Next Door Neighbour

What Gerry hadn’t seen in his brief time in the cottage was that it had a basement. Laura led him down the steps and when she turned the light on he gasped. It was a fully equipped dungeon!

It wasn’t Laura’s place but the Mistress who owned it was happy to rent it out.

‘Strip!’ she commanded and Gerry complied immediately. She buckled a thick leather collar around his neck and strapped his wrists together behind his back with a leather strap. ‘Kneel!’ and he did.

Over his head she pulled a soft leather hood. There were no eye holes just two holes under his nose and a zip covering his mouth. There were laces on the back of the head which when she pulled them tight drew the leather against his skin until it was extremely tight.

Another strap joined his ankles together and a short chain linked his wrists to his ankles. His cock was fully erect she noticed. It wasn’t a surprise!

Laura left him kneeling on the cold floor whilst she disposed of his clothes in the fire and changed into a black leather outfit; a tight fitting top that showed off her ample bosoms and a short skirt plus knee length leather boots.

She buckled a large dildo around her waist and stood in front of his kneeling form. After unzipping his mouth she forced the dildo in; ‘suck it!’ she commanded as she drove it right is causing him to gag. She felt him licking with all his might as she pushed it in and out. There was a puddle of drool on the concrete floor by the time she stepped back and removed the rubber from his mouth.

As Gerry licked his lips Laura forced a large ball into his mouth and secured it with straps that went over and around his head. She connected a chain from a ring on the top of the harness to a hook on the ceiling to keep him in position. It was time to warm up his nipples.

From a rack on the wall she selected a small whip. It may have been tiny but the braids were made from very hard thin rawhide strips. Her aim was perfect and the scream of agony from Gerry delighted her as the whip created a perfect set of red lines across his chest right across the tips of his nipples.

One stripe was not enough and by the time she put the whip away there were several lines intersecting on each nipple and Gerry was clearly in distress. Laura by contrast was wet between her legs.

She picked up a hypodermic syringe from the table. It contained a yellow liquid and half of its contents went into the tip of his left nipple and the rest into his right.

Whilst the liquid was doing its work she freed him and made him lean over a wooden horse. She manacled his wrists to the legs on one side and his ankles on the other which nicely exposed his rectum.

The dildo around her waist was still wet from his saliva so she was able to force it deep inside Gerry quite easily. She was sweating by the time she stopped the rape. She had experienced multiple orgasms and needed a drink. She left Gerry strapped down; he wasn’t going anywhere and relaxed with a glass of wine for an hour or so.

After changing into outdoor clothes she returned to the basement she smiled at his still body – it looked like he was asleep; the drug was working. He woke with a start as he heard her footsteps and she stood in front of him and looked at his nipples. They had doubled in size and were both a deep purple colour. She clicked one with her fingernail and was rewarded by a muted cry from Gerry; the drug she had injected did what it said it would.

Laura unstrapped Gerry and he feel to the floor with cramp. She removed the gag and the hood and once he had lubricated his mouth he shouted at her and she stood and smiled.

When he had finished she said sharply; ‘let’s get one thing straight Gerry; you came running to me and no-one knows you are here and you don’t know where you are. You will please me until I let you go. Do I make myself clear?’ Gerry nodded and hung his head.