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by Terri Pray
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Dungeon House Would Fulfill Your Every B&D Fantasy--For a Price! The ad read; Web Cam Slaves, all live, 24/7/365. See them whipped, beaten, abused to your hearts content. They live to serve you and their Masters. Trapped and helpless they are yours to command." Beth read the ad and when she discovered how much slaves were paid work at Dungeon House she had visions of earning her college tuition in one month. What she didn't suspect was that what she would experience there would change her life. Others were coming to Dungeon House, and their lives were about to change, too. Fantasy Island meets the world of BDSM in the newest masterwork by Terri Pray. Cover art: T. L. Davison
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: November 2006
36 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [188 KB]
Reading time: 127-178 min.
Web Cam Slaves, all live, 24/7/365. See them whipped, beaten, abused to your hearts content. They live to serve you and their Masters. Trapped and helpless they are yours to command.
Beth frowned, shoving the printed-off ad back towards Gail across the kitchen table. "Is this for real?"
"Sure it is, you've seen those websites with the college dorm houses? Well this is the same thing just with fake slaves, for those who like a bit of kink. Its damn good money too, one girl I know there is earning nearly twenty grand a month."
"You're kidding me." Twenty grand. Shit, she could get her bills caught up with in a month or two and set herself up for the rest of the year, three months tops. She glanced around the small apartment. It wasn't much, the basic set up for students and with money like that they could move up in the world when they finished their time in the house. "Are you sure this is legit? What happens to the apartment if we take a job with them?"
"Why wouldn't it be, it's live on cam all day every day. Not like they can get away with forcing people, some one would report it." Gail picked the piece of paper back up, tracing the words with one finger. "You've got to admit it would be a simple enough way to make some money. As for the apartment, we'd finish off the lease, we've only got six weeks to go, then put everything in storage and find a decent place when we came out again. Think of it, we could get one of those places up the north end of town."
Simple? "I'm not so sure about that. Nothing is that simple. What do these girls do anyway?" Still the thought of the new Town Homes was tempting. Anything would be better than the box like home with paper thin walls they currently shared. Every time they played they ran the risk of the neighbors complaining and Beth had bitten holes in two good pillows already in her attempts to stay silent.
Not a situation that would work long term for either of them.
"Your basic kink stuff, no sex. Flogging, crops, that type of thing. It would be a walk in the park for us." Gail smiled, her gaze taking on a dark, almost dangerous glint. Something about this intrigued her far more than it should have done. "Come on, we've done far worse in private."
"That's different. No one else saw, or knew what we were doing." Fooling around with Gail on a Sunday when the parents were gone was one thing, taking part in stuff like this on cam was another. Still the money was tempting.
"Look, they protect your privacy. All the slaves wear masks. There's a try-out party tonight. We could go, check it out, pick up a couple of hundred dollars for just turning up. If we don't like it then we move on and forget about it." Gail pushed a little more, tapping the paper. "You said you always wondered what it would be like to play around in front of someone else, didn't you?"
"At a club, or a private party, around people we know and trust. That's a whole different ball game to what you're suggesting we do now." Masks. That would help. So many people now had access to the net, someone from college might log on and see her. At least with a mask she would remain protected.
What if one person, just one person somehow recognized them? How could she face going on with life, doing the small daily chores. Shopping, attending classes, with the knowledge that anyone could walk up to her and ask if she had been that naked girl on the website?
Gail wanted too much of her this time. So why did she squirm in the chair at the idea of being seen like that? Did a part of her crave the dangerous love, the touches that she was being offered?
"Come on, what harm is there in at least trying out?" Gail reached across the table, grabbing her by the hand. "I can sign up as your Mistress for the night, you might have to do a little in the way of playing with one of the male Dominants there, but nothing involving sex. They're very careful about that."
Gail frowned. "How what?"
