Day One

Time passes.  You return to your normal life.  Your visits with DKH resume their normal pattern. However, your thoughts continue to return to TDS and his cavern. You aren't sure if it is simple curiosity or deeper desires that drive your interest.  One evening, you open the conversation with DKH.

"Would it worry you if I told you that I keep thinking about TDS and the cavern?"

"Worry me?  No.  In fact, I would be surprised if you weren’t thinking about his invitation. I do find it interesting.  It makes me wonder what is driving the interest."

"I really don't know.  I have always enjoyed the times when you have allow him upstairs to play.  He is intense, but I haven't found it to be too far past my limits.”

"When he comes upstairs, it is with very well delineated limits and terms.  Anyone going past that door goes in on his terms, not mine. There are only his rules beyond that door at the bottom of the stairs."

"Didn't you say that my visit was on your terms?"

"No.  I actually said that He knows my rules and for that one visit he agreed to abide by them.  I also told you that anyone who goes beyond the door is out of my control.  I won't enter there without his permission nor do I have any say over what happens within that area."

You pause to think.

"What if he actually killed someone down there or did them such grievous bodily harm that they required hospitalization or were permanently deformed?"

"Then he would have to answer for the situation.  Neither he nor I are above the law.  He also understands the concept of free will and personal responsibility.  If he chooses to do something he does it with the full understanding that he must live with any consequences that may come with his actions and his choices."

"So, he does have a moral compass?"

"Oh yes.  The question is does he follow it? He is not amoral. He is not psychotic or sociopathic. He is what I would call a rational anarchist.  He believes such things as society, government, and state exist only as an extension of self-responsible individuals.  Governments, states, and societal rules are merely the outward representation of what any rational self-responsible person would do. However, he also believes that only he can decide which of those rules, regulations, and laws he must follow.  In simple terms, if he decides to run a stop sign is anyone injured or harmed?  No.  If he runs the stop sign, strikes another car and kills the driver of the other vehicle, he alone should bear the responsibility for his decisions and actions. He would tell you that he would accept that without argument or question.  Therefore, the rational decision would be to stop at the stop sign and proceed safely.

Society also applies moral or cultural rules about behavior that follow the same rationale.  Society as a whole says it is immoral or, in some cases, even unlawful to cause someone else physical pain. Society has pinned a label on people who find enjoyment in these kinds of activities.  We usually call them sadists.  However, what if the person being hurt accepts the treatment willingly.  Even to the point of great pain and possible debilitating injury?  What is the rational answer?  Has there been a wrong done?  If both parties receive enjoyment and pleasure, is there a moral wrong committed?"

You look at him somewhat mystified.

"That is some pretty deep philosophical stuff."

"Yeah, but you need to understand. He does what he wants to do with full understanding of his responsibilities. If you aren't prepared to deal with the fact that he defines his own limits not based on laws, rules, regulations.  His measure is only what repercussions he is willing to deal with."

You think a moment before responding.

"I guess my questions for you is do you think I will be safe if I choose to accept his invitation to return?"

"That depends on what you define as safe.  Safety can be defined very broadly.  Do I think you will come out of his lair alive?  Yes.  I have no doubts.  Will you suffer?  Yes, again.  That is his thing.  Will you suffer physically.  Yes.  Will you suffer any permanent damage, marks, or injury.  That one is a little harder to answer.  He might very well decide that he wants to brand you.  That is definitely a permanent mark, but won't leave you permanently disabled to injured."

"What about things like broken bones or dislocated joints.  I saw that rack and that is just made for that sort of thing."

"To my knowledge he has never broken anyone’s bones or dislocated any joints.  However, I am not sure he wouldn't break a finger or a toe if the mood struck him.  Neither one would be life threatening, but excruciatingly painful, none the less."

"What do you think he will do?"

"I have no idea."

You get silent for many minutes.  It is apparent you are thinking, and I don't disturb you. 

"Can you ask him if he would invite me back down?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Very well.  I will ask him."

I leave the room and go to my office where the intercom system resides.  After a few minutes I return.

