Chapter 35: Family Resolution

Mistress Penelope doesn’t tell me that she has invited her father to the dungeon. I find out when I finish cleaning the dungeon equipment after our morning session with T. I see Mistress Penelope’s father standing in the office talking with her. He has his hands clasped behind his back, surveying what he can see of the dungeon through the door, with the cool, analytical gaze of someone used to judging things quickly and decisively.

He looks out of place here. His formal demeanour doesn’t invite casual conversation. He looks at me with mild curiosity. I’m wearing a black vinyl mini-dress that fortunately is both decent and hides the chastity belt I’m wearing underneath. Normally I would be wearing my leather harness, but the lower section doesn’t fit well with the chastity belt. Mistress Penelope has started making me wear the chastity belt from time to time, particularly if I’m scheduled to spend time with Freya. I suspect it’s to confine our sexual activity, and to some extent it does. But most of my current sessions with Freya are focussed on completing the portraits for the gallery, so it’s no great hardship so far.

Mistress Penelope invites her father into the main room of the dungeon. He stands in the middle of it like a marble statue dropped into a river. Mistress Penelope stands beside him with a carefully neutral expression. She’s wearing her latest dominatrix outfit; a soft black leather bustier and matching skirt, adorned with leather straps that make her look formidable.

Good morning, sir,” I say, unsure what Mistress Penelope expects me to do.

He turns to me, his expression softening slightly. “Sally. Good to see you.”

Mistress Penelope’s eyes flick toward me, a silent warning not to interfere. But I can hardly evaporate into thin air. He studies some of the equipment with critical eye.

He clears his throat. “How does this contraption work?”

Mistress Penelope’s jaw tightens. “Would you like a demonstration?”

“Perhaps Sally can oblige,” he says turning his gaze back to me.

“Yes, of course,” says Mistress Penelope. “Sally, into position.”

I allow Mistress Penelope to lock my neck into central part of the metal head-stocks before she proceeds to fasten my wrists to either end of the bar, leaving my arms spread wide. She then guides me to the pair of chains hanging from the ceiling and proceeds to clip the chains to the extremities of the stocks, forcing me to stand in position with only a limited range of movement.