Tuesday, October 13, 2009

The Dungeon

We had to descend several spiralling staircases that carried us from the Burlesque Showcase room, through the Dance floor/Couples Room, to an external staircase that exited the old cathedral for a moment, finally delivering us to the bottom level - the cellar. Immediately, upon penetrating the low-lit chamber called "the Dungeon", you heard the song from the ritual scene in Eyes Wide Shut floating in from speakers throughout the level.

I walked arm and arm with my girl as we took a tour around the room. To our right several lounge chaise lined the wall, above them hung lanterns that sprayed the wall with stars of light. Following the cocktail bar against the far left side, we ventured into the area where the play equipment resided. As we progressed further, the rhythmic sounds of someone being flogged met our ears before the image of the naked girl with her outstretched, bound limbs greeted our eyes. A group of people had gathered to watch this corporal feast, as they gobbled up the moans and cries from the sweating submissive which sang into the air. We stayed for a moment, watching her Top switch between leather whips and hard wooden paddles, producing a gorgeous red tint to her upper thighs and buttocks.

There were many delicious visual feasts for our eyes to munch on, but seeing as she'd been standing on 6-inch heels for over three hours, my girl requested we sit to rest her feet. We resituated ourselves in the first chamber we'd visited in the Dungeon, finding a comfortable couch in the corner. There were others sitting in this area, and we soon found ourselves in polite conversation. While we were talking, a handsome blond man approached my girl.

"Madam, you are so stunning. May i please worship your feet?"

She looked over at me, subtly indicating our roles. He clued in very quickly and turned to me.

"Forgive me. Would you allow me to worship her feet?"

I nodded, and waved my hand in my girl's direction. He knelt at the base of her legs and very gingerly lifted and rested her right leg on top of his bended knee. With equal amounts of delicacy, he carefully undid the ankle straps to her shoes, and gently removed her custom-made patent leather heels. He wrapped his hands around her latex stocking-clad ankles, then slowly began to massage her fatigued tissue beneath the rubbery layer. With methodical movement, he kneaded her foot, every once in awhile bringing it to his mouth where he would softly kiss her toes. My girl relished the adoration, letting her head fall backwards in stimulated bliss. The entire time he paid her attention, he kept whispering to her how beautiful her feet and legs were, and how grateful he was to be able to worship them.

He had just finished his devotion when a gorgeous Italian girl tapped me on my shoulder. Through her pouty, sensuous lips, she asked me if i would allow her to also worship my girl's legs. Out of the corner of my eye, in a small little alcove off to my right, a couple was quietly, but hungrily fucking. I watched their undulating bodies for a moment, then returned my attention to the beautiful raven-haired signora, offering her my consent. Her method was different than the blond gentleman's. Where his touch was thorough and concentrated, her's was sensual and graceful. She brushed her fingers up and down my girl's shiny rubber thighs, barely applying any pressure. Each stroke traced a path that reached further and further up my girl's leg. The worshiping femme nuzzled her cheeks against her goddess' gams, closing her eyes in ecstasy, kissing their entirety. I adored watching her lavish attention on my latex doll. I've always found the idea of a girl servicing my submissive bottom in this fashion incredibly erotic, knowing that it wouldn't go any further than this.

I thanked her for her homage, and helped her to her feet, then dismissed her. I had an urge to turn the evening in a different direction. Earlier, in our tour of the space, i caught sight of a stripper's pole in the middle of the play area. With this in mind, when my girl returned from a brief trip to the rubbergirls' room, i rose, preventing her from taking a seat. I wrapped my arms around her, lavished her neck with miniature kisses, and then tapped upon, with purpose, her rubberized tush three times.

"Are you going to spank me?"

As a sign of confirmation, i walked in front of her, holding her hand, leading her to the pole. We weaved in and out of voyeuristic groups gathered around various devious activities. It was perfect, i thought to myself, because my girl had taken several dance classes, and one of her favorites was her pole dancing class. She excelled at seductively negotiating a floor to ceiling pole in 6-inch heels.

I gathered her in my arms, as we stood looking at the shiny, brass bar, and whispered into her ear,"I want you to give me a slow, enticing dance. Make me want to tear you down from that pole."

She stepped up to the pole, grabbed it with her hand, then took a slow revolution around it - the entire time she kept her bright eyes affixed on me. Swinging her legs around, she slowly lowered her body down the pole, straddling it the length of the descent. The longer she danced, the more spectators she attracted. But despite the growing numbers, her eyes never left mine.

I could barely contain myself. The crowd looking on, her fiery movement, the intensity of her concentration - all of it pushed my arousal to a peak. Without hesitation, i broke the barrier between performer and audience by approaching her as she swayed up there on the platform. I positioned my hands on either side of her hips, holding her still, both of us not moving at all.

I mouthed to her, "Turn around."

She complied.

I stepped closer, right against the pole.

"Grab the pole with both hands, and bend over. Point your ass out to all of those people watching you."