"Well, what did he say?"

"He said you are welcome to come back to visit with some stipulations."

"What are they?"

"You must make arrangements to stay with him no less than 5 days.  You will enter his domain with the understanding that you will have no safe words.  You will not put anything off limits. You will make a public statement to him and me that you agree to all of his terms and conditions."

"No safe word?"

"That's what he says."

I watch as you shift uncomfortably in the chair.  I can see the indecision in your eyes. I wait as you struggle with your decision.

"When would he want to do this?"

"He anticipated your question and says that you can come down immediately if you so wish."

Your eyes go wide.

"He anticipated this.

"He is very astute and reads people well."

You seem to hesitate than speak.

"Let him know I am coming.  I need a while to make some phone calls and make some arrangements to be away for a week. Do I need to take anything with me?"

"I would guess that you don't need to take anything other than any prescription meds, if you take any."

You nod.

“Tell him my decision and will make my arrangements.”

I leave the room again for a few minutes.  In the meantime, you use your cell phone to make several calls.  I re-enter the room and remain standing.

"He is ready.  He says to come down when you have made your arrangements.  He did say to leave your cell phone and any personal items here with me for safe keeping.  You won’t be needing them downstairs."

We make the long climb down the stairs and to the heavy wooden door.  I unlock the door but before I open the bolts, I turn to you.

"Last chance to back out.  No embarrassment if you want to change your mind."

"No.  Let's go."

"No.  You go.  I don't go any further.  Once that door opens and you step inside, I lock the door and you are there for at least 5 days."

You nod.

I unbolt the door, pull it open and step to one side.  Nothing is visible inside except the darkness.  You step inside and immediately I push the heavy door closed, throw the bolts and turn the lock.  You can hear my footsteps receding into the distance.  A voice comes from across the room. It is distinctly different from the voice you heard last time.  This voice is deeper, more commanding.

"Take off all your clothing.  Fold it neatly and leave it beside the door."

You cannot see him.  The room seems darker than you remember. Nevertheless, you pull off your clothes and place them in a neat pile to the side of the door.  You stand naked in the dim light.

"Follow me."

The door to the left opens.  You know this leads to the corridor with the playrooms.  You can see his silhouette as he goes through the door.  You follow as he leads you down the corridor.  He opens one of the doors and you follow him inside.  He has led you to the medical room.  The lights are lower this time.  Inside he closes the door.  He looks at you in the brighter light.

"Through that door is a bathroom.  There is a shower.  I want you to shower.  Wash your hair.  You will find a razor and lotion.  You are to shave everything below your neck.  If I find a single hair anywhere on your body, you will get a stroke with the cane for every hair I find below your neckline.  Wash off all your makeup.  There is a towel.  When you are done, come back out here."

You nod and start toward the bathroom.  You stop as he speaks in a harsh tone.

"STOP.”

You immediately stop and look at him.

When you are spoken to you will answer yes sir or no sir.  You will address me as sir or master.  Failure to do so will get you a severe punishment.  Do You Understand?"

You answer immediately.

"Yes Sir."

"Good.  Now go shower and shave."

"Yes Sir."

You turn and hurry through the door and into the bathroom.  There is no door on the room nor any shower curtain. You adjust the water and step in. As tempted as it is to luxuriate in the shower, you take his manner and his tone to heart.  You lather your hair and then rinse it thoroughly.  You cover yourself in lather and immediately go to work with the razor you find in the shower.  It takes you some time to shave your whole body.  You pay particular attention to your pubic hair, being careful not to miss any hair.

 As a last thought, you put more lather between your ass cheeks and gingerly run the razor over and around your asshole.  It is difficult since there is no stool or mirror.  Once you are fairly sure that you have shaved completely, you turn off the water, step out and grab the thick plush towel hanging on the rack. You dry quickly and decide that it is best to leave your hair as it is.  You return to the exam room and find him still standing where he was when you left.

He looks are you critically.

There is a brush in the bathroom.  Brush your hair and pull it back into a ponytail.  You should find ties there as well."

"Yes Sir."

