The Underground Dungeon Maker · Part 1

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My husband, Techster, had been depressed since the engineering testing firm that he worked for the last 15 years folded. This was due to the lack of business thanks to the current economy. The fact that only income he had was commission and residual income from a book that he had written several years ago. For the last 20 years Techster has used his engineering knowledge to create some of the most devious adult toys and dungeonware for our personal use and experimentation; I suggested that he start designing and making some dungeonware for sale. It only took him one visit to our favorite adult store to come up with his first client. After Techster told our friend, Mitch, who is the lead clerk at the store what he wanted to do and that he would reward him for any business that came our way from his store it only took one hour before his first call.

"Hello, sir, Mitch at the store on River Road suggested I call you. You see my husband and I have both lost our jobs. Since I have always been a domina type my husband and submissive suggested that I go into the business. I trolled for business and passed cards at a strip club and got 5 calls the next day. Now I need some equipment fast!"

"Well I might have just what you need. I must start off with two questions: (1) Are you affiliated with any law enforcement agencies? (2) If no is the answer to #1 Where and when can we meet?"

She swore that she was not associated with any law enforcement agency and gave Techster her home address. Techster told me and invited me to come along. I was to handle the pricing payment matters. Of course I brought an assortment of the pix of both Techster and I on our various pieces of dungeonware. I punched the address into our GPS and away we went. Her home was only 20 miles away on the edge of one of the older neighborhoods. It was at the end of the entry road next to an abandoned auto service shop.

The domina whose "working name" was Domina Bonita met us at the door and invited in. It was obvious that she was of Hispanic origin. Her outfit was skin tight fitting leather slacks, with a bustier and tall patent leather boots. She had a short quirt hanging from her belt. "Do come in and let’s discuss what I’m proposing."

We stepped inside to find a great room that was done in modern furniture. Her subbie hubbie appeared in his outfit. He was wearing only a chromed CB6000 with a pa ring and a lock on that too. His outfit was highlighted by a Dreamstrike collar with a chromed leash attached to it. He carried the leather handle of the leash in his mouth and bore a tray of mini bottles of liquor, some mixers and pastries.

Bonita said, "Sit and let’s get going. As you can see we live a DS lifestyle. Juan and I both enjoy it that way. To get to the point, Mitch at the adult toy store told me about your service when I asked him about things to make my dungeon attractive to my clients. Although Juan is an electrical engineer. He specialized in lighting for commercial properties. Last month the company he worked for 12 years is in bankruptcy. Before he graduated from college he was an auto mechanic. We used his severance pay to buy the garage next door. What do you think so far?"

Techster said," Let Juan and I confer while you ladies discuss what you want and need to make your dungeon help support you."

Bonita asked Juan, "What do you think, Juan? "

Juan answered," The garage has a neat basement and sub-basement that were originally intended as a bomb shelter. The last owner intended to use the basements for gambling and private parties, that never happened. I thought we could use those as a dungeon. With the egg crate foam on that is on the walls and ceiling no one in the garage ground floor could hear anything."

– Techster’s part

Juan slipped into a pair of grey coveralls and a pair of sandals and we hurried across to the garage. It took Juan a few seconds to unlock the doors, shut down the security system and turn on the electricity. The floor of the top level was set up as a neat garage should be with a clean waiting area, two lifts, a small office, and an oil change pit. There was a large closet in the rear of the shop. Along side the closet were 4 hydraulic lift tables on rollers, several 2 by 6 about 8 feet long and 3 or 4 sheets of ¾ inch plywood Juan pointed to the closet and said, "This is my pet project originally there was a circular staircase here.

I replaced it with this elevator which is disguised as a closet. I made the lift assembly out of the mast of the large forklift that came with the place." He pointed to a small metal cutting band saw and a red Lincoln 225 arc welder, also known as a buzz box, and said with pride, "I designed the elevator system, cut the steel and welded the car together. Then I put the panels in the door has to be opened and closed by hand like an old fashioned elevator. Since it has a total travel of only 24 feet I designed it so it stops on every floor. You have to push the button to go to the next floor. A hydraulic pump raises it and a solenoid valve with restricting washer lets it go down.

That way if there is a failure of anything it will descend slowly to the sub basement. What do you think?"

I asked, "Is there a back up staircase?"

