ivy’s first trip to a dungeon

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Nine

When he had finished speaking with the domme, Craftsmate grabbed ahold of the chain between my handcuffs and hitched it up before letting it rest behind my head. As a result, my arms were tugged up and out of the way, hands left to rest on either side of my neck. As I whined into my gag, he hiked my shirt up and fished into his pockets for my nipple clamps from earlier.

He slid the clamps on and smirked. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He pulled me closer and tugged down on the chain. “Aww, does that hurt?” I squealed and nodded. He chuckled. “Well, good.”

Somewhere in the middle of squirming around on the couch while Craftsmate tortured my nipples, I wound up making eye-contact with the guy who had been whipping the girls. He had been watching rather intently while Craftsmate fiddled with the tightness of the clamps, tugged the chain, pinched at the exposed bit of nipple past the end of the clamp. I whined lowly and straightened up a bit, feeling as if I had to comport myself a bit better if another dom was watching me, if not to legitimate Craftsmate’s authority a bit more.

The man smiled and just continued to watch. Craftsmate tugged the chain hard and I screamed behind the rubber cock in my mouth, my eyes squeezing shut from the pain. When I blinked my eyes open, the man’s grin had only curved higher and he was hardly masking a chuckle.

Later, I told Craftsmate about it.

“Oh, yeah,” he said like it was no big deal that a complete stranger had been watching him torture me while I was basically topless. “Whatever. There were people watching you the whole time. When I walked you around the club, when I was watching that girl get whipped.”

Followers, I just can’t.

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.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Seven

After a little bit, Craftsmate and I decided to head over to one of the play areas. Before we sat down, he put my hood back on plus the blindfold and gag in front of everyone and I blushed so hard my cheeks burned against the material covering them. Taking hold of my leash, he escorted me over to a couch.

My feet were starting to become a bit tired from the heels on my boots and there was a growing stumble in my step, so I was grateful when he had me take a seat before I felt him sit down next to me. Around us, I could hear people talking but I could barely make out the conversation.

Craftsmate cuffed my wrists together in front and leaned in close to me, whispering through the spandex of the hood over my ear. “Do you like that everyone can see you like this?”

I whined around the rubber cock in my mouth and he stroked my forehead as if he were petting the trapped hair beneath the hood.

He continued to explain to me the layout of the room, the people inside of it. His hand rested on my knee and I felt a bit more grounded and secure. Otherwise, the noises and the conversation was a bit overwhelming.

“There’s a girl getting beaten over in the corner. Everyone’s watching this guy with his whip,” Craftsmate explained, “do you think I should volunteer you next? I’m not sure you could handle it. It’s pretty mean-looking.”

I buried my covered face in the crook of his neck and groaned.

He chuckled, “fine, sweetheart. Do you want to watch, too?”

I nodded and he reached up, unbuckling the blindfold.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Six

Eventually, Craftsmate let me out of the cage and we decided to hang around for a little bit away from the play areas. I stayed on the leash, but that was about the farthest thing from strange considering the environment we were in. Which, all things considered, set me at ease. It was nice to feel a little bit normal.

Across the play area, there was a girl in a pair of absurdly high pink heels reclined in a chair, checking her phone. Beside her was a bag, out of which a number of nasty-looking floggers and whips were sticking out. Even if she looked a bit disinterested in everything, she was still gorgeous.

Craftsmate caught me staring.

“I like her shoes,” I explained quickly.

He smirked. “Oh yeah? Her shoes? Why don’t you go over and tell her?”

“No, no, no, no,” I insisted, shaking my head emphatically. “I don’t want to disturb her or anything.”

“Do you want me to go over there and ask if she wants to borrow you?” He asked, smiling in the kind of way to suggest that he was not even remotely bluffing.

“No!” I squealed and Craftsmate started laughing.

“Fine,” he replied, “you get off easy this time.”

