Chapter Sixteen
Seth awoke in the morning as something heavy, warm and wet landed on his chest. He opened his eyes and saw his sister, standing next to the bed, naked, wiping her arm and chest with a wet rag. Glancing down, he saw that what woke him was another wet rag, undoubtedly dropped there by his sister,
"What's up?" Seth asked groggily.
"Next time you cum, try missing me a little," Sarah complained.
"Hey, if you don't like it, why are you in my bed," Seth complained.
"I guess it's an occupational hazard, or something like that," Sarah shrugged. She dropped the rag on the floor and climbed on the bed, sitting cross-legged at Seth's side. Seth couldn't help but notice the clear view it gave of her spread pussy.
"Sis!" he complained.
"You've seen it before, just like I've seen this," she said, pulling the blanket off of his cock. "Hell, I felt what it had to offer last night, so don't sweat it! Now tell me what you thought of last night."
"Were you with Mom?" Seth asked.
"Hells yeah!" Sarah replied with a grin.
"Is your ass sore?" Seth asked with a smile.
"It's so weird," Sarah said. "I feel like is should be sore, but of course, it's not. It wasn't my ass that turned all red last night."
"Who would have thought?" Seth exclaimed. "But I guess this is right up your alley. After all, you've got a slave girl too."
"Yup," Sarah said. "You know, Mom had a lot of fun, but she kept wishing they could go out and do it in public."
"In public?" Seth exclaimed.
"Well, not in the middle of the street, but she's read about dungeons. You know, for play."
"So why don't they go?" Seth asked.
"I think that they don't know how to start. Want to help them?"
"How?" Seth inquired.
"Let's find a dungeon for them, and get them the information," Sarah suggested.
"You mean implant it?" Seth asked.
"Well, that might work, but I was thinking more like anonymously sending them a link to it," Sarah clarified.
"OK, but after I'm awake," Seth agreed.
Seth got up and walked to the bathroom, his cock pointing the way while Sarah watched him go. While she acted quite blasé about it, in reality she got very wet seeing her brother's hard cock. While he was gone, she stroked herself a little bit, then went to her room to get dressed.
At breakfast, the siblings had a hard time keeping smirks of their faces as they saw their mother sitting down very tenderly. Sarah had no idea how she thought she was fooling anyone. In fact, she made it a point to brush up against her mother's ass a couple of times, just to hear the gasp.
Seth shook his head ruefully at her, but continued eating without comment. After breakfast, the twins returned to Seth's room to hit the Internet. It took a little searching, but they found out that there was a dungeon right in town. There was no address, so they weren't sure where it was; you had to talk to the dungeon masters before they would tell you where it was. Seth sent a query to them, asking what they needed to do to attend a play party.
Later that day, they got a response, indicating that they simply needed to have a little chat with them to explain what they were looking for, and then the dungeon master would send them instructions. With that information in hand, Seth and Sarah constructed an email to look like an invitation to attend, with the details necessary to get them started. There was a play party that coming Saturday night, and they hoped their parents would take advantage of the opportunity.
On Friday, the twins' parents informed them, somewhat nervously, that they would be out late on Saturday night. With Paul's back turned, Seth smiled and gave Sarah a thumbs up. They hoped that their parents would have fun.
Just before their parents were leaving late Saturday evening, the twins adjourned to Seth's room. Sarah immediately removed her clothing.
"Why's you do that?" Seth asked, his cock rising already.
"I don't need you to get cum all over my clothes," Sarah explained. "That would be fun to explain to Mom!"
Seth sighed, but did the same.
He climbed into bed and Sarah climbed in after, snuggling up on his chest and giving him a little kiss on the cheek. Soon, they were both asleep.
Sarah found her Mom in the car, all full of nervous energy and excitement.
"Are you sure about this?" she asked Paul for like the millionth time.
"If you ask me again, I'll have to spank you," Paul said in exasperation.
"Don't promise that!" Sandy said good naturedly. "I'll just keep asking!"
Paul grinned at his sexy wife.
Sandy thought back to how this started. She had always liked the occasional spanking, but one day, when after the kids had gone away to college, Paul was behaving quite forcefully in bed, so she jokingly called him 'Master'. From that innocuous start, it had somehow spiraled until now they were going to a dungeon! A real live dungeon!
