The Chamber (For all, but please consult on time slots)

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Aay'Han
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I have noticed that those of us who play in the lounges have our relationships. Friendships, loves, and otherwise with many members of lit. BDSM is one of them, collared subs and doms are everywhere. The relationships between Dom and Sub run the gamut from playmates on lit, to very Real World connections. I've seen several rooms devoted to play and exploration, but not come to one that is dedicated for punishment.

You can go to Velvets, or Vassal, or to Cherry's to play with casual playmates or your sub, but there is no realm dedicated to punishment. I would like to submit that there are some instances where an arena for punishment on the boards is approrpriate. A place for dom to adress a sub's failings or mis-steps in a public forum, but one that still has a flavor of anonynity, and the knowledge that the viewers of that punishment understand the relationship. This is a place where you want it to be known that your sub has been disobidient and you want an audiance that understands matters.

There are few rules here, beyond those of lit.

One, if you wish to utilize this space, please send me a PM to check. This room is open to all, but serious punishments are undertaken here. Such things shouldn't be interuppted, and you should have time to plan and consider if taking your sub's punishment into a public space is appropriate for the offense.

Two, this is a room intended to be observed, but a degree of respect should be shown for the parties involved in a punishment, no commentary, no jumping in, only the parties involved at a certain time may be posting. It's just a matter of respect for the relationship between those involved.

Three, this isn't a social lounge, it's dedicated to punishment, and punishment alone. If there is a play going on, then please, there are many rooms available.

A special note. This room takes on the form that you wish it to be. Anything is possible, any design is feasable, any toy is more than available, and anything is at your command to utilize a punishment. Your imagination is your only limitation.

Now...without adeu, I call the Chamber to be Open to those who need to make use of it's space.
 
The punishment of Minx

The chamber is open. You cannot see the walls or the edges becasue they are covered in shadow. There are two bright lights. One glares down on white marble flooring, nothing is within it but a single round cushion, black and thin enough for someone to kneel on. The other bright beam glares down on a single black leather chair. Next to it is a spindle legged table with a glass top. On it rests a decanter of amber liquid and a single glass...and a crystal ashtray. The large lit circle with the cushion is in the center, then the smaller one with the recliner. In a line is a crecent area still cast in shadow. There are chairs there. Seats for those who can observe this punishment.

I enter the chamber...walking through the shadow and into the lit space surrounding the recliner. I am wearing a black suit. My boots click across the gleaming white marble, polished to a mirror shine. My shirt is crisp and white, my tie, black as midnight, bearing a golden tiepin...the symbol of BDSM upon it. My kangaroo skin Fedora is upon my head, black, and keeping my eyes in shadow. I circle the recliner and reach down, lifting the stopper from the decanter and pouring out a measure of the drink. I raise the glass and take a sip, considering myself for a moment as I look to the circular cushion. I sip again and turn to look at the shadowed chairs, adressing those who sit there, watching.

"I am not an old Dominant. I am no seasoned veteran. Truth be told, I have only explored BDSM and my inner dominant for barely two months. I have had a woman wish me to be her Dom for a month, and she has become my sub..." I sip again at the drink, slowly swirling it in the glass and contemplating it. "...and I have only truly become a Dominant in my heart in the past few days. But even before this, I had a friend truly show me what it means to be a dom and a sub, to show me just what the core of this relationship is about."

I set down the drink and slowly pull a cigara from my pocket, liting it in a slow motion...the flame lighting my face for a moment, the glare against my glasses makes my eyes shine, but behind them...my eyes...they're hard. For tonight, they have to be. I take a slow drag and lower the cigara.

"Trust." I say simply.

"Trust is key. Trust of the sub in their dom, in knowing that there are limits to be respected. Trust of the dom in their sub, that those limits will be obeyed. Having faith in them, knowing that the power of the command lingers even when the Dom is not there." I say the words quietly, but beneath them is a hard edge.

"Add to that Love. Love for something that is not easily reached, especially when it is fought for."

"Devotion, knowing that the sub devotes everything that they have to their Dom. And the Dom knowing that they give everything to their Sub becasue it is deserved."

"I used to think that this was a strange relationship, one that I could never be a part of. But that has changed, greatly. Now I understand, the power of it, the trust in it, and the importance of the bond that stems from it." I say the words softly and look up to the chairs, some occupied, some not.

"Now, my Sub has broken my rules, broken my boundaries, broken my punishment. And she must attone for these breaches of our relationship, attone for the break of what we have." I slowly turn and sit down in the leather chair, looking to the circular cushion.


"Sub, come." I say simply and snap my fingers together.
 
I enter quickly at the snap of his fingers, hearing that word and knowing he is talking to me is more painful than I could have imagined...and I want to earn my nickname back from my Master so badly.

Attired as he wishes, my long legs are revealed and the black silk kimono barely covers my most private places but then they are his so they do not need to be hidden. Beneath it I am bare and though I am ready for this; quelling my anxieties is most difficult.

I see the bright circle of light surrounding the black cushion on the floor before him and I already know that is where I must go. I step forward in all honesty trying to appear confident but I have disgraced my Master and that hurts me most of all.

I am ready as I go to my knees on the cushion as gracefully as possible, ready for whatever he decides on and as I look up at him; I know it is worth it. The pain of the past few days was worth it...just to see him again.

