SATAN’S CELLAR 2

“Michael Sullivan? Amanda Goodman. You did some electrical work for a friend of mine, Mrs. Farquarson and she recommended you.”

“Yes, I remember the lady, I rewired the whole of her house.”

“Would you be interested in doing a considerable amount of electrical installation work for me? The thing is though, you would have to be extremely discreet and not breathe a word of what you are asked to do…No it’s nothing illegal but some of the things you’ll see and do will be, shall we say, unusual?”

“Unusual, in what way Ms. Goodman?”

“It’s work in a sex club. Does that put you off?”

“Not necessarily provided the money’s okay and I don’t have to get involved with drugs and underage stuff.”

“No you don’t have to get involved in any of the activities Michael, we just want you to install special lighting and hoists and arrange the power supplies to other equipment. There’s three-phase electricity already there but it will need updating to conform to the new regulations. Can we meet and discus it? That is if you think you might want the job. You can charge your usual rate and we’ll pay a premium for your secrecy.”

“This used to be a small private printing firm,” Amanda explained when they met, “This was the basement where they did the typesetting, guillotining and stored paper. The floor above is reinforced to take the weight of the presses. Those double doors lead to the yard. They’ll still open but we now only use the daughter door unless anything large is to be brought in.”

But it wasn’t the doors or the power supply arrangements that caught Michael’s immediate attention. Rather it was a wooden St. Andrew’s cross that stood against one wall with leather straps at various points. From this, together with other items in the basement, Michael quickly realized the nature of the sex club. His prick started to stiffen. “Its like a dungeon Amanda,” he remarked.

You can call me Mandy, Michael. Yes, it is supposed to be a dungeon and will be even more realistic when we have it refurbished. One of the members is coming in to plaster and make the walls look like rock and up there,” she pointed to places near the ceiling, “Will be two false windows with bars. We’ll need some very subdued light behind them to make it look like dim daylight is coming through.” She went on to explain and showed him what else was required and spread the plans on a solid oak table that also had straps fastened at various points.

“Mandy?” They had stopped for coffee, “Can I ask you what actually goes on at these meetings? Do you really whip people? Torture them? Rape them?”

Mandy laughed. “Are you afraid that if your work isn’t up to scratch, we’ll strap you to that cross and whip you? No we won’t do that, but yes, we do whip, cane and strap people but they come here willingly and submit to it. We don’t rape them because they are willing, but we do screw them in every orifice. The punishments are painful, even very painful but no permanent damage is done.”

“I’ve often fantasized that I was a whip master on a plantation, or the sheikh with a harem or a Gestapo officer interrogating Jewish women prisoners and forcing them to submit to my desires. It sounds as if here you make those kind of fantasizes come true.” Mandy noticed Michael’s eyes were looking vacant and his prick was tenting his overalls.

“If you are thinking about joining, you may need to think again, Michael. You either need to be rich or you need a sponsor. Not only that, you have to serve for at least one year as a submissive slave. A kind of apprenticeship. During that time you will be assigned to a master for six months and then spend six months with a mistress or vice versa.

They will allow you to go about your daily business but will demand your services whenever you are free and will punish you if those services are not up to scratch. You will be brought to at least ten of the monthly meetings here and at those meetings you will be at the mercy of all members.

Members can only be masters if they know what it feels like to be a sub. It’s not something that suits most people and there is a very real difference between fantasy pain and the feel of a whip on your skin. Now let’s get back to work. Think about what it would really be like to be caned, and caned hard and if you still feel you would like to join us, give me a ring and come and see me at the weekend and ask for a sample. I have a flat upstairs.”

Michael did think long and hard. He’d met Mandy several times during the week on business and liked her friendly personality but she never mentioned the weekend. He didn’t either. Now it was Friday afternoon. Decision time. Weighing up his options Michael decided if he didn’t at least try it, he would never get the chance again. “She’s a friendly woman so I guess she won’t hit too hard and I may be able to get my cock into her as well,” he thought. “In any case I’m so much bigger than her, I should be able to overpower her if things get out of hand. He phoned when he got home.

