Feelings of a slave: his first time in Master Z's Dungeon.
by a visitor to the Household.
The Dungeon door is painted black. The first thing noticed on entering is how perfectly the door falls into place. A simple schhhhklunk
… and life has changed. There is quiet here, almost unnaturally so. The
only sound is own breathing, softly, with an increasing rate, yet decreasing
depth. Your pulse has quickened slightly and your eyes feel dilated. This is a sure sign of the hunger that will soon overcome you.
As if you have entered a Monastery, some sort of holy place, a place apart from the rest of the world. There is order to this room. All of Master's auxiliary tools line the walls: clamps, mitts, collars, rope, cockrings, crops, whips, restraints, handcuffs, hoods, gags… each in its own place, each with its own purpose. You have been permitted to see, to implant your slave mind with the images of the tools that will shape your life. As you look at the walls, you feel as you did when you were a young boy looking at the stations of the cross. There is a strange yearning that comes over your body, stops your mind, enters the pit of your stomach. It is a need. A need to experience a transformation. It is overwhelming… you need to become something higher than yourself, to be totally connected to a more worthy purpose than you have served, to become Master's slave.
You instantly feel a connection with Master's tools…each article has served Master, just as you have come to serve. But something has changed about them. They are no longer items hanging on a wall. They are whispering to you. They are welcoming you to them. You feel them attaching themselves to you. You must touch them, become one with them, breathe them in, become one with Master's property. You walk from object to object, exchanging greetings. As you gaze upon each item, you slowly are drawn into the energy they give you. You are slowly being formed into another of Master's tools, one of flesh and blood, but still just another instrument, another piece of his property. Slowly your mind turns off everything other than this room, these extensions of Master's desire, reaching towards you, wanting to become part of you. You are becoming powerless to stop these probings. You are becoming engulfed in the passion and energy they bring you.
You notice the walls themselves give you energy. They vibrate in a dark, quiet pulsation, pushing you, stripping you of your outer facade, pulling the slave out of his cage into the heat of Master's desire. With each pulsation, the walls demand you release more. You are becoming numb to everything; you are becoming hunger itself. Quicker now, layer upon layer is peeled away, exposing the raw animal you are. A dizziness takes over. An uncontrollable vibration begins. You have arrived. The slave is where Master wants it to be. You are collared, yet unleashed. Your eyes dart from object to object waiting for Master to join you together, to experience the gifts they will bring. The journey is just beginning. You have become the object of your own Fantasies.
Master's dungeon is bottomless. It is a never-ending spiral that envelops you, calms you, holds you and teaches you about the depths of your slave soul. Once you have been in touch with this space, you will be changed forever!