I moved behind her as she grasped her hands around the brass rod. Pushing her legs outward, i positioned her feet exactly where i wanted them. Her shiny backside beckoned me, but i tried to hold on as long as possible, letting this scene get as much maturity as possible. My hand flattened into a paddle shape. In my peripheral vision, i could see that several people had stopped to watch. This reality gave my hand a tremendous momentum as i swung it through the air and landed it on her rubbery cheeks.


She emitted a tiny "oof". I was immediately taken by how different it felt to spank her ass while it was tightly constricted under a thick layer of shiny latex. When i hit just one of her cheeks, the impact seemed to resonate throughout the entire area. It felt foreign. It felt artificial. It felt incredibly, incredibly erotic. I continued to spank her through the rubber, every once in awhile gazing out to the onlookers. I wanted to see if anyone felt a desire to give her a few swats of their own. Too timid perhaps, no one accepted my non-verbal invitation. Unfazed, i continued to shred into my girl's buttocks, enjoying the recoil her whole backside offered after each slap.

Slowly, as if the lights in the surrounding room were being extinguished, the background dimmed in my eyes. I no longer noticed those gathering. My hunger to inflict upon my girl had sky rocketed. I reached down at the bottom hem of her latex dress, and pulled it up, revealing her pale, sweat-soaked flesh. The aroma from her now freed arousal incited me. My hands acted without thought. They pinched, they clawed at the mounds of meat hovering before me. I spanked her repeatedly, skin to skin, while she clung to the pole. And then, abruptly, i stopped.

I had to. The next step would need to take place back in our hotel room. Over many, many hours.


Clemmi said...


your post shines with love and admiration. Yours is a very lucky woman! Thank god you take a break from "erotically demising" her once in a while!

Now, anybody interested in a comparative study between A. Schnitzler (Vienna) and A. Desclos (Paris)?


Anonymous said...

Hi Hi Mr D.

Wot an xcitin experiunc! And, wot a gud dolli u hav!!

Dis was a beri erotic reed 4 cindi.


nancy said...

Lovely.. i can really see exactly what You wanted to show.. only that.. then my imagination goes into overdrive!
As always, thanks for sharing~

littlegirl said...

this is gorgeous, sensual and of course, incredibly sexy. you and your girl are lucky to have eachother, and it makes me happy that you do!

what i particularly like about this post is that i felt like i got to "see" you two interact over a much longer period of time than you usually write about. whereas you tend to give us snapshot details, here, you've given us an entire one-act.


Destructicon said...

amen lg!

although, I have a sneaking suspicion that peering into the mind of deity for too long might be akin to staring at the sun...

kudos for the ride-along Deity.

Deity said...

Did any of you listen to the music while reading? That was up there for a reason!

Who says i take a break?

Can't say i've heard of either of those scholars.

she was a very good dolli. made me very bery happi.

so, just enough? good. don't want to go overboard.

always welcome.

lucky. not a day goes by, and i mean this in all sincerity, that this word doesn't pass through my mind. for so many reasons (sorry to get so sentimental - it's the end of the day, so i'm permitted) i am blessed and lucky to have this strong, able, and witty beauty in my life.

So this is a conspiracy to get me to write longer posts. Is that it?

Well, i never...

Richard said...

Very sexy!

Clemmi said...

Yes, the rhythm... both a blessing and a curse, depending on which side of whip you are...

Diety, i thought you liked a bit of a challenge? Let me help you a little:

Arthur Schnitzler wrote Traumnovelle in 1925 (Rhaspsody: A Dream Novel) which was adapted for the screen in 1999 and became the movie "Eyes Wide Shut". Read it if you can (not the screenplay).

29 years later, a woman called Anne Desclos writes another book about erotic fantasies, in Paris this time. But i guess you know all about that, right?

See? Now you don't have to take a break after all!


Deity said...

I most certainly enjoy a challenge. I was completely thrown off that both of those names began with "A.". I thought it was a pun, and didn't even think that the names were real.

As in: a schnitzel and a disclose

Basically, i didn't get it. But it makes perfect sense now.

I'd love to read that book. I adored the movie (as with all of Kubrick's work). Thank you for aiming for more in these comment walls. Once i read the book, i'd be happy to participate in a comparative study.

Clemmi said...


Anonymous said...

are you aware of the subliminal message in the video. Near the end there is some text that flashes briefly. I've been reading this blog for awhile and I don't really think the message in the video portrays a belief you have then again.....

Deity said...

Whoa! What is that?

Truthfully, i was looking for just the audio, so as i was writing the post, i had the video's sound playing in the background.

What do you suppose those symbols mean?

Thanks for reaching out. I always love hearing from readers.

Anonymous said...

in response to your comment about the subliminal message what I read was text. I sent what it says to what I am pretty sure is your fetlife account. I don't want to type it here because of the more open format and the nature of what it says. d

doll said...

This is the first time I have wanted to blaspheme out loud at one of your posts Diety. You took me deep into that dungeon with all the heat, sweat, scents and sounds, I was there watching, feeling, slowly dissolving. Massive, just massive.

Deity said...

So nice to hear from you again.

What word did you speak outloud?

doll said...

JC, not something I would normally say, I am more of a bugger or damn type of woman.