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Five

Eventually, Craftsmate had me stop walking and hold still while he removed the blindfold, gag, hood and handcuffs. I blushed when I noticed the fact that there were people standing around near us and reached up to nervously wipe some drool from the corner of my mouth. Taking hold once more of the leash, he leaned down and kissed me, saying that he was proud of what I had done. And, truth be told, I was, too.

Beside us was what can be aptly described as a crawlspace with bars on it, essentially a cage dug into the wall. After opening up the door, Craftsmate applied some pressure to my shoulder and had me kneel and crawl inside. Once I was in, he pulled the bolt shut on the door and tied my leash to the bars to prevent me from crawling away from the front of the cage.

“Aw, look at you in there. How cute,” he teased. A couple walked by, both partners casting a glance down into the cage and smirking before continuing on. My cheeks were burning as Craftsmate pulled a chair up by the cage and took a seat. "I like you in there,“ he explained, "I think you’re going to stay in there for a little bit.”

I started to pout, but paused as I looked beyond him and noticed a man securing a woman over a bench. She was practically naked, save for a pair of panties and a collar around her neck. As the man began to flog her, Craftsmate followed my gaze and I could see him grin.

“Were you watching them?” He asked, knowing the answer.

“No,” I replied and turned my head.

He reached down through the bars and grabbed hold of my hair, turning my head. “No, no, I think you should watch him beat her.” He was smiling. “Do you like that?” He asked, patting my cheek. “Do you like the way he’s hurting her?" I tried once more to look away and he pulled my head back to face forward. "Come on, watch them.”

I could have died right on the spot.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Four

Craftsmate reached down my stockings and removed the vibrator. He took off the clamps and rubbed some of the ache out of my nipples. He pulled my collar on before I heard the click of the leash being attached. After taking some time to pull my skirt back down and straighten out my clothing, he let my arms down. I had an opportunity to stretch them out before he locked them behind my back with a pair of handcuffs.

“All right, let’s go,” Craftsmate said and pulled on the leash. I groaned softly and followed, stumbling a bit as I adjusted to walking with most of my senses partially or completely taken away.

He stopped and applied gentle pressure to my shoulders, encouraging me to sit on what I soon found was a chair behind me. Sitting down as well, Craftsmate looped an arm around me, rubbing my shoulder while I swore I could hear him talking to someone. The hum of conversation was around us and I hung my head, unspeakably humiliated. I could barely tell who was talking to who before he helped me back to my feet, looped an arm around my shoulder, and let me out into what I deduced was the main crowd of people.

I stumbled a bunch, shaky on my boots and practically hobbled by the idea of how many people were probably seeing me like this. I nearly knocked into someone and I heard some voice say “lovely” from behind me. I tried to convince myself that they weren’t referring to me and that this place was big enough and that maybe people were too wrapped up in their own business to notice some girl being led around the dungeon on a leash, handcuffed, hooded, blindfolded and gagged.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Three

Craftsmate had purchased two new items to bring along to the dungeon earlier that week: a black spandex hood with holes for the eyes and another for the nose and mouth and a rubber gag with a cock-like protrusion that got shoved in my mouth. The former was because I had expressed that I was worried about people seeing my face while I did stuff and being ashamed about it, in addition to the fact that I may have a teensy tiny fascination with hoods. The latter was Craftsmate’s idea of a fun surprise which made me blush all kinds of red.

In a matter of moments, I was wearing both of them, in addition to my blindfold. Between the way my head was basically completely encased and the blaring music of the club, I was terribly disoriented. My head was indescribably swimmy and I could barely process what was going on when Craftsmate rolled my skirt up and tucked it into the waistband of my stockings.

He started to spank me. Through the confines of the hood and the bass of the music, I could hear people talking. My cheeks burned and I only blushed deeper when I realized the wetness on my chin was my own drool soaking into the material of the hood.

