Vegas Twelve to One · Part 2 (2/14)
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Next up was four classic BDSM furniture pieces in a row. First in line was a heavy wood stand up pillory. The jet-black unit had two upright side posts holding the neck and wrist securing boards. The arms and neck slots had leather padding. There were available securing points for the ankles at the base of the posts.
Sitting next to but not crowding the pillory was a heavy wood bondage chair. In concept, this was like the one I was strapped into in San Diego but of even higher quality. It is made of dark stained oak, its boards thicker and heavier than dimensional lumber. The seat height is a good three feet from the floor, you have to climb up onto it to get seated. Its unconventional seat is made of two smooth oak planks about six inches wide and two inches thick that jut out from the backrest in a Vee shape, making it open in the middle. They are supported in the front by square post style vertical legs.
The user’s upper legs sit on the planks and their lower legs dangle in front of the posts, where they can be secure if desired. Their legs are kept on the planks by removable one-inch round pipes that rise about five inches vertically out of sockets built into each of the leg posts. The pipes press up against their widely spread inter-knees which keeps the captive’s legs on the planks and impossible to close together. With this design there is clear undefendable front access all the way back to their cock and balls, or if holding a woman, their lovely, exposed cunt. A long narrow back extends from the floor to a height of about seven feet, serving both as the rear chair leg and back rest.
There are chair arms that also extend from the back of the chair but come out from a point in the back wider than the legs. They are in a parallel Vee to the legs but in a plane further outward. The arm boards allow for forearms and wrists to be supported while secured. The chair is elegant in its simple design but also looks menacing. It is adorned with countless connection points so the victim can be well secured.
Beside the chair was a glistening midnight black Spanish wooden horse. This looked like an especially vicious and effective piece of apparatus, and it fascinated me. Its base legs were built from three-by-three-inch square wood posts that mimic the shape of an oversized carpenter’s sawhorse rising to a height of just under five feet tall. The leg sets were about three and one-half feet wide at the floor and there was five feet between each of the legs sets, making a horse that was an intimidating five feet high and five feet long, not counting the decorations projecting from each end.
The two leg sets were held together by side walls and end caps made of smooth plywood approximately three feet wide and were fastened to the upper end of the unit, giving the top two-thirds a solid body look, with open legs for the bottom third. Stability and sturdiness are achieved by wood lateral and cross bracing of the legs near the floor. The braces had caster wheels to allow the horse to be easily moved. The top of the Vee was a flat two-inch-wide wood plank surface. It was designed to take a topper piece that would hold fast to it with wood pegs.
The owners had three topper choices to use with their horse. One was a wood triangle that came to a rounded point on top. This accessory was currently in place on the horse. A daunting and painful looking perch. Sitting on a rack underneath the unit were the two others. One was a similar triangle to the first, but this one has a vee formed copper strip mounted along the top edge overhanging each side by about one inch and running its entire length. A second one-inch strip of copper runs parallel to the Vee strip on each side, mounted about one inch below it. The copper can be charged for electro play to further abuse a rider. The second topper had a row of five rubber pegs protruding from its top, spread out along its length and increasing in size from one end to the other.
An ample number of screw-eye hitching rings are strategically mounted on the horse for various tiedown choices. The unit has its whimsical side, as there is a plywood cut-out shaped horse head on one end and a tail on the other. The horse was clearly made by a wood craftsman. Although I was intrigued by this torture device I wanted no part of it. I was concerned that my interest was evident to my Masters which could lead to bad things.
Last in this row was a device that took up a much smaller footprint but was still deserving to be part of the grouping. Rising from a three-by-three-foot metal base fitted with tie down anchors was an adjustable shiny steel one-pole prison with a progressive steel ball dildo mounted on top. Very simple in design and not imposing or frightful as it stood there, yet in the same breath looked like it would serve its intended purpose well.
