No-limit-rooms Johanna
Copyright© 2026 by Jepasch
Chapter 27: Dungeons & Dragons
Thriller Sex Story: Chapter 27: Dungeons & Dragons - A BDSM cam girl is searching for her kidnapped twin sister.
Caution: This Thriller Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Crime BDSM DomSub FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Sadistic Torture PonyGirl Interracial Anal Sex Exhibitionism Oral Sex Squirting Water Sports Public Sex Nudism Porn Theatre Revenge Slow
We had to report to Rebecca’s office at 6 a.m. We stood politely in front of her office door as she entered the hallway from the elevator. Rebecca had an apartment up here in the hallway, of course, but she only used it when she had to. Otherwise, she went home to her ranch, which is probably where she was coming from now.
She glanced at us briefly and nodded her head. We immediately threw ourselves to the floor and knelt before her with our heads and upper bodies bowed, like Japanese geisha.
“This is how you will greet me every day, unless I order otherwise. And now come with me to my office!”
We jumped up quickly and Isabell opened the door for Rebecca so that she could enter the room first. Then we followed and knelt in front of the desk. As slaves, we were no longer allowed to sit on a chair or armchair without permission.
“Here is your new contract. With this, you belong to me for one year.”
“I thought we agreed on nine months?” I protested.
Rebecca laughed. “Yes, but you also lost the bet against me that I could make you my slave. That makes three additional months, so 12. And of course, you deserve punishment for that disrespectful address, you do realize that, don’t you?”
I was boiling inside. Nevertheless, I overcame my burgeoning rage and replied submissively: “Forgive me, Mistress, I wasn’t thinking. This slave begs for punishment!”
“There you go!” Rebecca snorted contentedly. “I won’t carry out the punishment now, but when the time is right.
“But back to the topic at hand: according to the contract, the proceeds from one webcam show per week belong to you. In addition, the income from your performances as Kumiho in the basement. This means that all other days you work for me. Everything you earn goes to me. In return, you receive free room and board. Since your apartments are expensive, you will give them up. Your respective leases will be terminated extraordinarily the day after tomorrow. All your personal belongings will be put into storage. You will only keep the bare essentials. If you want to go out on your days off, you will of course have access to them.”
“Mistress, forgive me, but where are we supposed to do our shows if not in our apartments?”
“In the basement, of course! From now on, the third level is your home. Isabell will explain everything to you. She has been through this before. Since you are no longer tenants, you will no longer have access to the wellness area or the other amenities of the building during this time. But that’s all secondary.”
She paused briefly.
“You will no longer have names, only ranks with numbers. Drastic punishments await you, such as isolation, chaining, and of course pain if the rules are broken. Humiliation, too, of course. There will be no more safe words, do you understand?”
I swallowed. “Mistress, but what if it really goes too far for me?”
Rebecca leaned back. “You’ll learn all the details down there, but it’s a slave school. Fixed rules, fixed punishments. The punishments are more in line with what is still common in some prisons today. Except that you will often be naked or dressed provocatively, have to wear chains, and be constantly filmed even when performing personal tasks. Sexual practices will also be used as punishment. Drinking golden showers, or in the worst case, even being chained to a toilet and used as a toilet seat. Whether you have to swallow solid matter depends on what the slave can tolerate. There are some who are into that, so it wouldn’t be a punishment for them.”
She looked at me.
I shuddered at the thought. There were limits I was not prepared to cross: “In such a situation, I would definitely prefer to keep my mouth shut, Mistress!”
Rebecca nodded. “That has already been taken into account. But if things did go too far and someone suffered serious physical or psychological harm, that person would have the opportunity to end the program. They could then leave without any negative consequences for them. With appropriate compensation if any damage remained.”
She gave me the opportunity to ask questions, but I was too confused.
“The first week here is called hell week. It’s not pleasant. You will be punished particularly harshly and learn some of the future methods of punishment. This is also a test of what you can endure. Therefore: Johanna, for the last time, do you voluntarily agree to be my personal slave for a limited time, without restriction, both as a work slave and a sex slave? Will you follow my orders, or those of the other instructors, immediately and without argument or visible reluctance? And are you fully aware of the consequences of not doing so? Then repeat that!”
I glanced briefly at Isabell, who was kneeling next to me with her head bowed as well. Then I nodded. “Yes, Mistress Rebecca: I voluntarily agree to be your slave for a limited period of time, both as a work slave and a sex slave. I will follow your orders, or those of the other dominatrices and doms, immediately and without question or visible reluctance. I am fully aware of the possible consequences of misconduct.”
“Good, then sign the contract now! Isabell will sign as a witness. You may stand up to sign.”
We immediately stood up and walked to the desk with our heads bowed. There, I briefly skimmed through my contract, then we signed. Afterwards, we knelt back down on the floor.