OK, maybe it wasn't deep in the cellar of a castle. In point of fact, it was located in an industrial park! In a way, that made sense. It was away from residential neighbors that might complain, there were likely very few people around at night when it was open, and she was sure this allowed them to have lots of space to set up play areas.
As Paul drove up, she got more and more nervous. She had chatted on the phone with Aurora, who ran the place, and she seemed nice enough. When Aurora had heard that it was their first time in a dungeon, she said that she would give them the tour, explain everything, and help them feel comfortable. Aurora had suggested that they come a little after the place opened, so that they could get a feel for it already in use, which was why at around 11:00pm, they pulled up in the parking lot of the building.
Paul got out and pulled their toy bag from the trunk. It wasn't much — yet. Just a few paddles and whip that they bought online, as well as the nipple clamps and some pieces of rope.
"Ready?" Paul asked her.
Sandy nodded her head. Sarah could feel the nervousness and excitement, and the fact that if Sandy had been wearing panties, they would be soaking wet. They walked to the door and rang the bell.
A heavy-set girl with black spiky hair and a long silky gown answered the door.
"Hi, I'm Aurora," the woman said.
"Hi, I'm Paul and this is Sandy," Paul replied.
"Oh, hi! Welcome! Come on in!"
Aurora hustled them in to the entranceway, and took them to the front desk. She required that they sign the appropriate documentation — hold no harm, not law enforcement, yada yada yada. They paid their admission fee, and Aurora had someone take over the front so she could show them around.
They walked past the front desk into a long hallway.
"Over there is the kitchen," Aurora said, pointing to her left. "There's water and light snacks. Always make sure you're well hydrated. It can get hot in here, and some of the activities might make you sweat just a little."
Sandy smiled nervously at her.
"Over there," Aurora said, gesturing to the right, "is our medical play and wax room. If you're going to do any scenes involving fluids, do it in there, and make sure you clean up after yourselves. We're not set up for watersports, except in the shower I guess."
They moved further down the hallway, following Aurora. To the left was a room with a big wooden X, a St. Andrew's cross Aurora explained, as well as some hooks in the wall. On the right, another room, this one with a frame with rope webbing.
"Over here we have the bedroom," Aurora said, pointing into another room. The door was closed, but there was a window so that people could look in. Sandy gasped when she saw that there was a girl trussed up, bent over the bed, and a man standing behind her. Both were naked, and the man was clearly fucking the woman.
"This is a sex-positive dungeon," Aurora explained. "A lot of dungeons disallow penetration, but it's all right here; just use safe sex techniques and don't leave fluids lying around."
They moved on, Sandy a little reluctantly, and they came to an open area. On one side was a scaffolding with a winch attached, which Aurora explained was for suspension bondage. There was also a massage table and another cross. Sandy was shocked to see a naked man attached to the cross, and woman using a flogger on his back. The bruises were already quite visible, and the man was shaking and cringing each time the flogger landed, but the woman was not letting up.
"Over here," Aurora said, drawing Sandy's attention away from the scene on the cross, "is where people can just hang out when they are not scening or watching." There were a half dozen people sitting around, and Aurora quickly made introductions, though Sandy couldn't remember a single name by the time she was done. It was all quite overwhelming. Pail seemed to be taking it better, really enjoying the sights and sounds around him.
"You can take a walk around and see what others are doing, or you can hang here or go make your own scene. You can't close the doors, except in the bedroom, because the Dungeon Masters have to be able to monitor what is going on. If you want a little more privacy, you can close the door partway; that will tell people that you don't want to be bothered. Any questions?"
Sandy couldn't think of a single one, but Paul asked, "Can we ask questions about what people are doing?"
"Yes, but not during a scene," Aurora explained. "If you are going to view a scene, just make sure not to interfere, not to get in the way, talk loudly or ask questions. Most people will be happy to explain what they are doing, but after a scene. People get really into their scenes, and it's best not to pull them out of the head space that they get into. Also, aftercare is very important, so understand that the scene is not over when the person comes down from whatever they're on; it's over when the participants say that it's over. Anything else?"