We moved over to what our tour guide called the ‘discipline wall’. This twelve-foot-wide wall section and the floor in front of it has a surface of double thick 3/4-inch plywood running from the floor to a height of about twelve feet and coming out on the floor from the wall for about ten feet. It is used to mount in place steel pipe securing systems that can restrain a victim in about any way one can conceive and/or need. It appears currently set up to receive and hold a person with his back against the wall sitting on two outward mounted pipes with his arms secure downward in an upside-down Vee and his legs pulled up over his head and spread wide, fully exposing his butt.
Its use is self-evident and would make the user completely defenseless to assault. There is a large trunk housing a well-organized ample supply of mounts, connectors, and pipes of assorted lengths along with a power driver and screws for the mounts and tightening tools for the connectors. There are also some pre-mounted pieces of equipment including a Sybian and a wood crotch wedge (a 5”x5”x”5” triangle block of wood with somewhat rounded points that is about 18 inches long and is meant for crotch sitting), both set up for wall mounting. There is a photo and sketch concept book sitting on the trunk to provide ideas for entrapping the next individual to be abused.
Those featured in the concept photos show vulnerabilities and expressions that imply I might not find this station overly enjoyable. The photos were taken on site.
Across the room is a horizontal extended X-shaped cross that sort of reminds me of a St. Andrew’s Cross laid down flat, yet it’s different. Its obvious use is to tie down a submissive in a spread-eagle fashion in a way that makes his body, head and limbs fully approachable. It has a thick twelve-inch-wide center board to hold the body. Coming off the bottom end of this board are two matching six-inch-wide arms that form the lower part of the X. About two feet up the center board the upper arms of the X connect; and there the center board reduces to a six-inch width and extends a little over twelve inches further providing a place to hold the neck and head.
There are five 4×4 posts, about three feet high, and well braced, holding up the X off the floor horizontally. One each is located at the end of each of the four arms and one in the middle of the center board. The X is padded and wrapped in black leather. On the head/neck extension there is a built-in bump-up to support the hollow under the neck. There are three leather straps on each of the four arms, two at the body section, two at the neck and head extension. It looks like a comfortable, yet inescapable, way to be tied down. I liked the possibilities this device presented.
The back corner was made into a replica of a medieval prison cell with the back and side wall being floor to ceiling stone masonry. It then had bars of flat iron on the remaining two sides to create a twelve by five-foot cell. The bars were of a grid design and were finished to give the impression of being hand-hammer when made. The cell was about twelve feet tall and had the top enclosed with the same type of bar grid. The cell of course had a locking door of similar design and materials. Fixed into the rear wall’s stone mortar were two full sets of irons so that two captives could be secured to the wall by the neck, wrists, waist, and ankles by heavy steel cuffs/bands and short chains. Intimidating.
Hanging nearby from the ceiling is a human sized birdcage. It too is primitive in style and the cage is iron like the cell bars. It didn’t look like a comfortable spot to be held. Not too far from the birdcage, but away from the cell, and hanging by adjustable chains from the ceiling, is a classic four-point leather sling, currently set at the ideal height for pegging someone who was lying in it.
The last equipment I can remember in the room (I am sure there was more) were three remote control operated metal cable power-winches attached to the ceiling, two adjacent to each other, with their cables lowered to about eight feet, their hooks at the ready; and the third located in the very center of the room. This one currently had an attached 36-inch bar with two suspension cuffs dangling from it, waiting, just waiting.
Then there were the toys. Very near the entryway of the playroom, arranged and intended to intimidate those entering (and it did me) were whips, riding crops, paddles, floggers, cat-o-nine-tails, and canes of every kind and size, hanging on a wall in very neat and organized rows, they too, waiting and wanting to be used. Another wall held all kinds of bondage toys, some on shelves, some hanging from hooks, things like cuffs, belts, hoods, gags, leatherware, collars, irons, chastity devices, corsets, even a straitjacket. Most items were leather, but there was also an assortment of metal/steel, nylon web, cloth, and rubber/latex toys. Oh, and yes, plenty of ropes of all types, lengths, colors and thicknesses, neatly hung in rows on pegs. Next to them an equal assortment of chains and their related rings, snap hooks, and carabiners. All at the ready. Ready for me.