Juan bragged. "There are both stairs and an elevator to the basements. The previous owner told me the garage was built on the top of a bomb shelter that was built during the nuke scare of the late 40’s and early 50’s. Nobody except he, my wife and I know it’s there. To answer your question, there is a circular staircase. It is in the lube pit. When you get to the bottom of the pit you slide the panel with the lube oil specs to one side and down you go. Do you want to see her future dungeons"

I agreed and we rode the elevator down two levels. We stopped at the lowest floor, what I called the sub basement. It was a perfect dungeon with carpet on the walls and a ring of eyebolts protruding out of the wall covering every three feet or so. There were also several rings cast into the floor and egg crate sound absorbing foam on the walls and ceiling.

"I don’t have any idea what to use those floor mounted rings are for." Juan remarked.

"I have a good idea." I explained. "Imagine your captive with their hands cuffed in front of them. Then their neck is locked down to the ring with a chain. The chain then encircles their knees forcing them into a head down butt up position. This leaves them helpless and in a perfect position for your torment. Let’s check out the basement on the way up."

The basement level was really great. Once again its ceiling and walls were covered with a cheap shag carpet. I could envision the ultimate dungeon as it had 4 I-beams cast into the ceiling with 3 rolling trolleys on each beam.

"WOW!" I exclaimed, " You just hit the mother lode of all dungeons!! WE can set up several stocks, and a St Andrews cross or two with hooks on the top so the captive can be moved, rotated, and displayed while they are in the stocks. We’ll set up the wooden pony, racks and thing that will really get noisy on the lower level. In short this place is perfect for a dungeon you could handle about six clients at the same time. That’s three on each level." Techster told him. "How do you intend to do business."

"I intend to run a repair and oil change business on the ground level. Bonita will handle her clients on the lower levels and I will bill everything through the garage. That way we can service a client and their credit card will show the name of the garage and automotive ECM, or engine control module adjustment and repair." Juan explained proudly then he added, "I hope you don’t think I’m a wimp for going the submissive route, but Bonita and I enjoy it."

"Not at all!" I stated, "Permit me to show you my secret, Techie holds my keys see." With that I opened my slacks to display the CB6000 that I wear and opened my shirt to show him my collar. "See, a Ring of Steel stainless steel locking collar with a long chrome chain trailing down my chest and I have a PA piercing and the secondary lock like you no. No escape for us!!. Your wife isn’t the only one who likes to think they control her man."

"Well lets get back to the ladies." Juan said as he opened the elevator door.

Back at their home Juan quickly shed the coveralls and inquired, "Can I get you ladies anything?"

Bonita responded," Orange tea and pastries too." Juan bowed and headed for the kitchen.

Techie looked at Techster, "I have the notes here. They need a bit of everything. I gave her your list and she wants two St Andrews cross she wants them really strong, and very technical with both a pussy hook and CBT gear for the men. Also a spanking horse and a wooden pony that’s just to get them started. We’ll add more of your dungeon designs after the dungeon is up and running. I gave her a price of $5500 installed, primed and padded."

Designing and building the dungeon

Bonita smiled at Techie, "Done, I’ll give Techie 50 percent of the check up front for materials. Next question: How fast can you produce the dungeon ware and have it ready for my first visitor?"

I smiled and said "One week. One week if I can get Juan to help me. I have a question what do you want to do about the concrete floor?" I asked.

"What do you recommend?" Bonita asked.

"I’d seal the floor with epoxy sealant, that way it will feel cold like a proper dungeon should and any spilled fluids won’t be absorbed into the concrete and can be cleaned up. That will cost and additional $1450." I replied.

"Do it!!, add $1500 to the price for treating the floor." Bonita and Techie both smiled.

Techie spoke up and said, "Bonita and I have discussed a time table and testing the apparati. Here’s the deal: In one week and Bonita and I will be test subjects for the dungeonware installation. By you and Juan. I will test the wooden pony because I have never experienced one and Bonita will test the St Andrews cross and pussy hook." Then Techie gave Bonita one of her "evil looks" and said," Ok you guys have a deadline. One week or you get to test everything up close and hard, Understand?"

Both Juan and I nodded in agreement. I said quietly to Juan, "We better get drawing or get our asses cut."