"How do they stop the men, the others from stepping in where they aren't wanted?" It would not have been fair to say that she did not like men, Beth did, but as yet she had not met a male dominant that she felt comfortable with. So many of them appeared to be power hungry freaks, who wanted nothing more than a weak willed woman at his feet. Willing to do anything he wanted. Or they were sex hunters, the sort of men that thought submissive meant a fast and easy lay without any come back
She just wasn't like that.
Gail took things easy with her, leading her into submission with small, soft baby steps that left her feeling safe, wanted and protected. In the few months they had been exploring their desires together, Beth had learned more about her own heart and needs than she had in the previous twenty years of her life.
"Same as at a normal dungeon I think, they've got dungeon Masters there to keep the peace and everyone knows the drill. Someone steps out of line and they're yanked back into place." Gail tapped the piece of paper. "You see the try outs are under very strict rules. Similar to the ones in place in the actual house, so there's nothing to worry about." Gail stroked one soft finger over the back of her hand, caressing gently.
She caught the inside of her cheek between her teeth, chewing slowly. It seemed like a decent idea, a chance to clear a few debts, have a little fun on the side, so why did her stomach knot?
"I'll be right there with you, the entire time. If we both decide to sign up with them for the house then great, but I won't do it alone and I won't let you do it alone either." She leaned across the table, brushing a soft kiss against her cheek. A light, tingling touch that soothed her concerns away, at least for the moment.
Gail, until the other woman had come into her life, had been a mess, uncertain what she wanted to do with her life. Now everything made sense. "You know I'd do anything for you love." She leaned into Gail's touch as the tensions of the day slipped away.
Her soft kisses, the gentle control offered to her, all those delights Gail had slowly shown her the path to. Those were things she couldn't risk being denied. Not now, not ever. She tensed on the seat, her ass still heated from the spanking Gail had given her the night before. Those short, sharp slaps against her bare upturned ass, just a reminder of who was the dominant and who the submissive within the relationship.
She had come to crave those moments where Gail reminded her of the delights that could be found in submitting to someone else. Someone she trusted, loved, cared for and believed in the way she did Gail.
They were as different as day and night. Blond haired Gail with her soft blue eyes, small breasts, taller than Beth was by almost a foot. She looked so very different than her dark haired lover, with chocolate brown eyes and the soft olive skin that gave hint of her Spanish grandmother.
"I know, I feel the same way." Gail smiled, tapping her fingers lightly against Beth's cheek. Nothing more than a simple pat of fingertips, still it had her thighs pressing tightly together, a warmth flooding through her cunt. Gods, that woman could teach her so much more if given half the chance. Perhaps this was the key to exploring their desires a little further, this trip to the open session for the web-cam house.
Exhibitionism. A minor kink, but one she had never dreamed to play with until that moment. It could lead to so much more between them. If nothing else, the small payment for taking part in the session tonight would pay for next months rent.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
"What time do we have to be there tonight?"* * * *
The heavy door opened up, soft lights beckoning them into the house. Well, warehouse would have been a better description. Three more doors, each one locked carefully behind them, guards that checked their identification, pushed paperwork in front of them to sign and checked them for weapons before letting them through the final door.
All those papers, the legal disclaimers, acceptance of own risk, the money that would be due after the event was over. Medical information, limits, the emergency routine that had to be followed in the event of something going wrong. The list had been endless.
"Gods, get a look at this place." Gail slipped her arm through Beth's, tugging her into the large hall. Chains hung from hooks, two St. Andrews crosses, a whipping post, stocks, three cages. The list was endless. "We could have a blast here if they let us loose for a short time."
Not something that was likely to happen.
Beth took a long slow look around the room, lights, play toys, and a few other people, but she felt her gaze drawn to one spot in the center of the room.
One woman hung from the closest set of chains, a leather mask covering her face, long blond hair loose down her back. Manacles had been fastened around her wrists, hoisting her half up on her toes, a spreader bar keeping her ankles spread. Only a pair of black leather panties kept her from being totally naked, but even those had cut outs that left her buttocks bare to the view of anyone that walked past.