Torment toys and general play toys had their own shelves. I couldn’t keep track of them all when shown to me. I saw one shelf with numerous ErosTex electro control boxes like the cool ET312B and a couple of others. I recognized an ET302R as that is the one I own, and I would love to own an ET312B, but they don’t make them anymore. To go with them there were all sorts of accessories used to deliver the electro pulses, too many to remember, let alone describe. There was also a violet wand with all its attachments in a plastic see-through case. On another shelf were chastity and penis tormentors, ball stretchers, nipple clamps, crushers, weights, and even a humbler.
Another had dildos, butt plugs and vibrators of every type, shape, and size, some much bigger than I could ever bear or maybe anyone could for that matter. The investment alone in devious toys was shocking. So yes, I was becoming rightfully anxious.
The room also had four, maybe five, large LED monitors on the walls. Off to the side was a large heavy wood table, with four chairs sitting around it. Maybe a conference table or lunch table? Whichever, there were heavy duty eye-hooks screwed into the side every few feet, for obvious reasons. Certainly, sturdy enough to tie someone down on it if you wanted. There was a refrigerator (a built-in-the-wall type) near it for snacks and drinks, I guess. This wall also housed built-in drawers and what I believe were closets, maybe they were dressing rooms. Also near the table was a set of double doors that led to the outside. These were behind a curtain, but accessible.
I was told when shown them on the tour that these led directly outside to the pool deck, one of a few ways to get there. These doors from the playroom were always openable from the inside with their emergency bar hardware. “This is a room where we play, not die,” I was reassured. It was then pointed out that the playroom, as well as the entire home, had both residential fire sprinklers and a smoke detection system. Safety was always paramount when they played and partied.
We then move to an adjacent room off the side of the main playroom. I was told this was called the Wet Room. At first look, you might call it a bathroom, but it was much more than that and larger by far. Like the main room of the dungeon, it’s oversized. It was done completely in white tile, floors, walls and ceiling, apart from the front wall that it shared with the dungeon, which was of glass, floor to ceiling. There were privacy curtains there, but they were fully open and look like that is how they stay most of the time. The open entryway from the main room was near the right side of the wet room. As you entered you were in what was the washing area.
The tile floor was slanted to the back wall, where a generous floor drain ran for a length of about fifteen feet. Spaced evenly along the back wall were three shower valves with the first and third having handheld shower heads mounted above them with extra length chrome hoses and the middle one mounted in the same way but equipped with a douching wand in addition to a showerhead. Aligned with each of the valves in the center of the ceiling were also ceiling mounted ‘rain style’ shower heads. Diverter selection valves provide for one or the other or both to flow simultaneously.
Attached to the back wall near the center was a small stainless steel hose reel with a valve, holding a one-inch hose and nozzle. I was advised that there was an ample and strong water supply that could feed and supply all the showers and the hose simultaneously if desired.
More noteworthy than the shower and douche plumbing was what was protruding from the floor in the center of the room. In line with the middle shower/douche valve coming out of the floor was a three-inch wide stainless-steel adjustable vertical pole, set now at about three to four feet high which supported an attached flat bottom, rounded top stainless-steel crossbeam about eighteen inches long and five inches wide. Basically, it was a large round top Tee. It reminded me of a miniature one pole pommel horse with no handles. Recessed in the floor on each side of the pole were four securing points, one on each side near to the pole and one on each side further from the pole.
The purpose of the unit was to bend a submissive over the beam and secure their legs wide and wrists near the pole, exposing their rear for cleansing or other needs. There were also ceiling mounted and floor mounted stainless rings available for securing a bather upright and wide at each shower station. Past this shower/douching area at the far end of the wet room are two steel prison style toilets and two sinks. A point was made to show me securing points, also recessed in the floor, that were provided on both sides of the water closets. The entire room was bright, spotlessly clean, and fresh.
