[Although this part stands well on its own, you may want to check out part one before proceeding.]
After more than two years of wanting to visit, I finally walked through the door into my first-ever public dungeon. Almost immediately I was on sensory overload. I got chills as soon as I entered. All I remember of those first couple of minutes are just sensory flashes: the colors red and black everywhere; the sounds of leather on skin and resulting moans; semi-loud, pounding industrial music; people in various states of dress and undress; and a large space filled with every piece of bondage equipment I could imagine.
Master Penguin walked us through and gave a brief description of all of the major stations: the slave post, spanking benches, the Horse bench, the bootblacking bench, the St. Andrew’s Cross, the Stickman cross, the suspension pulleys, the cupping table, the waxing table. He pointed out all of the public toys and rope and the towels and cleaning supplies. As his two hot, young girls joined him, he took his leave and turned us loose. It was roughly 11pm, giving us approximately 5 hours until closing time.
We moved back toward the entrance and just stood there for several minutes, trying to soak it all in. My eyes could not rest in any one spot for long. I was so full of excitement that I quite literally could barely catch my breath. My body felt like it was humming and vibrating. There was just SO! MUCH! going on every where I looked. As crazy as it seems, the only thing to which I can compare it is Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory: first the opening credits of all of that yummy chocolate and then the scene where they go into the Chocolate Room where everything is edible. I just didn’t know where to begin.
“I need a drink of water,” I said and turned around to go back out to the lobby. Roland followed me, a slight look of concern on his face. Once we got to the refreshment room, he asked me if I was okay, because I was shaking. I grinned from ear to ear and took a deep breath. “Yes, I’m fine, it’s just a lot to take in!” He laughed and agreed. I got a bottle of water and he made himself a cup of coffee. Beverages in hand, we took a few moments to peruse the wonderful, hand-crafted implements available for sale in the lobby. I needed those precious moments to collect and calm myself a bit before I could go back into the dungeon.
When I’d caught my breath, we re-entered the dungeon. Once again I was assailed by everything happening at the same time. Since it was a Saturday night and one of the two dungeons was closed for a private group, it was extremely busy. Every station was occupied and the couches in the social area were full. Lucy and Alan were rooted to the exact spot where we’d left them, both with dumbfounded expressions on their faces. I knew that feeling well. I inquired about the others and was informed that Tammy went to go have a smoke on the back patio. Clayton and Jane went with her to get some air. Fresh, night air seemed like a fantastic idea at that moment, so I went to join them, leaving Roland, Lucy, and Alan behind.
The patio out back was really just a concrete slab with a few plastic chairs. Nothing fancy, but it served the purpose. I sat in a chair next to Tammy and read the same expressions of overwhelm on the faces of her, Jane, and Clayton. There wasn’t much chatter as Tammy finished her cigarette and we entered the dungeon again for the last time.
The other part of our group were still where we’d left them. My initial nervousness had finally worn off, so I was ready to play. I turned to Jane, asked if she wanted to get her ass beat. Her eyes widened and she shook her head. She said that there were too many people. I looked to Lucy next. She shrugged disinterestedly. Finally I asked Tammy, who immediately agreed. I picked up the toybag and headed in the direction of the “Stickman” cross.
The Stickman is a wooden bondage cross that looks exactly as you would imagine it: a wooden stickman with arms at shoulder-height sticking straight out to the sides. The benefit of the Stickman as opposed to the St. Andrew’s Cross is that your arms and shoulders are less likely to be fatigued since they are not held or tied up above your head. While Tammy stripped down to her panties, I opened the toybag and selected the implements I would use. She had shared with me earlier that she had never been flogged with a leather flogger, nor had she been beaten before by a woman. Both of these opportunities excited me immensely.
Unfortunately, in our excitement we were talking too loudly and disturbed a trio who were participating in an intimate spanking scene on a nearby bench. One of the group came over to respectfully ask if we would mind lowering our voices. Knowing how boisterous Tammy and I could be, I thought it would be best to move to the St. Andrew’s Cross after all. In was in the far corner of the dungeon by the bootblacking bench. The entire area was unoccupied and there wasn’t anyone close enough to be bothered by us, therefore allowing us to speak in our normally loud voices. It also had the benefit of more room for the rest of the group to join us so they could watch our scene.
Before I could truss Tammy up to the Cross, we had to do something about her waist-length hair. She sent Lucy to acquire a bit of rope which she then used to tie up her hair. The rope was long enough that the leftover slack could be used to lightly tie her to the Cross. After I had laid out the floggers in the order that I wished to use them, Lucy and I bound her to the Cross at the wrist. I selected the smallest, lightest flogger and was about to begin. First however, I stepped over to Roland, who was sitting on the bench.
“When I have finished with her, will you beat me next?” I asked hopefully. He smiled and asked me if that’s what I really want. I said that it was and he agreed to do it. I beamed brightly at him and then practically skipped back over to the Cross and Tammy.
