so much. No wonder I’ve tried to stop myself from thinking about them.

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