It was clearly designed with specific tasks in mine and with the intent that the occupants could be restrained if warranted and fully visible to anyone in the dungeon as those tasks were completed.
We left the wet room and I was taken to the dungeon’s double outside exit doors. “Our parties sometimes move to the pool area for meals, a quick swim or even sometimes outdoor bondage play,” he says with a wink and adds, “We have complete privacy around the pool as it is well secluded from any of our neighbors or the public. Those using the playroom need not go through the house to get there, we use these doors.” We exit.
The pool area, just like the rest of this home, is beautiful. The pool itself is huge, the biggest I have ever seen at a residential home. It is a free shaped walk-in beach style type sporting two fountains a few feet apart partially down the walk in. They reminded me of the fountains I had just seen at the Bellagio in Vegas earlier in the week. The faraway deep end has both a diving board and a tall, curved sliding board.
The surrounding patio’s hardscape and landscaping are breathtaking, having a serene waterfall flowing to the pool, a gas-fired fire pit, two large gazebos (one for conversations and one featuring a big built-in stainless-steel barbeque and grill and a nicely stocked bar), a cabana for changing and showers, a simple, yet substantial wood swing that matches the gazebos, and connecting pathways going to smaller intimate patio areas that create a perfect haven of relaxation and tranquility. Each area has complementary outdoor furniture that looks lovely and comfortable.
Nestled discreetly within these dramatic architectural features, probably innocuous to most guests, are built in apparatus for bondage aficionados to practice their kink outside. The purpose of the tour, of course, is to tantalize me with them, so they were pointed out as we go. There were attachment rings that were discreetly part of a lovely arbor that one walkway passed under. One of the gazebos had a pully assembly top center that blended into its surroundings that when a rope was provided could hoist up a sub, the swing structure also suitable for sub suspension or mounting a leather sling if the swing was removed from its top beam.
Amongst the brick pavers of the pool deck where a grouping of chaise lounge chairs sat, restraint attachment points were hidden within the bricks, suitable for stretching a submissive spread eagle including tethering their neck and balls. Some of the chairs and chases also had eye hooks discreetly in place. Probably one of the more threatening things shown to me was an innocuous outdoor wooden garden trunk that housed about eight solid blocks made of poured concrete each having a hefty stainless steel ring protruding from the top, cast in place. I was asked if I knew what they were, and I didn’t really, and thus was informed that they were anchors for sea-buoys.
Master added that they weigh about fifty-five pounds each and they use them here in the pool when playing games in the water with their submissives.
The pool visit was the end of our tour, and we headed back into the playroom, with me being extremely impressed and alarmed. Sir Michael had described this mansion and the dungeon to me before, but his description never came close to the unbelievable facility I had just been shown. These owners obviously love their lifestyle and have been fortunate to have the vision and resources to both create this place and then use it. It is fantastic that they also share it with others. But after seeing it, I have good reason to be both scared to death and aroused by what may happen at the hands of true BDSM practitioners to me on all that stuff over the next three days.
Chapter 4: A Slow Start Is Debatable
{Thursday 8:30 pm – Friday 7:00 am} “We might as well get started,” my host states. “Here’s the idea,” Sir Michael adds. “I want you to have the best experience possible. I’m certainly not an expert at being a BDSM Dominant. As you can easily guess, our Host is. So, he and I have agreed that he will take the lead in your activities for the weekend. This will make me happy. I am and will continue to still serve as your Dominant providing a watchful eye over your bondage, use and discipline, but I’ll rely on his expertise and knowledge to push your limits and fulfill your fantasies. I trust him fully and you should too.
