the Leathermines

The Dungeon was dark, except for the light coming from under the door from the hallway.  The slave could hear Her coming - the heels She wore clicked loudly on the concrete.  The slave could see Her shadow as the door unlocked and opened.  The silhouette of Her was breathtaking, but the slave put his face to the floor and waited.

The power was turned on in the room, the lights and various machines coming to life around the slave and he jumped as the small motor for the suspension popped to life.  The heels clicked around the room.  The slave tried to move to a more comfortable position but that attracted Her attention.  She stopped and the slave could not tell where she was or what she was doing.

His naked body was mostly on a blanket in the corner of the Dungeon, keeping the cold away, but his hands and face were on the cold concrete, waiting for Her to decide what to do with him that day.  The movement of a chair scraping along the concrete made the slave jump, twice.  He could feel his cock starting to move on it’s own, even though the slave tried to will his body to stop betraying him. »Read More