The Chamber {Closed, enter by invitation of Mistress PenIsMightier1 only}

[Stephanie4play]

There are places where the sunlight never goes, and for the most part it is unwelcome. One such place is hidden away in a shadowy corner of fantasy. The entrance to this place is locked by a large iron door that even a cat could open with the soft swipe of it's paw if it were to be found unlocked. There are keys to this door, but only one person knows how many, for they are Hers to give or to take away, and it is only by Her command that any will be welcomed or served within this place which will be called The Chamber. Mistress Pen is the owner of The Chamber and all that resides within is her possession.

On entering The Chamber one is greeted by the earthy scent of *stone walls, room and ceilings lit only by candles and the glow of a large warm fireplace. There is a very large bed covered with pillows and thick blankets along one wall, and set into the floor around it are large iron rings set firmly into the stone floor. Every wall of the octagonal room has identical iron rings set at various heights and configurations, able to accommodate a wide variety of binding needs, with additional rings along the walls on the floor.

Many of these walls are covered in thick tapestries depicting various images ranging from portraits of one beautiful collared woman to scenes of various girls bound in a wide variety of ways, with the recurrent theme being that none of these women appear to be free of bondage. **

Within the vast room are various couches and chairs and a large banquet table with seating for a dozen, though often the chairs to accommodate that seating may be found in odd positions or scattered in various places as though their purpose was not to provide accommodations for a meal, but rather to be used as tools of entertainment for those who are invited to The Chamber.

In the darker corners of the room, hidden by curtains of silk can be found racks of tools, toys, ropes, chains, locks, whips, crops and more in an endless assortment capable of stimulating the imagination of even the most boring of minds.

In dark corridors jutting off of the main room and hidden behind tapestries and curtains may be found various furniture of torture and binding, again leaving no room for doubt that nearly any fetish or kink could be accommodated here, in one way or another.

Set upon a high stone dais, prominently along the wall opposite the door is a stone throne and among all the articles in the room, this is the most ornate, being adorned with inlays of ruby bound in silver with intricate detail which glitters brilliantly in the firelight. Large pillows cushion the throne giving it an inviting and comfortable appeal. Script carved eloquently into the stone above says one word, "Mistress."

While the room is large and open with vaulted ceilings. it's scattered adornment does little to disrupt the nearly perfect acoustics of the room. On another stone dais in the center of the room, not far from the throne sits a small iron cage, just large enough to hold the one occupant who will be found waiting there for anyone who comes with the blessing of Mistress Pen. Engraved roughly into the dais, facing the throne can be found one word, "fucktoy."

Inside this cage is a woman. She is naked. Her hair is braided long and black and if she had room to stand, the tips of her braid would just brush over her ass cheeks. She peers out from the cage with bright blue eyes which reflect comfort and resignation. She is relaxed and watches the movements of any welcome visitor with quiet interest. She does not speak but the soft whispers of her movements echo subtly through the chamber as when someone enters she may be found moving to her knees and facing the throne. In front of her, also facing the throne will be found the locked door to her cage.

This is her cage. She awaits the orders of her Mistress here in perfect contentment and security. She wears a simple collar and nothing more. She knows that all who are given the key to her cage will have been given the gift of her servitude and submission. If they but hold the key, there is almost nothing she will not do for them, as she knows it will please Mistress Pen.

Un-permitted visitors will be treated with cold indifference as though they do not exist.

 

[Emerald_Lilly]

The large iron door was closed and locked, as it always was. But she held a ring of keys that would unlock the door as well as the cage within. She wasn’t accustomed to the weight of the key ring. It had only recently been given to her. That thought alone brought a small smile to her lips. She hesitated slightly before slipping the key into the lock and turning it. The clink of metal as the lock released made her cringe. She was trying to be quiet to sneak up on the girl she knew was caged inside. Pushing the door cautiously, she was relieved that it made not a sound. Peering into the Chamber behind the door, she smiled as the bright fire lit each corner of the room.

This visitor wore only slightly more than the girl in the cage. Opaque black thigh highs hugged her legs and black heels were buckled around her delicate ankles. She grinned to herself; she couldn’t even remember the last time she had worn actual clothing. Like the girl in the cage, a collar encircled her neck. Auburn hair curled just to her shoulders. Her eyes would change color depending on the situation. They would look very green if she was upset or crying. Today they were a sparkling grayed blue, reflecting the excitement she felt as she stepped into the Chamber.

Her heels clicked on the stone floor as she stepped inside and closed the door silently behind her. The girl in the cage was dozing, as the visitor knew she would be. Her eyes took in the details of the room, and anticipation coursed through her. She had been bound to rings such as those patterned around the stone walls and had received the touch of most of the implements hidden behind the silk curtains. But that is not why she was here today.