You return to the bathroom, find the brush and quickly brush the tangles from your hair.  Several different types of ties are on the counter.  You choose a simple elastic band which you quickly wrap around your hair.  You return to the exam room.

"Better.  Follow me."

He leads you out of the exam room and down the corridor toward the very end.  He opens a door into a room you have not visited before.  Inside you see that it is a large room that is used for storage.  Part of it appears to be a costume and wardrobe storage area.  He opens a drawer on a chest and searches for a moment then pulls out a small package.  From another drawer he takes what looks like a leather harness of some sort.  He turns to you and hands you the package.

"You will wear stockings and heels at all times unless I tell you to dress differently.  Pick out a pair of black heels in your size."

He points to a large rack of shoes at one end of the room. 

"Yes sir."

You move obediently to the shoe collection and find a pair of open toed heels in black patent leather.  You turn to face him with the shoes and the stockings in your hand.

"Put them on.  You can use the chair."

You sit and unpackage the stockings.  You pull them on carefully, then pull the shoes on, buckle the straps and stand.  He looks at you and nods.

"Very good.  Now, for this evening you will wear one other thing."

He moves behind you and then holds the leather harness in front of you, his arms around you.  You can feel his breath on your neck.  He fastens a collar around your neck.  he fits your breasts through two parts of the leather harness and buckles a strap behind your back.  Next, a wider leather strap that is attached with an upright strap to the loops around your breasts is fastened and buckled at your back.  Hanging from the leather belt is the piece that caught you attention first.  A wider strap with a long thick black dildo and a wide short butt plug attached. 

"Spread your legs."

You spread your legs slightly and he growls at you again.

"Wider.  I want your cunt wide open."

You step further apart.  You feel him reach between your legs and grab the leather strap.  Suddenly, you feel the dildo head spart your labia. Without any warning or lubrication, he jams the dildo deeply into your pussy.  You screech as the silicon enters you with no lube.  Before you can catch your breath, you feel the head of the butt plug at your ass.  He does take a bit more time and works the butt plug into your ass slowly.  It is no less comfortable as it too is unlubed.  You gasp, groan, and squeeze your eyes shut as the huge plug is forced past your sphincter and into your ass.  You feel his hands working at the waist belt and realize that he has buckled the crotch strap in the back holding the two invading lengths of silicone inside you. 

He grasps one of your wrists and quickly buckles a leather manacle around your wrist.  The manacle is attached to the leather waist belt as well and holds your wrist tight to your side.  Just as efficiently, he treats your other wrist the same.  You see him move back in front of you and look at you up and down.  His hands move to the two loops around your breast.  He adjusts the loops until they are snug against your chest at the base of your breasts.  He then pulls the loops tight and buckles them.  The effect is to pull your tits up and to confine them so that they slowly begin to swell.  Stepping back, he looks at you.

"That is a good start.  You will wear this until I tell you to change."

"Yes Sir."

"By the way.  You should be aware of one other thing."

He holds up a small remote control."

"That dildo and butt plug are fitted with electrical contacts.  If you misbehave or fail to follow orders, you will get this."

He presses the button momentarily.  Immediately it feels like the inside of your pussy and ass are on fire.  An electric shock passes between the plug and the dildo causing your asshole and your pussy to contract and spasm.  It is painful and you gasp and jerk.

"That is on the mild setting.  I can turn it up progressively.  I can assure you that at the highest setting you cannot stand and will collapse.  You will probably lose control of your bladder and piss yourself. Each time you receive a shock, I will turn the power up so the next infraction nets you more pain."

Your eyes are wide but you manage to speak.

"Yes Sir."

"Good girl.   Now follow me."

He turns and moves into the corridor.  You walk, somewhat uncomfortably, into the hall and wait as he closes the door to the room, then starts toward the far end of the corridor.  He leads you back to the living area of the cavern.  Once there he turns again to speak to you.

