Chapter 88: Amber: An Evening in the Dungeon

Amber

Pearl and I are left alone in the dungeon. I’m spread-eagled against an X-frame, facing outwards. The leather cuffs on my wrists and ankles are the only items covering my naked body. It’s embarrassing and humiliating, and yet strangely exciting. I chose to be a Bondage Slave for the next two weeks, and I’m already beginning to understand the consequences of my choice.

Pearl is also bound to a frame, although she is fully dressed ... if you can count her exposed tits as being fully dressed. Since all those of the Slave caste must leave their tits exposed, her indecent costume qualifies as fully dressed. She’s struggling against the leather cuffs that attach her wrists to either end of the crossbar of the T-frame. Her ankles are unbound, although that doesn’t help her do more than fidget.

“Are you okay, Pearl?” I ask.

“Yeah. It’s just I’m getting hungry and the evening meal will be over soon. I don’t know how we are going to manage. Rebecca hasn’t returned since she bound us to these frames, and Tessa doesn’t have the authority to release us ... or so she says.”

“That’s Madame Rebecca to you,” says the new arrival. “And Tessa was telling the truth. She’s a member of the Slave caste, so she has no authority to release you from the dungeon.”

I do a double take when I recognise the new arrival. It’s Melissa. Only now she is wearing a black leather outfit used exclusively by members of the Mistress caste, whereas this afternoon she was dressed as a slave.

“Melissa?” I query, in case she has a twin.

“You address me as Madame Melissa from here on, Slave Amber,” she replies. “You two are really going to need to practise your club etiquette.”

“Sorry, Madame Melissa,” I reply. “It’s just that you were dressed as a member of the Slave caste this afternoon.”

“Hmmm. Yes. And my transformation is entirely your fault,” she replies. “I’m going to be your overseer for the next two weeks, and to do that I had to change castes.”

“I didn’t think that was possible at short notice,” I reply. “ ... Madame.”

“Not normally, no. But there are extenuating circumstances, so here I am ... and there you are. You and I are going to become intimately acquainted over the next two weeks. I hope you are mentally prepared.”

Madame Melissa unfastens Pearl’s wrists from the T-frame and sends her on her way for a belated evening meal, and a chance to relax before bed. I mull over Madame Melissa’s words. What does she mean about becoming intimately acquainted? I realise I should have given much more thought to my choice of being a Bondage Slave.

Once free of her restraints, Pearl looks at me with concern. I flick my head, indicating that she should go and let me manage my own fate. I recall that I have a safe word to end whatever I’m experiencing should it all get to be too much.

I was half expecting Madame Melissa to release me, but she doesn’t do so. Instead she selects a leather crop from a collection of punishment instruments laid out neatly along a table. She brushes the end of the crop against my thighs before drawing it upwards between my legs, across my belly and ending by circling my nipples. The effect on me is electric.