Her belly flipped and she felt the first signs of excitement pulse through her as she turned her attention to the cage in the center of the room. The dais held the cage above the rest of the floor, but was still low enough that she would need to bend down to meet the eyes of the girl in the cage once they opened.

Walking carefully to minimize the sound of her heels on the stones, she approached the cage. The key to the cage was on the ring she held and she separated it from the others. She slowly bent her knees to lower herself in front of the cage, knowing that when the girl opened her eyes the first thing she would see would be the smooth pink folds between the visitor’s legs; folds that were already coated in the moisture brought on by thoughts of the service of the caged girl.

She tried to unlock the cage quietly but the rattle of the metal made the sleeping girl stir. Her long dark braid slipped over her shoulder and exposed the smooth skin of the girl’s neck. The visitor reached in the cage and stroked the girl’s cheek to wake her.

“Wake up Sister. I am here to put you to use.”

 

[Stephanie4play]

Time loses meaning when waiting quietly, alone, a caged possession of my beautiful Mistress. I want for nothing other than someone to serve for her. I begged to be caged, and now beg to be let out to serve.

I awoke to keys rattling against my cage. In my blurry wakeful vision I saw a shadowy form, all flesh and black leather boots. As I pulled focus I realized it was my beautiful sister, naked from the thighs up, crouching, legs spread with her familiar glistening slit staring at me.

“Wake up Sister. I am here to put you to use.” She said in Her soft voice. My heart jumped at her words. I had yearned for this day, while kneeling before our Mistress next to her, but this could only mean one thing. She had the key. Mistress had given the key to her, and she was here to put me to use. I pushed myself up onto my knees and lowered my eyes. My body was already reacting, for I knew this woman to have a insatiably deep, erotic sexual drive. What I did not know was what her Dominance would feel like. A hint of adrenaline laced fear woke me instantly.

"Sister," I whispered. "I am at your service." As I knew I should, I spread my knees exposing myself. It took all of my resistance to keep from leaping out the door of my cage as it unlocked and pouncing into her arms, but I was at her command. I remained in my position, painfully aware that my small pink nipples were already hardening at the thought of being under her control.

"How may I serve you dear Sister?"

 

[Emerald_Lilly]

I couldn’t help but smile at my sister’s eagerness. I knew what her reaction would be before I even woke her up. Her nipples were hard and pink and there was a lovely flush to her cheeks already. For a moment I just looked at her, soaking in her loveliness.

Rising and stepping back a bit, I gestured for the girl to leave her cage. A thrill coursed through me as she moved slowly and gracefully forward, on her knees beneath me, her eyes lowered. Leaning down, I wrapped my sister’s long black braid tightly around my hand so I could tilt her head up to look into her bright blue eyes. I pressed a feather light kiss to her lips and smiled at her as she tried to press forward to capture my mouth against hers. My tight grip in her hair stopped her as I looked into her eyes.

“Sister, you are mine tonight and I am looking forward to every moment of using you.”

My anxious little sister licked her lips and again tried to lean forward to me. This time I let her lips meet mine and captured her tongue as it slid between my lips. I crushed her breasts to mine as I tightened my grip in her hair and with the other cupped her ass to press her hips against mine.

I released my grip and stood over her, holding her braid lightly in my hand. Using her braid like a leash, I led her to the bed and sat on the edge. Moving my sister so she faced away from me, I began to untie her hair. Mine was not as long and beautiful as hers and I wanted to feel it around my body. My fingers gently pulling through the braid, I could feel my heart beat quicken.

Once her hair was free, I swept it to once side so I could kiss her neck. Light licks and soft touches of my lips on her soft skin made her hips start to subtly rock as she kneeled with knees spread. Running my hands around her waist, I stroked up her belly to cup her breasts in my hands. Gently pressing against her, I softly rolled her nipples between my fingers. She tipped her head to the side so I could kiss her neck more easily. And with that invitation, I latched my lips to the soft curve of her neck and sucked and pulled her skin against my teeth, not quite breaking the skin, but almost. I smiled as I gripped her breasts tightly in my fingers and a soft rumble caught in her throat. Her neck would show the bruise I was leaving as my fingers dug into the soft full mound of her breasts.

I whispered into her ear, “Sister, go get a butt plug and wrist and ankle restraints and bring them to me. I expect you will not select one of the smallest plugs available.”

 

[Stephanie4play]

I had begged my Sister to top me, and she had confessed a desire to. She had even become rather dominant toward me. The more she did, the more my heart raced, but to see her naked in her boots ready to use me had my heart pounding in my chest. When she directed me out of my cage, the instinct to obey her was natural and powerful.