“Come about six Michael, we can have dinner together and I can find a bit more about you afterwards you can decide if you wish to be my slave for the weekend,” suggested Mandy. Michael hadn’t expected to be with her more than one evening but thought the chances of screwing her would be an even higher. Little did he know that Mandy planned to seduce him as well as caning his arse. “If we get him into the club, there is a better chance he will keep his mouth shut and it will be very useful to have him as a semi-permanent electrician,” she suggested to Paul, the Grand Master of the club.

Promptly at six, Mandy let him in. “Nice place you have here,” Michael remarked trying not to look too hard at the revealing way she was dressed, “very spacious for a flat.”

“This was the office end of the printers,” Mandy explained, “And the lounge we are in now was for the typing pool. When lead type was on the way out, girls typed all the text on to long rolls of paper and these were cut and pasted on to sheets for photographing and printing. But you aren’t here to learn about the old printing techniques, you came to have your bottom warmed and you hope to get your cock in me. Right?” Michael could only nod; his eyes were glued to Mandy’s breasts as she bent to kiss his forehead. “Dinner and talk first, then we’ll get down to the real business unless you decide to walk out of the door.”

Dinner over, they sat in comfortable chairs drinking coffee. “So to summarize,” Mandy gave an infectious smile, “You are twenty-one, single, live alone, have your own business and try to work from 7 a.m. and finish at 4 p.m. to allow you to prepare a meal. After tea you often have office work, ordering supplies and booking keeping. You’ve had a number of girl friends, one who lived with you for three months and you’ve had casual sex with several women who you have done work for. None of them really allowed you to dominate them and you’ve not had any homosexual experiences. That about right?”

“You seem to have me summed up, Mandy.” Michael grinned.

“The correct reply should have been ‘Yes, ma’am’. Dinner’s over,” Mandy snapped. “Now is your last chance to leave. If you stay, you are here until four o’clock on Sunday afternoon.”

“Sorry ma’am,” Michael decided to play her game, “I will stay ma’am.”

“Then get those clothes off, I wish to see the hidden parts of my new slave.” Mandy’s voice was sharp and brusque. Willingly Michael undressed and dropped his garments on the floor. “Fold them,” Mandy ordered, “And put them on the chair over in the corner. You won’t need them for a couple of days.” When he was once again standing before her hands behind his neck, Mandy hooked her right index finger under his half-hard prick and gently lifted it as though testing its weight. “Not too bad,” she commented, “Reasonable length and thickness.” Michael wisely refrained from saying, “No girl has complained so far.”

“Turn round, bend right over and spread your legs wide, slave boy.” Mandy probed his arsehole. “Very tight,” she noted, “But we can soon open it up. All the masters will wish to use it, some more than others. And we’ll also have to remove all this hair from around it and from around your prick as well. You will need to be a bald as I am there and your hole just as open.” She bent down and lifted her skirt.

As Michael had suspected from glimpses during dinner, Mandy wore nothing underneath. His prick became fully erect as he gazed at her bare cunt and, when she pulled her bum cheeks apart, he saw how open her arsehole was. He longed the thrust his prick into her but knew he wouldn’t be allowed to do that without permission. “My hair has been permanently removed, but for this weekend I’ll only shave you,” Mandy said. “Stand up straight again,” she ordered and opened a drawer in the sideboard. “You know what these are of course?” She showed him the items she’d taken out.

“Cuffs and a collar.”

“Cuffs and a collar MA’AM! Don’t forget how to address me otherwise you forgetfulness could prove painful. That was your last warning slave boy.”

“Sorry ma’am. I’ll try and remember.” Michael began to wonder if he had gotten himself in deeper than he’d wanted but the sight of her cunt had kept him fully hard and he thought that it might not be too long before he was able to screw her.

“You’re right, cuffs, a collar and also a body belt. All slaves wear them.” Mandy fitted them on and linked the ankles with a short length of chain. The wrist cuffs she connected to the back of the collar. “That is how you will be restrained when not working. We have many other devices that allow you some movement when required,” explained Mandy. “Now because you have made me horny, you will use that tongue of yours to bring me to a climax. Be warned though, if you have an emission, I will cane your prick and if you don’t do a good job with your tongue you will feel this quirt across your arse.”

