Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Eight  

With the blindfold off, I could see the room had a few clusters of people. In one corner, as I had been told, a girl was being hit with a rather nasty whip. In another, a domme was running a knife over a bound man’s chest. I looked over to Craftsmate and he grinned, tapping the flat rubber end of my gag with his index finger. “Is that better?” I nodded. 

I nearly jumped when I heard a voice on the other side of me. “Oh, she can see now,” said a girl seated on the couch beside me, presumably to Craftsmate. I felt my cheeks reddening under the hood and realized that people had been looking at me while I was blindfolded.

Craftsmate smiled and clapped my knee, “yeah. I figured she would want to watch.”

Before I could even recover from the humiliation of one person talking right about me as if I wasn’t even there, the domme who had been doing the knifeplay walked over to the couch. She introduced herself to Craftsmate and the two started to have a conversation, all the while I sat there in a silence enforced by the large rubber cock sitting on my tongue.

At one point, she looked over and smirked at me in the sort of acknowledgement that, while I was in this position, I wasn’t going to receive any kind of formal greeting. The degree of condescension in her smile was indescribable.