"You will stay with me at all times unless I instruct you differently or you are in a situation where you physically cannot follow me.  When I stand, you will stand to my left and one pace behind me unless I am speaking to you.  You will keep your eyes down.  You should not look at me directly unless instructed to do so.  If I am sitting, you should sit to my left on one of the cushions.  When you sit you may position yourself with both legs to one side and folded or you may kneel with your ass cheeks on your heels.  If you elect to kneel, your knees should be spread apart.  Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Have you had dinner yet?"

"No Sir."

With your eyes cast downward, you can't see his face. 

"Very well.  Come with me."

He makes his way to the kitchen.  You move with him, staying alert to keep your position without being in the way.  He moves confidently around the kitchen until a substantial meal consisting of a huge sandwich of fresh cold cuts, cheeses, lettuce and tomatoes are on a plate.  There are several different kinds of chips on a separate plate and two large glasses of ice water.   He picks up all the dishes and moves to the end of the island and takes a seat.  He sets the dishes on the counter and looks down to his left.  There is a cushion there. You hurry to kneel on the cushion, being sure to spread your legs wide apart. 

"Good girl."

You realize that with your wrists cuffed to your waist, there is no way you can feed yourself.  Your unspoken question is answered quickly.  After he has taken a generous bite of the sandwich, he turns and offers the second sandwich to you.  You take a bite.  The sandwich is delicious, and you realize you are famished.

 The meal continues accordingly.  He eats and occasionally offers you bites.  He drinks and holds the glass for you to drink.  He selects chips and then offers one to you.  In time, your hunger is sated, and he wipes his mouth on the linen napkin.  He leans down and wipes your mouth then brushes a few crumbs off your breasts.  As he does, he runs a finger over your now swollen and distended nipple.  You moan slightly at his touch.

You can hear the smile in his voice.

"Ah.  You are a horney little slut.  This small amount of attention has you excited.  I like that.  Do you need anything else to eat?"

"No Sir."

"Very good.  Let me clean up the kitchen and this mess.  Remain where you are."

You sit on the cushion and watch his lower body as he cleans the kitchen, wipes up, and puts the food away.

"Come with me."

He turns and heads to the living room.  You rise quickly and follow him, trying to keep up with his pace.  You find that getting up and down without your hands can be challenging.  In the living room, he sits in a large recliner and raises the foot piece as he turns on the large screen TV mounted on the wall.  You find a cushion next to the chair and this time you sit with your legs curled to one side.  As you sit, the plug and dildo make their presence known. You shift several times trying to find the most comfortable position.

He is absorbed in a documentary about World War II and seems to be paying you no mind.  You wonder exactly what is on his mind and what he has in store for you.  It is apparent that the next 5 days will be unlike anything you have experienced.  You raise your eyes trying to see the TV screen when suddenly your pussy and ass light up again.  This time the pain is enough to cause you to try and grasp your crotch with your manacled hands.  Tears fill your eyes, and you hear him speak.

“Remember.  You are to ask permission before you do anything.”

"Yes Sir.  May I watch TV Sir."

"Yes.  You may raise your eyes to watch TV."

For the next hour you sit on the cushion and watch the documentary.  You are content and you find, that you are happy with no fears or trepidation.  You feel completely at home in your present situation.  It would be more comfortable without the dildos and the harness, but the slight discomfort is actually arousing. The sensations do make concentrating on the television show a bit difficult.  You manage to relax and enjoy the show.

When the show ends, he lowers the recliner and stretches as he stands.

"We will call tonight good.  I am tired and ready for bed.  Come with me."

Rising, you follow obediently. He leads you to the bedroom.  As he enters, he points to cushion near the bed.

“Sit there and wait while I get ready for bed.”

You move to the cushion and kneel again.  This time you elect to sit on your heels and remember to spread your legs wide.  You can see him moving around the room and when you see his bare legs moving away from you, you steal a glance up to see him naked walking toward the closet.  When he returns, he is wearing a pair of silk pajama bottoms. 

He stops next to the bed, leans down and opens the small, barred door to the space under the bead.  You can see that there are how cushions in the space as well as several thick comforters.

"In you go.  This is where you sleep."

You crawl forward into the caged space under the bed.  He closes the door behind you and attaches a small padlock.