“Good. As soon as I release you, you will go to your apartments and make an inventory list. Mark everything you think you will need on your days off or for your cam performances. Cams and computers are not included. You will be provided with those downstairs. Then start packing everything else. I expect you to be finished by 6 p.m. tonight. Isabell already knows the ropes and will instruct you, Johanna. In the absence of other trainers or supervisors, you must follow her instructions as long as she is above you in rank. And one more thing: any sexual touching, kissing, or mutual caressing is prohibited for both of you unless it is part of the official shows or is explicitly permitted or required, is that clear?”
“Yes, Mistress!” we both replied at the same time.
“Now get to work, you may leave!”
We nodded and left the room.
“Does that mean I have to address you as Mistress now too?” I asked Isabell.
“Only if you want to ask stupid questions. And now we should hurry up.”
We almost kissed, but stopped at the last moment.
“Damn it!” we both exclaimed at the same time.
A woman realizes how much stuff she owns when she starts making a list of it. I had the undeniable advantage of having moved very frequently over the last two years, so I had already gotten rid of all the unnecessary clutter.
I had a storage room at a friend’s place near Berlin where I had stored everything related to Laura and Nadine Zamora. Most of it was Nadine’s stuff, of course, which I didn’t want to throw away as long as there was a chance she might return. At the time, it had been impossible for me to maintain Nadine’s apartment for more than three months, and there is no government assistance in such cases.
All that remained were clothes, a laptop, and a few household items. I only owned books in electronic form, and all my important documents and papers fit into two thick file folders. In fact, I owned more sex toys and erotic clothing for my performances as a cam girl than everything else combined.
As a result, the list of things I wanted to keep access to became very extensive. I had created the list on my tablet. I started in one corner of the apartment and worked my way through systematically. Nevertheless, progress was alarmingly slow. After meeting with Rebecca, I had gotten some moving boxes from a storage room in the apartment basement with Isabell. That way, I could pack up everything I had recorded right away.
Recording my sex toys presented me with a small problem: Should I record each different nipple clamp, or was it enough to write: Nipple and labia clamps, various, 42? And what about my electrosex set? Should I just write down “set,” or list the plugs, dildos, contact pads, clamps, cables, batteries, charger, and control unit individually? I decided to go with the simpler option. I didn’t want to list it on eBay.
I sorted my clothes into three categories: everyday clothes, work clothes, and “both” clothes. Sexy panties can also be worn under jeans, but old cotton panties are not suitable for a webcam session. Well, at least not for mine.
Would I need my bathrobe and towels in the basement? What about jewelry, watches, and small items like notepads and pens? I soon got stuck and had to call Isabell. She didn’t answer until after several rings and sounded like she was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.
“Man, Johanna. I had no idea how many clothes I’d bought over the last two years. I could cry.”
“Should I come down and help you? I don’t have as much as you do.”
She sniffed. “That would be very sweet of you. When will you be done?”
I looked around the room, saw the empty closets, the packed boxes, and the sorted piles. “I’m almost done. Rebecca just has to approve my list, then we can pack.”
“You’re not serious?”
“I’ll be with you in 5 minutes!”
Since I was actually a very chaotic person, I had forced myself in the past to store everything in a systematic and orderly manner. That had helped me a lot now. However, when I arrived at Isabell’s apartment, I was greeted by the scene of a tornado. I could understand her despair.
First, I fought my way through to the kitchen and made us a snack while I gave Isabell advice on how best to proceed. She really needed someone to tell her exactly what to do. But then it worked out.
We quickly ate the sandwiches and then continued working. I kept track of the list, she sorted and packed. The two of us worked quite quickly. Nevertheless, we still weren’t quite finished at five o’clock.
When we knelt before Rebecca at 6:00 p.m. sharp and handed her the lists, she was not satisfied.
“Right, slaves. Isabell, I expected more from you. The last two years of relative freedom don’t seem to have done you any good. Therefore, I will have to demote you. You will be called Five again until you have earned your name back. Understood, Five?
“Yes, Mistress, thank you, Mistress!”
“As for you, Johanna, as you can already guess, you will also lose your name now. All full-time slaves in the basement will be assigned numbers by me. The numbers do not represent names, but are rank designations. One stands for slaves with the right to a name, the other single-digit numbers are for slaves with privileges. Numbers from 10 to 19 are for temporary slaves or slaves in training. The twenties are punishment numbers. For example, 29 is the toilet slave for other slaves and my personal guests. I don’t need to explain what that means. From 20 onwards, your head will also be shaved.”
I was shocked inside. The loss of my hair was a worse prospect than almost any other torture or humiliation. Except for the prospect of being a toilet slave. I could only hope that 29 was just a theoretical punishment for Rebecca.
“Yes, Mistress, I know what that means!”
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