I moaned lowly around the rubber cock in my mouth when Craftsmate shoved my vibrator down the front of my stockings and turned it on. He alternated between spanking me and adjusting the vibrator from low to high to off, driving me near insane before he pushed me up against the wall.

“Do you like this?” He asked as he adjusted the restraints so my arms were linked together above my head. I nodded and moaned. “Do you feel out of control?” I nodded once more and felt him step away.

For a moment, I was concerned he had actually just left me there and swung my leg out behind me to locate him. He laughed when I tapped his shin.

“Aww, sweetheart,” I could hear him smirking. “Did you think I left you here for somebody to find?” He pulled my blouse out of my skirt and hiked it up. My bra followed and I was grateful to be facing the wall and unable to see if anyone was looking. At first, I wasn’t sure what the sting on my nipples was, but once he started yanking the chain I realized it was the clamps.

He turned the vibrator back on and started spanking me once more. With my arms tied together, I found I could now turn to face him – although I could not see him – and attempt to protect my stinging ass. He would simply grab me by the hips and turn me back around, but as the whole situation sunk in more and more, I found myself stumbling and pacing. I felt like I was floating above myself and the only thing keeping me anchored to the situation was the stinging pain in my ass and nipples and the buzz of the vibrator.

Eventually, Craftsmate turned me to face him, removed the gag and checked in with me. “Do you want to go find a couch for a bit? You did a very good job.”

“No, no,” I replied, panting, “no, I want to keep going. I don’t want this to end yet. Is…is that okay?”

Craftsmate popped the gag back in and turned me back around.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part Two

Craftsmate and I rounded a few corners and found a wall where two leather arm restraints hung down from two short, adjustable chains. I bit my lip nervously as he set his bag down, but tried to act a bit cavalier as I approached the chains.

I backed up carefully against the wall, raising my arms up and smiling playfully. “All right, I’m ready.”

“Sweetheart,” he replied with a smirk, “I think I want you facing the wall.”

Blushing, I turned on my heel before he seized my arms up and started securing them into the cuffs.

Ivy’s First Trip to a Dungeon, Part One

Yeah, you read it right. And while getting ready was not nearly as glamorous as this gif and mostly took place in a public restroom, it happened.

Craftsmate and I picked pseudonyms, practiced all of yesterday calling each other them and headed out that evening to a BDSM club. Naturally, I was completely nervous heading in and just about panicked when Craftsmate left me alone within the first fifteen minutes to find the men’s room.

This was for a number of reasons, some being:

I was severely underdressed and was starting to realize it. Or maybe overdressed. It’s hard to tell. Because people were wearing significantly less clothing than I but it was significantly more ornate. I had on a blouse, a skirt, stockings, boots. I don’t really own any fetish wear and agh I don’t know but yeah.
I had no idea where to look because literally everywhere I turned there was some crazy stuff happening. And so I kind of stood alone fiddling with my skirt and trying not to die on the spot after going face-to-face with literally one of the biggest penises I have ever seen in my life.
Some guy came up and tried to be social. Apparently “so, what do you do?” is not an appropriate or specific-enough question for a BDSM club.
Then this girl ran over to me and was like “OH! I know you!” And I just about peed my pants and I was like, “NO THERE IS NO WAY YOU COULD KNOW ME NO I HAVE NEVER BEEN HERE BEFORE I HAVE NEVER SEEN YOU IN MY LIFE BEFORE.” And then she’s all, “oh, nevermind, you just look like someone” and some nearby woman was like, “don’t mind her, she’s trying to hit on you.” Cue the blushing.
And then, right before Craftsmate finally finds me, there’s some guy literally screaming on another floor. So, ah. There’s that.

We wind up sitting with the girl who had just approached me while she emptied out this huge bag she was carrying to show us the absurd plethora of toys she was lugging around. After watching her explain her hoard to us for a while, Craftsmate and I decided to slip away to one of the more secluded areas to mess around for a bit.

(Oh, and happy 2000th post to meeee.)