Michael now realized how helpless he was. He might be bigger and stronger than the woman but he could only walk with short steps and did not have the use of his hands or arms. Hesitating a moment too long Mandy swung the quirt. The thongs curled around and stung his back. He almost cried out but instead sunk to his knees and crawled to where Mandy now sat. He’d never been a great lover of cunt lapping but he knew he would now become very familiar with the technique. Mandy lifted her skirt for a moment and Michael again saw the lovely lips of her hairless cunt. He pushed his face towards it before Mandy dropped the skirt over his head. Tentatively he pushed out his tongue.

“Swish!” “Splat” This time the thongs spread length ways along his arse and some of the ends curled into the crease and caught his tender brown hole. “Aaaagrhh!” Her thighs muffled his cry.

“Get on with it slave boy! Get your tongue right in. Suck my clit. I need to cum!” Mandy emphasized her words with another stroke of the quirt.

Had he been able to use his hands to hold her, had he been able to see what he was doing, Michael might have performed better. Instead he received eight painful strokes before he found the right places to lick and suck and finally gave Mandy the climax she sort. Lifting her skirt again, she told him to stand and was furious to see Michael’s wilting cock and his semen in her lamb’s wool rug.

“What did I say to you?” She raged, “I warned you what I would do, didn’t I?” Dragging him by the hair to a small footstool, she made him kneel with his prick on top of it, then with a piece of rope she tied his ankle chain to his neck collar, forcing his head back. Michael started to plead but she silenced him with a gag. “Stay there,” she commanded. “Normally you would be made to lick up your mess but as it’s my precious white rug, I shall have to clean it with soapy water.” Ten minutes later she returned to Michael. “You haven’t made a very good start to your weekend have you boy? And we haven’t even started to give you a proper caning yet. Pity you couldn’t control yourself better, I was hoping to have that prick of yours inside me tonight but I guess now it won’t be in a fit state to do anything.” Michael could only groan into the gag.

Selecting a riding crop, Mandy used it to push the still sticky prick into position. “A lot of masters like to do this to their slaves on a regular basis so perhaps it is a good thing you get to know right from the beginning just what it feels like.” She brought the tip of the crop down near the base of his cock. Although she didn’t use much force the pain seemed incredible. Michael tried to plead with her but Mandy ignored his pitiful groans and continued to lash the offending piece of flesh on both sides until the last two strokes went across the head. For Michael the pain seemed almost too much to bear. He wanted his hands free, He wanted to touch his prick, he wanted to massage the soreness. He wanted to lash out and hit the woman who caused him so much suffering. He wanted to go home. None of these were options. She had him tied and helpless. He hadn’t realized she could be such a bitch.

She left him kneeling at the stool for some minutes before coming and speaking in a more friendly tone. She untied the rope, “Sorry Michael, that was pretty painful I know but if you want to become a master, that is one of the things you will do to others and I didn’t hit unduly hard. Come, we’d better get you to the bathroom in case you want to spurt piss as well as semen.” The hard toilet seat soon reminded Michael that it was not only his prick that was sore. The lashes from the quirt had made his arse very tender too. When he’d performed in front of her Mandy gently massaged his prick with some salve which eased the pain a little. Had it not been so sore, Michael would have enjoyed it and soon had an erection. As it was it only stiffened a little.

“I’m going to remove your gag now Michael but if you start swearing at me or pleading for release, I will put it back again and it will stay there until morning. Understand?” Michael nodded his agreement. “Remember to keep quiet Michael or you jaw will be very sore and stiff if this ball stays in all night,” Mandy warned again. “Thank me when I take it out.”

“Thank you ma’am.”

“I’m also going to give your hands a little more freedom. Don’t abuse the privilege slave boy.” There was a veiled threat in her words as she undid one wrist and put the cuff around his arm just above the elbow and fastened it to his body belt. When both arms were similarly fastened Michael found he had somewhat restricted use of his hands and forearm but could probably feed himself and do simple tasks. He decided his chances of overpowering Mandy while his ankles were still linked and without the full use of his arms were slim and it would be better to bide his time.

“Come slave boy, no touching your prick unless you want your hands sore as well,” Mandy ordered and took him to the kitchen. “Bring me a glass of wine into the lounge and then get to work and do the washing-up. Make sure you don’t spill the wine on my rug either.” Fortunately he didn’t. “Thank you Michael. Come back in here when you’re done and kneel beside me.”