I sank to my knees and smiled down at the ground while her hand took hold of my braid. This was it, I was her plaything. My ability to see her as my equal vanished. She established herself quickly by not even letting me kiss her without her controlling it.

Looking into my eyes she said things which melted me. “Sister, you are mine tonight and I am looking forward to every moment of using you.” My training was clear, I ought to have answered her but I stumbled on how to address her. In the end I said nothing and quietly, mentally *yearned for her to keep her word. When she finally did allow my lips to touch her they were soft and burning with desire for her.

She held my hair in her hand and I quietly admired how she used it to control me, pulling me to my feet and walking me to the bed. She guided me to my knees facing away from her and began untying my braid. I loved the feeling of my hair caressing my skin as she played with it, kissing me and teasing me. I was hot for her already as her hands began to play with my breasts. Suddenly she bit my neck hard and tightened her grip on my tits. There was no stopping the soft, quiet, but deeply felt moan that escaped my lips. She knew me well enough to understand that moan. She had heard it before and it meant I was extremely turned on.*

I don't know if it was her fingers digging into the soft flesh of my breasts, or the words she spoke that made my tighten my pussy muscles with desire, but I could nearly have cum as she spoke again, *“Sister, go get a butt plug and wrist and ankle restraints and bring them to me. I expect you will not select one of the smallest plugs available.”

My stomach tightened in response. I was right to think that she would be intense as a dominant. I stood immediately, padding off to one of the dark alcoves of the chamber to where a wide variety of toys were displayed on shelf after shelf. I selected a plug as she had ordered. Not the largest, but large enough that getting it all the way inside me would be difficult. I next went to yet another alcove where all manner of restraints were stashed. I selected a set of padded black leather restraints for my wrists and ankles. The leather was polished and shiny. It would match Her boots perfectly.

I walked back over to Her as she watched me from the bed, only looking into Her eyes as I approached but lowering them to the ground again as I presented the items She had called for. I knew that my smile was visible, but She had already ordered me not to filter my feelings from Her in days past. I was happy and I let it show. I stood before Her, awaiting Her desires. My desire to please Her was perfect and overwhelming, as only dominance can provoke in me. I was at a loss you what to do or say. I had a good idea what would please our Mistress, but all I knew about pleasing Lily was how hard to lick Her sweetness to make Her cum. Tonight, I was certain I would learn something altogether new about Her.

 

[Emerald_Lilly]

I smiled as a I watched my sister-whore gather what I had directed. She moved so gracefully and I reached up to pull on my nipples as I enjoyed watching her hips sway as she moved from alcove to alcove gathering first the plug and then the restraints. Sister and I did not know each other’s needs and this would be the first time I had the chance to use her as I wanted. My temptation to push her and take what I wanted was great, but I also knew I needed to be cautious since I wasn’t sure how she would react. It would be a hard line to walk since I was so excited to take advantage of the time I had with her.

When she returned to me, I buckled the restraints around each of her ankles and wrists and laid her back on the bed. The sight of her before me, hair spread beneath her, shining black restraints hugging her wrists and ankles, her breasts rising and falling with each breath she took, pink nipples hardened, made my heart race and I could feel the heat between my legs increase.

With my sister flat on her back, I attached the wrist restraints to each other and then to a ring at the head of the bed. As I moved I whispered to her. “Sister, you know you need to beg permission to cum, with me, just as with our Mistress.”

Once she responded, I slipped a red ball gag into her mouth and tightened the strap behind her head, careful not to pull her hair in the buckle. Her eyes widened and I couldn’t help but smile at her. I kissed her nose and cheeks gently, and then pressed my lips lightly to each fluttering eyelid. “Remember Sister, you must beg and receive permission before you may cum.”

The look in her beautiful eyes was one I knew well; she was desperate to be used, desperate to please me, her submissive needs were making every nerve in her body scream out in desire. I leaned down and let my tongue run over her hard, pink nipples. She groaned and tried to press up to me. My tongue was light and teasing, not making firm contact, only flickering touches. As her body pulsed beneath me, I pulled her nipple tightly between my teeth. The sounds she made were muffled by the gag. Rolling my teeth back and forth on the hard bud that stretched out to me, I increased pressure gradually. Slipping my hand between her legs, I gently spread her lips and felt the juices that quickly coated my fingers. Moving my mouth to her other nipple, I bit it firmly and slipped two fingers in her cunt at the same time. She was so hot and wet for me. I wanted to taste her.

Keeping my fingers inside of her, I moved slowly down her body, I let my tongue trace over her belly and down over her mound. The scent of her arousal was heavy and my belly jumped as she filled my senses. My original intent for patience was lost as I was desperate to taste her. My tongue took the place of my fingers and I groaned as her juices covered my lips.