Chapter 16: The Basement Dungeon

We add new games and modify other ones as the three-way relationship between Sarah, Adam and I develops. We create a game where Sarah and Adam each throw two dice an hour or so before bedtime. A throw totalling nine or more means a night spent in the playroom, chained to the mattress, or, if the slave prefers, inside the cage. Before long we add extra elements to the game. A throw of a one and a six means the other slave must suffer the penalty regardless of what they throw in their turn. Sarah invariably prefers the cage, while Adam opts for the mattress, so there is never any argument about who goes where when both of them are to spend the night in the playroom. Despite the severity of the consequences, Adam and Sarah both insist on playing the game every night.

I soon find that Sarah and Adam add extra elements to the game on those occasions when they both end up sleeping in the playroom together. When that happens, Sarah wants her wrists to be handcuffed to the cage above her head, and I notice that Adam prefers to sleep on his stomach. I discover why one Sunday morning. He has been able to push his cock and balls through the hole in the mattress. He would need an enormous erection for Sarah to be able to do more than touch it with her body, but they have clearly been trying a few things. Both look extremely guilty when I discover their game. I oil my hands and reach through the bars of the cage. I give Adam a hand-job until he comes all over Sarah’s chest. Afterwards I unchain Adam and send him for a shower while Sarah lies in the cage covered in semen. When I release Sarah, I have her show me her appreciation in the very intimate way she has become an expert in delivering. Then, covered in both Adam and my sex juices, Sarah is sent for a shower.

When I first agreed to be Sarah’s dom, I said that I could never call her ‘Slave’. Over time I am increasingly treating her as my slave, even though I’ve never called her such to her face, or to others. Sarah certainly doesn’t do anything to discourage me from thinking of her as my property. To the contrary, she plays the role of my slave almost without thinking. I’m not expected to do anything to help around the house. In fact both Adam and Sarah get upset if I offer to help with any of the chores. They have divided the house and garden work between them. Sarah shops, cooks the meals, and does the laundry, while Adam cleans the house inside and out, tends to the garden and does any minor repairs. It’s a stereotypical gender division of labour, but Adam couldn’t cook to save his life, and Sarah goes squeamish at the thought of going anywhere near a creepy-crawly in the garden. This is the same girl who can endure twenty lashes of a whip on her back and arse without complaint!

It isn’t simply having the two of them serving me like royalty which affects my attitude towards them. My biggest power-thrill comes from being able to control some aspects of their sexual activity, both individually and together. Sex is becoming an increasingly large factor in our three-way relationship. Sarah and Adam are back to being good friends, and each draws strength from the other in their self-imposed servitude. They support and encourage each other and they rarely try to get the other into trouble with me. While they sometimes have sex together, neither of them shows any jealousy when the other has sex with me. For my part, I confine any actual sex I have with either of them to the playroom. I don’t impose the same limitation on them, and I never order them to have sex together, even in a game situation. In fact it is almost impossible for them to have sex together during our games because of their bondage, but it is sometimes interesting to grant Sarah’s request to try. On those occasions Sarah shows remarkable ingenuity in her efforts, and Adam is certainly eager for her to succeed.

Adam joins Sarah and I on our Saturday morning run. While our games probably provide ample exercise, I like to use my Saturday run to stamp my authority over Sarah and Adam. It’s one of many small challenges I demand of them throughout the week to check that they are content with my control. While I feel more comfortable these days in my role as their dominatrix, I don’t assume that everything I do is right. Asking them directly for feedback isn’t likely to be rewarded with a truthful answer if something is amiss. Watching their reaction to my commands and their body language as they carry out my orders is a much better gauge.

I also observe and adapt my behaviour to suit their individual fetishes and desires. Sarah finds tight bondage a big turn-on, while Adam is more into humiliation games. Adam responds well when I remind him that he is nothing more than my fuck toy, and I invariably treat him as such. They each tolerate the other’s fetishes, and sometimes help me deliver what is required. For example, Sarah has converted one of the dresses she used to wear when she was a prostitute so that Adam can wear it when he is dusting the furniture. It’s not that he likes wearing women’s clothing, but he likes the scorn Sarah and I throw at him when he’s made to dress in that way. Adam becomes really aroused while he is being insulted and humiliated.

Their punishments are customised to suit each of them. I know that Sarah has a high tolerance for pain, so she can take harsher punishments. Adam on the other hand, can rarely take more than three strokes of the cane without me needing to stop. Consequently I punish Adam much less severely than Sarah for a similar offence. That might seem unfair, but our lifestyle is essentially a game, and games are supposed to be fun for everybody involved. Sarah likes to immerse herself into her chosen slave lifestyle, while Adam is more selective. He’s an enthusiastic and willing participant in our games, but he also has the hardest task of the three of us to switch between his work life and our lifestyle. Consequently I don’t impose my control over too many of his activities outside of our games.

If nothing else, our lifestyle hasn’t damaged our work life or relationships with family and friends. I complete my first year’s studies at university with excellent grades, Sarah’s business goes from strength to strength, and Adam gets a promotion and pay rise at the garage where he works. I know I had a lot of misgivings when Sarah and I entered into our slave contract, but the effect on Sarah’s and my lives seems to have been very positive overall.

We occasionally see Pete, who continues to refer new customers to Sarah’s business. I suspect he is more heavily involved with his brother Greg’s illegal activities than previously, and I’m careful to keep our social contact with Pete to a minimum. Fortunately neither Pete nor Sarah show any desire to renew their former relationship.

Davy becomes a new element to our relationship. Ever since I met him in the restaurant many weeks ago I’ve sometimes thought about him and his fetish for our lifestyle. He is apparently a regular customer of Sarah’s bondage wear side of her business. Consequently it doesn’t come as a complete surprise when Sarah asks me if we can invite Davy to one of our game sessions. I agree to her request although my motives are a little more selfish. I felt attracted to Davy when we first met, and I want to see if I still feel the same way.

By now Davy has moved away from home and he’s flatting across town. His living arrangements don’t give him much opportunity to act out his fantasies, so Sarah’s invitation to join our games is readily accepted. Adam already knows Davy so it isn’t as though we are introducing a stranger. While Adam doesn’t share Sarah’s and my enthusiasm for Davy’s inclusion, he at least doesn’t refuse to join us.

We arrange for a special game session one Thursday evening in our playroom. The game we play gets a bit muddled and it isn’t a huge success, but it gives me an insight into Davy’s fetishes. He’s not as submissive as he first claimed and as far as I can tell from only one session, he may be one of those people who can easily switch between submissive and dominant roles. However, his role here with us is as a submissive. I don’t go as far as having Davy fuck me, but we engage in some sexual play. My interest in him is renewed which seems to be a feeling Davy reciprocates. It isn’t until Sarah’s next confession session that I learn how Sarah had contrived to push Davy and I closer together after Davy had indicated his attraction to me. Although I punish Sarah for her deception, I’m actually relieved as I thought Sarah was doing it because she was getting protective of Adam, whom I still ruthlessly use as my fuck toy. But Sarah eases my mind. Sarah admits that she gets really turned on when Adam is made to fuck me in her presence, so I discard that particular worry. Consequently Davy becomes a regular addition to our Saturday night games, and I occasionally go out with him on a ‘normal’ date during the week.