He promises to start slowly, but where it goes from there, I will leave it to him and his friends. Just remember, they will all be here to enjoy their special kind of sexual entertainment, they didn’t come to a dungeon to play ‘kissy-kissy, let’s make love on the bed’. This should be your fantasy come true. I suspect and hope that much of their fun on this visit will be focused on you. You’ll be a sweet new treat for them. That being said, I hope you don’t blow this rare opportunity and cop out with safe words when things get a little rough or just outright quit; you’ll hate yourself knowing you likely will never get a chance like this in your world. OK?”
After seeing the place, I am borderline panicked, realizing this would be much more of an ordeal than I had envisioned, and Sir Michael had just confirmed it. On the other hand, yes, the others would get their kicks, but they were genuinely trying to give me a gift. I really couldn’t and wouldn’t object now. I had agreed to do this in the freshly renewed Contract, so I obediently replied, “Yes Sir”.
And then our Host filled in the details, “Great. We will start playing with you now, but your servitude will begin in earnest tomorrow morning. As I said, you will meet my mate, partner, love, and submissive then. He will be your caretaker for the weekend. By that I mean, he will provide your meals, minimal as they will be, oversee your morning routine, including your morning workout, shower and cleansing and manage your bathroom needs. Regarding that, if you need to piss, it will be done where you are bound via a portable male urinal bottle. I’m not letting you up every time you have a whim to wiz.
Most of the time, he or one of his fellow submissives will remain in the dungeon with you if the rest of us have gone elsewhere. Otherwise, you will be watched via monitors in the house or on Sir Michael’s or my phone. There are numerous cameras throughout the dungeon, you have no privacy anywhere here. All that happens here will also be recorded, but don’t worry as nothing is being transmitted publicly and your Contract limits regarding sharing videos and photos will be respected. A copy of the recordings will be kept in our archives along with your Contract for everyone’s protection. My partner is a practicing attorney, and he is fussy about things like that.
You will remain in some form of bondage for the entire time you are here. The plan is for you to spend the vast majority of your time in the dungeon, except if I decide you should be taken to the pool area where, as I told you, we sometimes entertain, or when you work out in our gym, and maybe when you greet my guests for the weekend.”
He continued, “Yes, there will be others here. I believe Michael has made you aware of that. We have a group of friends that meet here monthly to play. We in the gay world call them play parties. My friends have all been made aware of you. I have shared your story and most of them have looked up your journal online and have read it. At my request, Michael has emailed them copies of your contract, so they are informed of the contents, limits, rules, and safe words. Sir Michael and I promise you that we will see everyone abides by it. Please recognize, however, that these friends are practicing BDSM enthusiasts. They are here to enjoy that lifestyle and they often play hard.
Like myself and my partner, they are all Dom/sub couples. None of them are extreme or overly sadistic practitioners but they aren’t pussies either. There may also be another single participant, I am still waiting for confirmation on that. This group engages with each other almost exclusively. They each have their own unique kinks which make our weekends fun for all. You are new, safe prey. It will be interesting to see how each of them incorporates and targets you into their play. I don’t think you, or any of us, will be bored. You sore, tired, and well used, likely.”
“Tonight’s activities will be minimal, as we need you to get as much rest now as once tomorrow morning’s wakeup comes, you will almost certainly not have any sustained meaningful sleep time through Sunday. I believe you’ve been told you are permitted to take catnaps whenever you can, and I encourage you to do so. Since we need no new permissions to use your body, we will start any activity we wish on you whether you are awake and alert or not. There are drawers built into the wall near the table we showed you. Strip naked and put your clothes and personal items you have on you in there. Your luggage will be brought in later. My mate will unpack you and put your stuff in the drawers. He will gather the play toys you brought and put them where they will be accessible to us. He will put your meds and personal care items in a waterproof box in the wet room. Now go ahead, get to it.”
I stripped as ordered and presented myself, somewhat hiding my privates with my hands, a little embarrassed of being stark naked in front of a man who with his eyes is conducting a thorough inspection of what he sees. My genitals quickly are placed into clear view as I was then handed a leather collar embossed with the name ‘BITCH’, advised that a collar is the symbol of servitude, and told to put it on. Apparently, someone took time
