Chambers in the Dungeon
Phyllis’ Punishment
©  2000 by shadowJewel

Mistress Jewel cloaked herself in mink-lined blue velvet for her sojourn into the dungeons of her castle.  High on the island the bedchambers were protected against the damp coldness of the surrounding seas.  But the dungeons, dug into the depths of the island were below the high tide levels and were cold in midwinters.  Now, only a couple of days before the celebration of the mid-winter solstice, she found it necessary to descend into the first level of the dungeons to personally take care of the matter concerning her personal slave, Phyllis.

Jewel slipped into the dungeon silently, unheard by Phyllis, who had been brought here two days earlier.  Jewel watched, deep in speculation, as Phyllis hung on the cross.  Her body had been stripped of all clothing and she had been stretched and securely fastened to the St. Andrew’s Cross.  Over her head was a black velvet hood, muffling all sound from the outside.  It also served to muffle the sounds that issued from Phyllis in her sleep, mewling sounds that issued forth through the leather penis gag that touched the back of her throat.  For two days Phyllis had been thus secured, released only to be fed and relieve herself.  No hand had touched her; no one had spoken to her.  Phyllis had been deprived of all sensations.  Smooth leather gloves covered her hands and tight fitting leather boots surrounded every toe.  Neither heat nor cold reached her body.  A small fire kept the room a constant temperature.  Glove soft leather held in place the plug which invaded her rear and the dildo that filled her.  On this, the third day of her punishment, the defiance was beginning to waver.  Now was the time for Jewel to assert her domination.

Phyllis’ transgression had been great.  Slave that she was, she had talked back to her Mistress and refused to pleasure Jewel when commanded to do so.  Now, Phyllis must pay for that disobedience.   

Phyllis jerked alive at the first touch of Jewel’s mouth around the raspberry sized nipples that topped the full breasts.  As she tasted one nipple, circling it with her tongue, sucking it to hardness, and biting the hardened nub, Jewel used her other hand on the left nipple to brush across its surface, circle it with brightly painted fingernails, roll it between thumb and forefinger before twisting it as she bit into the other one.  Phyllis tried to scream, but the gag deadened sound; not much was heard as Jewel continued to torture the magnificent breasts. 

Releasing one breast, Jewel slid her hand down to the front of the leather holding in place the plug and dildo which she removed.  She split Phyllis’ lips and caressed the pink petals.  Moans could be heard from behind the gag.  Jewel continued to massage the petals until at last Phyllis tried to rise to meet the tormenting hand.  Only then did Jewel release her hold on the nipple and begin to use her tongue to stimulate the clit.  Around and around she teased the hard nub.  Over and over she raked her tongue across it, bringing forth increasingly urgent moans from Phyllis.  To the brink of orgasm, once, twice, five times, Jewel tormented Phyllis.  Never once did she allow the slave to reach the orgasm, which she so urgently desired.

Only when Phyllis was aroused to the point of madness did Jewel begin the true punishment.  First she used the little flogger on Phyllis’ breasts.  Stripe after stripe appeared.  Twelve strokes on each were administered, only to be followed with the cooling laving of the tortured nipples.  The insides of the legs were likewise punished.  Twelve strokes on the inside of each leg.  These were followed with a methodical kissing of Phyllis’ legs from the back of her knees to the point where they joined to form the entry to her sexual center.  Each kiss was accompanied with the gentle touch upon the translucent pink lips, dripping with female want.

Jewel orchestrated Phyllis’ body to the edge of orgasm repeatedly.  The frustration combined with the punishment brought Phyllis to the tears of repentance that Jewel demanded.  Still no sound had issued forth from Jewel.  No sound echoed in the room except those of the implements of correction. 

Finally Jewel removed Phyllis from the cross only to lead her, still hooded, to the bench.  Phyllis was strapped bending over the bench, her rear high in the air.  Arms were attached straight out in front of her.  Legs were spread wide and fastened to the sides.  Phyllis could feel the exposure.  She struggled slightly against the bonds but could move little against the restraints.  Jewel took a position behind Phyllis and began to use the crop until the globes turned bright red.  She began, once more, to massage the clit and slide a dildo in and out of the exposed lips.  Phyllis bucked, trying to achieve relief by having the dildo slid into her.  Yet, no relief was forthcoming.

Phyllis’ refusal to pleasure her mistress was a major transgression.  No slave who thus refused the Mistress would be allowed to relieve herself.  Through the gag she begged.  Through the hood she cried. 

Finally the hood and gag were removed

“Please, Mistress, forgive me.  I was wayward.  I wanted punishment.  I wanted to see what you would do.  Please, punish me, but let me give you the pleasure you requested.  It would be my pleasure to give you that right now.”

“No, my darling one, but you will see me receive that pleasure and you will be denied any relief for the next month.”

Jewel snapped her fingers and two female slaves entered the dungeon and released Phyllis.  She had the leather reapplied to her waist.  This time the plug and dildo were accompanied by a small, nubbed leather which slid smoothly across her clit and all were held in place with a leather slipped from her back to her front and secured tightly.  Every movement now caused stimulation of all her female parts.  The torture was subtle but exquisite.  At no moment during the day was she without reminder of her refusal to serve her mistress.  In addition, Phyllis’ hands were secured from the elbows to the wrists behind her.  In no way could she relieve herself.  To add to the gentle torture, her thighs were secured and she was able to move only from knees down, further increasing the stimulation between her legs.

The two who had thus secured Phyllis led her to a hard chair and locked her ankles to it.   She was placed facing a long couch where Jewel had settled herself.  When they were finished with Phyllis, Rachel and Kyla knelt before Jewel, knees spread and heads bent.  In unison they asked, “Now, Mistress Jewel, how can we further serve you?

Jewel lay back on the couch and commanded, “Give me pleasure.

On knees the two approached Jewel, one moving toward the head of the couch and one to the end.

“No, Darlings, I want you on the other side so that Phyllis has an unobstructed view.”

 Moving to their appointed positions, Kyla began to worship Jewel’s feet and Rachel began with kissing her mistress’ lips. 

Kyla took each immaculately manicured toe into her mouth, caressed it with her tongue, made love to it.  As she was doing to, Rachel kissed her mistress’ eyes and lips.  Jewel surrendered to these ministrations.  She moaned softly and pulled Rachel’s lips down hard on her own, opened wide and sought out the submissive mouth.  The two women explored the taste and feel of mouths for several minutes.  Finally, gasping for breath, each bit the lips of the other; lovers recovering senses before proceeding. 

Jewel threw back her head and Rachel took it as her cue to slide down the long neck, licking and nipping as she moved relentlessly toward the full breasts of her mistress.  With this going on, Kyla moved from licking every toe to following the curve of Jewel’s calf to the insides of her knees.  With stimulation coming from so many directions, Jewel moaned deeply and accepted the pleasures that were being delivered to her.

Phyllis watched, unable to tear away her eyes.  She squirmed in the seat.  The gentle instruments of torture moved within her and she whimpered in need and frustration. 

Rachel brought her mouth to the magnificent breasts just as Kyla reached the mons.  Jewel arched and let loose with a deep, guttural moan of pleasure.  Rachel ran her tongue over the long, sweet nipples and darkened aureoles.  Circling her tongue around the nipple many times she teased the nipples to a hardness that begged suckling.  At the same time, Kyla was circling Jewel’s pearl and stroking the dampness that warmed her pink lips.  Finally, as her nipples were reaching painful hardness, the nub below peeked out from its protective hood and painfully begged for attention.  Both Kyla and Rachel clamped lips around hardness and sucked, nipped, and pulled.  Jewel achieved her first orgasm.

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