It only took about half-an-hour to get the plans sketched, then I used my cell phone to place the order with a local steel warehouse. I looked up at Bonita and Techie, and announced, "Our epoxy and primer for the floor is in stock at the Homeowner’s warehouse and our steel order will be ready this afternoon. I’ll take Juan with me and use our truck and trailer to pick the steel and oak for the wooden pony and foot stocks that go with it."

Bonita passed Techie a one-hundred dollar bill, "This is for their fuel." She paused and looked at her watch, "How long will it take you to get to the steel warehouse and lumber yard and return.?"

"About 3 hours counting loading." I responded.

"You men had better get going." Bonita warned us.

I led the way out to my Diesel pickup truck I unlocked the doors and hopped in, Juan joined me in the passenger’s seat. The little diesel engine jumped to life and we were off. A few minutes later and we were at my home coupling to the 20 foot trailer. I passed Juan my notes. "After we’ve primed and prepared the floor we’ll start by cutting the steel pieces to size that way all the pieces will fit into the elevator. Since we’ll be welding down in the dungeon we’ll have to have a way to keep the air circulating. Do you have a fan or blower?"

Juan smiled, "Better than that. Remember I said it was originally designed as a bomb shelter there is an air shaft or duct along the front wall with 2 fans and a heavy filtration system with a pair of by-pass filters that will allow us to extract the welding fumes and bring in fresh air."

"Great let’s get this steel unloaded and get cutting." I said as I backed up to the garage. Juan pulled his keys out pressed the remote and opened one of the doors."Let’s get rolling".

While we were putting on our gloves Techie and Bonita appeared pulling a heavy duty steel wagon that had a roll of brown shipping paper, rolls of blue masking tape and a cloth bag on it. They stopped and watched as Juan and I pulled the last of the steel and from the truck.

Slaves to the job

When we were finished unloading the steel the ladies started covering the windows with brown shipping paper and duct tape. When they had completed their task Techie passed me a set of work gloves, welding tunic, leather apron and work boots, Bonita passed Juan his work clothes, pointed to us and said, "OK guys, strip. We’re going to take your clothes to make sure you don’t get distracted. We want this dungeon finished as soon as possible so you are here for the duration."

Juan and I stripped then Bonita locked a pair of metal cuffs with heavy chain between Juan’s ankles and a pair of lined cuffs on his wrists. Techie locked a pair of lined steel cuffs with a short chain between my ankles and of course a pair of lined steel dungeon cuffs around my wrists, "These are for later a reminder what will happen if you don’t finish yours tasks in a reasonable amount of time.".

The women paused examined their handiwork, "Now you won’t stray and you can’t put on slacks."

Bonita added "and we can watch their cute butts as they work. By the way, dinner will be a 8PM and we’ll bring in a pair of air mattresses, alarm clock, blankets for you. Breakfast will be at 9 AM. Hurry up and get the job done."

"What about the other stuff we’ll need?" I pleaded.

Bonita answered, "There is a laptop computer in the office. It is set to communicate with the wireless system in my home. Just use it to write a list and Techie and I will provide you with everything you need." Bonita paused and whispered to Techie then handed Juan his cell phone. "In case of extreme emergency call me or Techie."

"Techie will you please get my router, sander, drill and saw cases, both the circular saw and the reciprocating saw, the blue box of wood screws and a quart of varnish. The varnish is very important. That way I can cut the wood, sand it, coat it and assemble the pony." I explained, adding, " After all you don’t want any splinters down there!"

"I know exactly what he needs, the cases, brushes and epoxy are in his workshop." she motioned for Bonita to come with her.

I peeked out of the door and shouted, "Techie please bring my welding gear, the chaps, jacket, shoe covers and gloves." Techie nodded and I knew she got the message.

Juan and I just stood there sort of stunned. Juan looked at me and said, "Well here we are naked, chained slaves. Let’s get to it." I agreed and told him to set up the table by the metal cutting saw.

"I’ll write on this pad what we need. We’ll start with the parts for the St. Andrews crosses. The bases with be four feet long by four feet wide. Cut the 3 inch angle steel at a 45 degree angle each piece should be 4 feet long. The more you can stack up and cut at the same time the sooner we’ll get through. When you finish those we’ll cut the long pieces for the uprights of the crosses".