Half an hour later he shuffled into the lounge to the erotic sight of Mandy sitting skirtless with her legs over the arms of her chair reading. Her cunt was widely and obscenely displayed. Michael rightly guessed she’d want another tongue job. Fortunately the quirt was nowhere to be seen. “Get to it slave boy,” Mandy ordered, “A gentle one this time.”

Fifteen minutes later when she’d climaxed she pushed him away. “Get me another glass of wine please, Michael and there’s a beer in the fridge if you would like one. Relax for a hour until it is time for your introduction to the cane and the butt plug.”

The thought of being caned was far from relaxing for Michael. He picked up a woman’s magazine from the table and started to read but it held little of interest for him and after a short while he put it back and sat watching Mandy. She was still bare from the waist down but now sat in a more conventional way. His prick was still very sore but the sight and smell of her sex when he tongued it and the sight of her now caused him it to harden a little but he knew he dare not touch it. He’d already seen how she could instantly change from being nice and calling him Michael to being a really cruel bitch to her new slave boy.

“Looks like there’s some life coming back to it Michael,” Mandy commented peering at him over the top of her book, “Maybe I will get to feel it inside me before the night is out.”

“I’m not sure ma’am. It maybe too sore to harden properly,” responded Michael, “It’s throbbing badly now.”

They chatted about inconsequential things until Mandy stood, “It’s time slave boy. Go and piss and then come into the bedroom. Sit on the loo so you don’t handle your prick.” On his return she ordered him to lie face down on the bed while she fastened his ankle chain to the foot board. There was no need to tie his wrists because his elbows were still cuffed to the body belt. Mandy sat on the bed alongside him.

“Michael, when you are initiated, that is if you decide to go ahead and join us after I’ve finished with you this weekend, you will be caned by two mistresses chosen at random, Usually somewhere between a dozen and twenty strokes on your buttocks and back. Afterwards five or six masters will bugger you and some of the mistresses will wish to put your prick through its paces. Tonight I’m just going to give you the dozen on your arse and…”

“Ma’am I’m already sore from the quirt and…” Michael tried to plead.

“Stop whining slave boy unless you are asking for the ball to go back in your mouth. And don’t dare interrupt me again when I am telling you what is going to happen. No amount of pleading is going to alter anything except to make me angry and get you more punishment. As I was saying, I am giving your arse a dozen strokes of the cane and afterwards fit you with a butt plug. I could just as easily use full-size dildo and give it a good work out if I’m angered. You can scream if you wish although I hope you will try and keep it under control, but no swearing, pleading or abuse. Understand slave boy?”

“Yes, ma’am. Please ma’am don’t be too hard on me, I’ve never…”

“That’s fourteen strokes,” Mandy snapped, “Do you wish to go for a score or more?”

Knowing he had no choice and shaking slightly with fear, Michael quietly said, “No ma’am.”

“When I’ve finished, I will do what I can to ease the pain and to comfort you. Just how much pain relief and comfort may well depend on the fortitude you show during the caning. Lie still while I fetch the cane.”

The next quarter of an hour was shear hell for him. Mandy laid the cane on slowly and mercilessly. Eleven welts decorated his arse and three across his shoulders. At first he’d tried to take it without yelling but after the third stroke that resolution went out of the window. After every stroke Mandy gave him just enough time to absorb the pain before applying the next. Before she’d finished he was a sobbing wreck. He was sure now he’d made a terrible mistake in coming here this weekend and wanting to join the club.

“This is the butt plug slave boy. Have you seen one before?” Mandy’s voice came through to his fuddled brain.

Michael shook his head. “Only pictures in books ma’am,” he stuttered through his crying. He watched as she lubricated it with Vaseline.

“Up on your knees now boy, arse will in the air so I can get at the hole.” When he’d struggled into the position she desired Mandy firmly eased it in place. “Relax boy otherwise it will hurt.” It felt uncomfortable but now it was in place it didn’t hurt unduly. It was nothing compared to the fire the cane caused. Mandy gave him two Ibuprofen tablets, put cream on his stripes and helped him into bed. The pain eased slightly. Mandy removed her blouse and crawled into bed and held him close to her body. “Unless you do something stupid in the next couple of days Michael, that’s the worst over,” she whispered.

THE END OF CHAPTER TWO