Paul didn't have any more questions, so Aurora said, "OK, I've got to go back to the front, but I'll stop by later and see how you're doing. This is a very friendly group of people, and I'm sure that they'll make you feel very comfortable."
Sandy was very excited by everything that she saw. This was so beyond her experience; everything she saw and heard was brand new. She was just about to ask Paul what he wanted to do next when a man and woman came in and went over to the scaffold. The woman took of her clothes as the man began removing a number of lengths of rope from his bag.
He took a rope and seemed to knot it in the middle, then slipped it over the girl's head, and started making knots or ties all the way down her front. Paul took Sandy's hand and they drifted over. The man looked up and nodded hello.
The two of them watched as the man continued making an elaborate chest harness, slipping the ropes between her legs and tying it off in the middle of her back. Without looking up, he said, "My name's Larry, by the way. Are you new here?"
"Yes, this is out first time here," Paul replied. "Our first time in any dungeon, actually."
"Well then, you've come to a great place to start. Feel free to ask me any questions about what I'm doing. I may ask you to hold off if I need to concentrate on something that I'm doing."
Larry picked up another piece of rope and connected it to the bundle of knots he had made on her back. He tied her arms to her side, then did the same with her legs. Then he started stringing ropes down from the scaffolding and around the knots he had on the girl.
"Ready, Delilah?" he asked.
The girl nodded and he started pulling on the ropes. In no time at all, the girl was hanging in the air, all wrapped up and swinging freely. Larry checked to see that she was OK, then turned and picked up a cane. He started tapping her all around as she swung in the air. Paul grabbed Sandy's hand and pulled her away. He took her to a room with a cross in it and said, "Your turn, little girl."
"Yes, Daddy," Sandy said.
"Strip, girl!" Paul demanded.
Sandy pulled off her clothes until she was naked. Paul grabbed the cuff hanging by a ring from the top of the cross and put Sandy's hand in it. Then he did the same with the other hand. Sandy was pressed into the cross, unable to look behind her. Her mind was racing. Were there people behind her looking at her? What would Paul do to her?"
Sandy heard a swish, then a thud. A moment later, she felt it on her ass, and she gasped. The sharp sting turned into a warmth that spread across her ass. After the initial crack of the flogger, Paul started moving it more slowly, more gently, almost brushing it rhythmically over Sandy's back. The strokes started getting harder and harder, and the insistent pounding, the sharp stings, the thought of all the people that could be watching what her husband was doing to her naked body sent Sandy to a place that she hadn't been before. The pain of the flogger on her back almost went away. It felt almost like a caress, over and over. Then Paul landed a much harder stroke, and the pain transformed itself into something else, running directly from her back to her pussy.
Paul continued stroking, interspersing hard strokes in with the standard ones on a regular basis. A small part of her mind wondered at how it was making her feel, but most of her mind was not thinking at all; Sandy became a creature of feeling instead of thought.
Sarah, along for the ride, had more of an ability to think. She had no more access to the rational parts of Sandy's brain than her mother did, but she had almost a split view of the proceedings. One set of feelings were completely overtaken by the feelings coursing through her mother. Her own brain, however, continued to function. Sarah was amazed at the level of feeling that the flogging aroused in her mother. She could feel the tears running down her mother's cheeks, but it was less from the pain than from the emotions coursing through Sandy's body, through her soul.
With five strong swings that brought Sandy up on her toes, Paul completed the session and dropped the flogger, rushing forward and unsnapping the cuffs on Sandy's wrists. Paul dropped to the floor with Sandy sobbing on his lap, stroking her hair and whispering in her ear.
"Are you all right?" he asked.
Sandy responded with a soul-searing kiss. Paul kissed back and wrapped his arms around his wife, which brought a gasp of pain from Sandy.
"Sorry," Paul said contritely, leaning over to look at his wife's purple back
Sandy put her head down on Paul's shoulder and slowly came out of the head space that she had been in. Sarah, despite having experienced it with her mother, could not believe how something that should have caused her mother that much pain instead caused such an intense level of pleasure. Nevertheless, she resolved to find a dungeon near her school and take Betty there, to see if she reacted the same way.