I walked up behind Tammy and leaned in to speak softly into her ear to ask if she was ready. We discussed the standard “stop light” safety words: green for more, yellow for less/slow down, red for stop, blue for “I’m freaking out.” I explained the floggers I would be using and their progression from light to heavy. We were all set.
The first flogger was appropriately black and blue, very light with approximately 8″ twisted suede leather tails. It’s the ideal choice for warming up. I began to flog her across her shoulders and back in criss-crossing movements. I also flogged across her ass from side to side. I started off lightly and gradually increased the force of my swing. Her skin was getting slightly pink, but the flogger was too light to garner a whole lot of reaction from her.
|twisted suede tails|
The second flogger in line was a homemade black bungee flogger, made of many strands of thin black elastic rubber. Tammy said that she previous experience with a similar type of flogger. This was not one of my favorites because the tails were really long and there wasn’t a lot of balance. When using a properly balanced bungee flogger, you can get a very nice light stingy sensation, also good for use during warm up. It was hard to get good strikes, so I didn’t use this one for more than a few strokes.
The third flogger I used was one of only two from my own collection. It was a purple and black flogger with soft buckskin tails about 16″ long. This was is also light, but heavier than the previous two and well-balanced. With this one I was finally able to get a bit more reaction from her. I still wasn’t putting a lot of power behind my swings, focusing on her back and shoulders with occasional strikes across her ass cheeks. I leaned in to her ear to ask how she was doing so far. She replied that she was doing well, she liked it and could easily take more. I continued with the buckskin for a few moments longer, hitting her harder as I went along. Her body visibly relaxed against the frame and she gratified me with her first moans.
Now that she was warmed up, I moved to the fourth flogger, another (light) purple and black flogger. This was was much larger and heavier than the others. It had been made by a friend of mine and had long soft suede tails about 21″ long, with a thick handle. It takes a couple of swings to get used to but once you find the rhythm, the tails will fall directly down the back with a nice thud. Tammy’s moans were louder now, which made me enjoy it even more. My friend is a big guy and this flogger was made to fit his large hands, so I couldn’t use it for very long because the handle was too large to hold comfortably.
The fifth flogger was the other one of my floggers. It was a black flogger with tails of heavier suede than the one before, but the tails were much shorter than either of the two I’d just used. They are about 14″ long. This one is probably my all-around favorite. It is light to swing, well-balanced, fits well into my hand, and gives just the right combination of sting and thud, depending on how you strike. Again I started off rather softly and worked my way up harder and harder. Tammy’s back was beginning to turn a nice shade of red. I checked in with her again and she was at the point were words were becoming more difficult, but she had a very contented smile on her face to let me know she was okay.
The last flogger I used was the heaviest of them all, also made by and belonging to my friend. It was dark green, with heavy suede tails about 24″ long. If I am to be the recipient of a good flogging, this is the flogger I prefer. It gives the best resounding thuds and feels very much like a good massage. I grew a whole new appreciation for that as I used Big Green on Tammy. Several months ago, Lucy (who has been given the nickname Pixie due to her small stature), flogged me with it for at least 30-45 minutes, if not an hour. It was so amazing. I have no idea how Lucy was able to move her arm the next day after she’d flogged me! After throwing only a few swings with it, I could feel a dull ache in my wrist, arm, and shoulder. Because the tails are so long what I ended up doing was grabbing and holding the tails almost halfway down, just using the last 12″ or so. Tammy’s back had become the hue most commonly associated with a bad sunburn. After doing another status check on my puddly girl, I took a few moments to tease and tickle her flesh by dragging my fingernails all over her back. I was amply rewarded with giggles, gasps, and moans.
As much as I love to receive floggings, giving them is not my most favorite thing. Spankings are another matter altogether! I stepped over to my toybag and pulled out a few of my favorite spanking implements: a leather paddle with star-shaped cutouts, a rubber spatula, a wooden pizza board, a wooden spoon, and a long rectangular resin paddle with sandpaper on one side. Her ass had already been warmed up a bit with floggers here and there, but I still started her off easy with the leather paddle. Not taking any breaks from that point onward, I rotated my way through all of the selected toys. It wasn’t long before not only was she gasping and moaning, she was also giggling loudly. She flinched a bit with each swat and then wiggled it for more. When changing from one implement to another, I would trace my fingernails over her tender flesh, eliciting more sounds of pleasure. I did not stop paddling her ass until she had dark red blooms on each cheek.
Approaching her for the last time to see how she was doing, all she could do was giggle for a moment. Finally she said, “I think I need a cigarette.” I wondered if she would need a bucket as well. I quickly released her loose bonds and massaged her arms, hands and fingers. Once she was free, I pulled her into my arms and gave her a big hug and kiss. I thanked her for allowing me to be the first woman to top her and also give her the first floggings. She thanked me as well.
When I turned around, there behind me was Roland. “It’s your turn now.”