It took about 2 hours for us to complete the bases and cut the uprights. The upright of the crosses were 8 foot-long pieces of 6 inch steel channel with a short piece of 3 inch channel in the center of the bottom of each cross. Juan looked at the short piece of channel and asked, "what’s that for?"

"That is where we’ll attach the genital clamps for the male prisoners, or the butt hook or for the females the pussy hook. We’ll use straps made from old seatbelts for the ankle, wrists, and knee restraints. Now let’s get this down to the bottom level, we’ll weld it together then work on the wooden pony, spanking horses, table and stocks for the first level."

Juan asked, "Why put the Crosses on the lower level?"

"Noise." I responded. "When the clients are secured on the crosses there’s going to be some screaming as the whips, cats, and paddles take them to a ride on the subspace express."

Piece by piece we slid the pieces into the elevator and took them to the lowest level, then we went back and brought down the welder, welding clamps and grinder. It was then I realized there were no outlets that could power the welder on the lower level. Quickly I scrambled to the elevator and rode up to the ground level and dialed Techie’s number. "Techie there are no outlets for the welder on either level, would you please hook up to the little trailer with my welder on it and bring it back here?."

Juan laughed, " I gather help is on the way?"

"Yes, my gas powered welder. Now we’ll be able to finish all the welding and get the racks and St Andrew’s crosses set up. In the mean time lets go topsides and get working on the wooden tables and the pony."

By the time Techie and Bonita arrived Juan and I had used the metal cutting bandsaw to precut all the individual pieces for the spanking bench, torture table and the wooden pony. The area around the saw was deep in saw dust.

"I can see you’ve been busy. Here are all your tools and the trailer." Techie said as she and Bonita pulled a folding table, folding chairs, a basket and a cooler out of the bed of my truck. She walked over and gave me a kiss, "Have a good evening. Here are your sleeping accommodations." She said as she pulled a pair of air mattresses and blankets out of the truck. Then she and Bonita hopped into the truck and left as quickly as they had come.

Juan and I set up the table, then unfolded the chairs, opened the basket and were blown away. Our wives had not spared any expense for our dinner. The dinner was from the finest steakhouse in town along with a cooler full of assorted beers, wines, bourbons, assorted mixers, and glasses. "Looks like this may be a good evening. I move we eat drink and get to sleep early." I suggested.

"Second that motion." Juan returned as she set places on the table, "What’s your poison." He asked as he pointed to the wine, beer and liquor.

"Jigger of jack on the rocks." I answered as I took a fork and pulled a steak onto my plate.

Juan poured himself a tall glass of tequila and got down to enjoying our captive meal. "I don’t think most slaves are fed this well!" he remarked as the salads, and steaks vanished.

When finished Juan stuffed all the paper plates into a trash can and said."Let’s get going early. I want to get this finished."

"Agreed." I answered."Do you have an alarm clock? "

"Clock radio. OK if I set for 5 AM"

"Great let’s pump up the air mattresses and get some sleep."

AT 5 AM Juan awoke and switched on the coffee maker in the office and I was soon awakened by the aroma. We sat down and drew out a plan for the day.

"I think we can have the floor cleaning and priming completed by evening. We’ll paint it tonight. Let’s start with the wooden pony, finish sanding it and coat with epoxy to prevent any fluids from getting into the wood.

By 9 AM the floors of both levels had been cleaned with acid and primed. Juan found several ancient electric heaters and brought the temperature on both levels to a toasty 80 degrees so the primer would dry quickly. Techie and Bonita appeared as promised with a steak and eggs breakfast dropped the meal, picked up the dishes and flatware from last night’s meal and once again vanished as quickly as they had come. About 10AM Juan and I went down to the lower levels and found the floors to be dry.

I looked at Juan, rubbed my hand along the floor, "Ready for the final coat. That means in less than 12 hours we’ll be assembling the crosses, racks, tables, stock and of course the wooden pony. Ready?"

Juan smiled, "I’ve finished the sanding and epoxy coating of the wooden pony plank. I can’t wait to see the ladies test it!"

Using a bent piece of threaded rod and my electric drill I mixed the floor coating. Each time I finished mixing a bucket Juan poured it out and with a squeegee spread it in a thin layer on the floor. We did the lower level first, then the second level, hit the exhaust fans and "escaped" to the ground level. Techie and Bonita brought Sandwiches and sodas for lunch. The fans kept us somewhat c

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