Paul let Sandy rest on the floor as he put away his toys. Then he helped her up and took her to the social area and sat on the couch, pulling Sandy onto his lap. Sandy was intensely embarrassed, since Paul had not let her get dressed. Yet that embarrassment made her pussy even wetter, though she was not sure how it was possible for her pussy to get any better.
Sandy sat there, zoning in and out, listening to the conversation with half an ear, until she realized that they were talking about her.
"That was a very hot scene," someone said. "She really got into it."
"Yeah," Paul agreed, petting Sandy lovingly. "This is the first time we've done something to that level. It was intense."
"Really? That was the first time? She's quite responsive."
"I know," Paul said with a smile, gently running his finger across her bruised back. Paul grabbed a blanket and covered Sandy, and as the conversation moved on to other things, she drifted in and out, pleased and contented with where she was.
After a bit, Paul whispered, "Let's get up and see what else is going on."
Sandy got up, pulling the blanket around her, less for modesty than because she was chilled. They wandered past a room with a massage table. The lights were off, and on the table was a heavyset lady. A man next to her was wielding some sort of electrical device which looked like one of those electrical globes that you see in science museums. Sandy was quite scared of getting shocked like the woman on the table, but the women seemed to be really enjoying it.
In another room, a woman lay on the floor while a man set her on fire. He did it by running a flaming baton over her, though he followed it with his hand and put out the flames, but there was no question that she was on fire momentarily. Sandy was terrified of this fire play too, but Paul seemed quite interested.
The passed the medical room just after a woman walked out. John, one of the men that they'd been introduced to earlier, was standing by the table putting some candles away. When he saw Paul and Sandy he beckoned them over.
"How are you enjoying the night?" he asked genially.
"I'm loving it," Paul enthused. Turning to Sandy, he asked "What about you?"
"Me too," Sandy said quietly. It was all so much for her.
"These really are a great group of people," John said. "If you have any questions for anyone, just ask."
"I do have a couple, if you don't mind," Paul said.
"Shoot," John said, scraping some wax off of the table with a plastic scraper.
"I saw someone lighting a woman on fire down the hall. How does he do that?" Paul inquired.
"Ah, that would be Sam. He loves his fire play. He has skewers wrapped in cotton, which he dips in rubbing alcohol and sets it on fire. When he rubs it across someone's skin, the alcohol burns for a few moments until it's used up, then the fire goes out, though he puts it out himself if it doesn't. The short time it's on the skin does no damage, though it does heat it up a little. If you keep going over the same spot, it can get quite hot.
"Ask him later, and he'll demonstrate. If you want to play, he could teach you. That's edge play, and you don't want to do it without getting trained properly."
"What's edge play?" Sandy asked, too curious to remain silent.
"Well, little lady, edge play is pretty much what it says; play that's on the edge. Basically, things that can cause damage if not done correctly. Knife play, fire play, breath play — they're all edge play. It really depends on the danger level. For instance, tying someone up isn't edge play, but tying someone up and suspending them is edge play, because if you don't know what you're doing, you can very easily hurt your bottom badly."
"Oh," Paul murmured thoughtfully. "What about that buzzing light show in the other room?"
"Oh, that's Cliff and his violet wand. That's much less edgy. Basically, it's static electricity passing across or through your body. It's pretty, and if you turn it up high enough it can give quite a zap, but it's mostly harmless."
"What are you doing here?" Sandy asked curiously.
"I just had a wax scene," he replied.
"What's that?" Sandy asked.
"Want to find out?" John asked with a smile.
Sandy was nervous, but Paul was clearly up for it, so she nodded.
"OK, drop the blanket and climb up here," John said.
"Face down, or up?" Sandy asked.
"Down," John said.
When Sandy clambered up onto the table, John said, "On second thought, it looks like your back already took quite a beating tonight. Let's do the front."
Sandy turned over and John said, "The first thing I'm going to do is to put lotion on your skin. That will help later when we need to peel it off..."
John turned to Paul and asked, "Would you like to put the lotion on?"
"No, you do it," Paul said with glee in his voice.
