Chapter 25: The Dungeon

MIOKO

It had been three weeks since Kioko’s Rose Ceremony, and life had settled into a comfortable rhythm.

Well, “comfortable” might be the wrong word.

More like “deliciously chaotic.”

Kioko and I had discovered that we made an excellent team when it came to pushing Daniel-san’s buttons. She’d always been more reserved, more obedient, but lately she’d been taking pages from my playbook.

I’ve created a monster. A beautiful, bratty monster.

Today, we’d taken things a bit too far.

Daniel-san had gone to work early for an important meeting, and Kioko and I had been left alone in the apartment.

One thing led to another.

A kiss turned into touching.

Touching turned into more.

And before we knew it, we were in bed together, pleasuring each other, getting lost in the moment.

His bed. We’re in his bed. Using his pussy without permission. We are so dead.

But it had felt so good, so right, that we couldn’t stop.

By the time we’d both cum – multiple times – the bedroom smelled distinctly of sex.

“We should probably shower,” Kioko said, still catching her breath.

“And maybe Febreze the entire room.”

“And burn the sheets.”

“And possibly flee the country.”

We giggled nervously and headed to the shower.

But we didn’t move fast enough.

DANIEL

My meeting had ended earlier than expected, which meant I got home around 3 PM instead of 6.

The moment I walked into the apartment, I knew.

The bedroom door was open, and the unmistakable scent of sex hung in the air.

Oh, they didn’t.

I walked to the bedroom and looked around. Rumpled sheets. Damp spots. The scent even stronger in here.

Oh, they absolutely did.

I heard the shower running in the master bathroom.

Both of them. Together. Using my property without permission.

I smiled.

Perfect.

I walked back to the living room and called out loudly, “Mioko! Kioko! Front and center!”

I heard scrambling from the bathroom, whispered panic, then both women appeared in the living room wearing only bathrobes, hair still wet.

They looked guilty as hell.

“Yes, Master?” they said in unison, trying to look innocent.

I positioned myself in the center of the living room.

“Come here. Both of you.”

They shuffled forward nervously – Mioko on my left, Kioko on my right.

Kioko was a half-step closer, so I turned to her first and leaned in, sniffing her face.

She froze.

Then I turned and sniffed Mioko’s face.

Also frozen.

I positioned myself between them and reached down, cupping Kioko’s pussy through her robe.

She let out a startled “Eek!”

I looked her dead in the eye. No anger. Just feigned annoyance and barely suppressed amusement.

“Whose pussy is this?” I asked, giving her a gentle squeeze.

Kioko lowered her head and smiled coyly. “It’s your pussy, Master.”

I turned to Mioko and gave her little mound a squeeze through her robe.

“And whose pussy is this?”

She knew what was coming. She could barely contain her grin.

“It’s your pussy, Master ... but I borrowed it.”

I still had Kioko’s pussy well in hand when she couldn’t help herself and giggled.

I gave her the evil eye. “What’s so fucking funny?”

“Sorry, Master, but I lent your pussy out also. I-I—”

“SHUT UP! What the fuck were you two doing with MY pussy?!”

Mioko snickered and looked at Kioko, expecting her to confess.

But Kioko seemed to take a bratty page from Mioko’s book and replied innocently, “Brunch?”

Mioko lost it and burst out laughing.

I nodded, trying not to smile. “Into the dungeon. Both of you. Now.”

Kioko’s eyes went wide. “The ... the dungeon?”

She doesn’t know about it yet. Perfect.

Mioko did a crisp about-face and exclaimed, “Goody, goody, goody!”

KIOKO

Dungeon? What dungeon? We have a DUNGEON?

I followed Mioko and Master Daniel down the hallway to what I’d always assumed was just a storage room.

Master Daniel unlocked the door and flipped on the lights.

My jaw dropped.

It looked like an actual medieval dungeon – faux stone and mortar walls with rings mounted at strategic points, a spanking bench, what looked like a medical examination table, a St. Andrew’s cross, an electric winch hanging from the ceiling, shelves lined with implements.

Floggers. Crops. Paddles. Canes. Chains. Restraints. Clamps.

Holy shit.

“You ... you built this?” I breathed.

“I’ve been working on it for the past month,” Master Daniel said. “I was waiting for the right time to introduce you to it. Congratulations, you two just earned yourselves the grand opening.”

Mioko was practically vibrating with excitement beside me.

She’s been waiting for this. She loves this stuff.

“Which one of you pussy-stealing bitches wants to go first?” Master Daniel asked.

Mioko and I pointed at each other simultaneously.

“You!”

“No, you!”

Master Daniel looked at me directly, his expression softening slightly.

“Kioko, sweetheart, do you trust that I won’t hurt or abuse you?”

I looked around the room – at all the intimidating equipment, the chains, the implements designed to cause pain.

Then I looked at him.

At the man who’d healed me. Protected me. Shown me that intimacy could be safe and beautiful.

“I trust you, Master. I believe that you won’t hurt me.”

He smiled. “Good. Because you’re both going to be punished for playing with my property without permission. But I promise you – this will be intense, but safe. Challenging, but not traumatic. Do you understand?”