Sandy's level of nervousness increased significantly. Knowing that people could see her naked was scary enough. Now, for the first time in a very long time, a man other than her husband was going to touch her body. She shook a little as she felt John's hands touch her, but for a big man, he had a very gentle touch. His hands were soothing, even when they covered her breasts. He didn't tweak her nipples, but the touch of his hand still caused her nipples to engorge, and the same thing happened to her pussy.
When he was done, John asked, "Ready?"
Sandy wasn't completely sure, but she nodded anyway.
John picked up a ladle out of a crock pot and held it over her body. He dipped his finger in, both to check that it wasn't too hot and to reassure Sandy that it wouldn't scald her. He smiled comfortingly at her as he slowly let the wax drip onto her stomach.
There was an initial sharp pain as the hottest part of the wax landed, then she felt a warmth spreading over the area. Sarah compared the feeling with the one that her mother had felt when she was being flogged, and she was amazed at the similarity between the two very different tortures.
John poured some more, and he invited Paul to join him. He grinned again as he dripped a thin stream directly onto Sandy's hard nipples.
"Is this just a melted candle?" Paul asked.
"No, but it could be. You just have to be careful, because different candles have different melting points. Some can cause burns. Make sure you test it on a small area first! This is a religious candle mixed in with paraffin. As soon as we have her covered properly with this, we'll start using different color candles."
They continued pouring wax on her, and to Sandy, it was amazingly relaxing. The heat, sharp at points, spreading through her body, relaxed her more than she thought possible. John and Paul alternately dripped wax and ran hands along her body. They covered her chest, and then true to his word, John pulled out some candles of different colors and they started making patterns on her.
"Now that she has a base of wax, we can use these, which burn a little hotter. The wax that's there will protect her," John explained.
They continued for quite a while, and Sandy became more and more relaxed. By the time they were done, Sandy was actually dozing.
"Would you like a picture before we peel it off?" John asked.
"Umm," Paul wasn't sure he wanted pictures of his wife kicking around the internet.
"Don't worry, I'll just send it to you and then delete it. You can even watch me do it," John reassured.
"OK," Paul agreed. The designs on his wife were quite lovely, and he knew that she couldn't see it from her position, especially considering that her eyes were closed.
"Give me a minute, I just need to clear it with the DM," John said. "Stay here with her. I'll be right back."
John left, and Paul gently stroked Sandy. She wasn't asleep, and she had heard John's offer, but she didn't have the energy or desire to argue. She quite enjoyed the gentle touch of Paul's hands on her body. A couple of minutes later, John returned with another man trailing behind.
"This is DragonHeart, the DM on duty tonight," John introduced. Paul and Sandy had been briefly introduced by Aurora.
"We generally don't allow pictures, for the sake of people's privacy, but if you consent to it, I'll allow John to take some."
"I'd like that," Paul affirmed.
"OK, then. Just keep the camera in here." DragonHeart moved to stand by the door while John got a bag and pulled out an SLR. He stood on a chair and took a couple of dozen pictures from different angles. When he was done, he popped out his laptop and fired it up. Paul watched as he downloaded the pictures and erased them off his camera. John sent the pictures via email to Paul, then conscientiously deleted the mail from his sent folder and from the disk, and emptied all the trash bins. When he was done, they went back to Sandy and started peeling the wax off.
To Sandy, the feeling of the wax coming off was almost as sensual as the feeling of it going on. They peeled off quite a bit with their fingers, then they took knobbly washcloths and scrubbed the remainder off. When they were done, Sandy didn't want to get up, but it was getting late. John offered the shower in the back, but Sandy decided to shower when she got home instead. The couple went around and said good bye to the people they had met, and they headed out.
Before Sarah disconnected, she could feel the contentment radiating from Sandy, and she knew that her parents would definitely be going back to the dungeon. Sarah woke up, but Seth was still in a dream state. She waited another twenty minutes, amused when she saw Seth's cock getting harder. He began moaning in his sleep, and she was quite surprised when he uttered a low groan and his cock started spurting all over his stomach.
When he woke up five minutes later, she was smiling at him and asked, "What was that about?"
"When did you wake up?" he asked.
"When they left the club," Sarah said.
"Oh, well Dad got a blow job on the way home. Mom must have really liked it."
"Oh, she did," Sarah affirmed. Both kids were quite pleased with the way that their plans had turned out.