Now I wait and clasp my hands behind my back, straightened and poised as I rest back on my heels with my legs slightly parted. Standard display for him, I am patient but he can see how nervous I am behind the veil of my brown eyes...
 
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I see her arrive, and she knows that this is about her. Attired as I wish, and submitting to me. It is a start. I don't say a thing, I don't speak a single word to my sub just yet, instead I raise the cigara to my lips and take another drag, the glowing tip illuminating my eyes slightly, the gray in them gleams...but it gleams with anger, and with displeasure. There is much to be done before things can be as they were, but I see my sub's williness to submit to me without awaiting my command.

"I do not supposed to know everything about the world of BDSM. I can only learn what I can learn. I am simply human." I say the words slowly, quietly, to the observers and not to my sub, even though my eyes are glued to her. I take the lit cigara from my lips and tap off the ash into the ashtray on the spindly table, letting it smoulder on the edge as I take the glass and sip at it.

"You know why you are here, sub." I say quietly.
 
I swallow hard and bow my head with a bright blush in my cheeks as he speaks to me at last. Nothing more than sub now and I speak softly yet pained and respectfully to him

I know why I am here Master and I am ready for this day, ready to make everything I have done; up to you...

I hold back my tears; now is not the time and I am trying to be strong for my Master. To show him that I believe in us more than anything and that I am willing to go through whatever is required to repair the damage I have done to us...
 
I sit in silence hearing my sub's words, and the admission that she knows what she has done. I reach down and lift the cigara, lifting it to my lips and taking a puff, blowing a plme of smoke out and then leaning my chin on the palm of my right hand. I look at her, the brim of my hat almost covering her face from my gaze.

"You may not cheat on me. You may not lie to me. You may not omit from me. You may not have any master but me. Those are the core rules." I say quietly to her. My eyes flash slightly as I look at her.

"Remove your kimono. Spread your knees out a shoulder length apart, and look around at them...look to them as you tell them which you broke." I say the comand with a hard edge, my voice rising with a gleam of anger in it. I take another drag off the cigara, and I point back to the chairs behind me, hidden in shadow, but they are there...watching.

"Ensure they see all of you, as you ensure that they know of the first part of your disobedience."
 
I look up at him with pain in my face as he speaks and I see the flash of his eyes but no more. I nod and blush brightly at his command, rising up so that I may remove my kimono. I pull the tie and it unravels quickly, I slowly pull it back from my shoulders and let it fall to pool on the floor, my eyes on him always.

I do not look away from him even as I go to my knees and spread my legs until they are shoulder width apart. I clasp my hands behind my back and lace my fingers together; baring my body completely to him as I take a deep breath and prepare to address those watching. My eyes shift from him to address those watching and my lips move to speak


I omitted things from my Master that I should have told him, important things about our relationship...and I...

I falter and my eyes drop, I can't look up as I say this part a little softer, my embarrassment clear

...I was tempted by another, I did awful things...things that disgraced both me, my Master and what we have together...and I am ashamed of them...

I lift my eyes to look at him again

...and so very sorry...

I look to those watching again and speak with clear conviction

...I make no mistake that I am more than deserving of whatever should occur within these walls today...I have more than just disobeyed my Master and I am prepared for his judgement upon me...

I swallow and look to my Master again, searching him for approval at my words
 
I listen to the words in silence, my eyes never leaving my sub as she explains her broken rules and I nod slightly at the revealing of her failings. I do not speak, I do not even reply to them. Instead I sit in silence and let the words echo in her own mind so that she can absorb them again. She has done much, but here and now, I want her to rember them again. I raise my chin from my hand and take the glass, finishing the drink. I set the empty glass down, looking at the decanter but deciding not to fill my glass again.

"Make yourself cum, for each of those breaches of my trust. Let them see it." I say quietly, tapping out the cigara and lighting another, not even looking at my sub as I draw another and light it, instead studying the flame as it burns before my eyes. I blow out a puff of smoke and turn it slowly before me, studying the burning coal at the end of the cigara.

"Cum...hard, my sub." I say with the trace of hard anger in my voice.
 
There is silence hanging in the air and I can feel his displeasure with me, I bow my head until he speaks again and I swallow hard at the sound of his command. He knows me well enough to choose things that are difficult for me to obey but today as I look up...the last thing I wish to do is disappoint my Master further.

My hands move from behind my back and linger at my thighs, slowly and hesitantly moving towards the sweet spot between my legs. I take a deep wavering breath as my fingers finally brush against my slit. I flinch slightly at the hard anger of his tone as he commands me and I waste no further time.

My fingers slip between my warm wet folds and slide deep inside my entrance. My eyes slowly close as I fight my own shame and try to remain within the task my Master has set. My thumb moves up and flicks over my clit, I jump slightly and emit a soft moan at the sudden shot of electricity jolting through my body. My nipples hardening to display my aroused state as my head goes back and I am lost to my own touch.

My ministrations continue; I curl my fingers up inside myself and rub my clit harder and more furiously with my thumb. My moans grow louder and finally I can take it no longer; I explode with my ecstasy; his words lingering in my mind as I cum hard.

I clench tightly around my fingers as my body shudders with pleasure, my moans reach a heightened volume and I arch as I lean back. Sweating slightly with the violence of my orgasmic release, I slump forward and breathe heavily. I swallow and try to catch my breath, my hand remaining in place as I look up at my Master...
 
I sit and watch my sub attend to herself in silence. I know that she is fighting to please me with all her attentions. I don't smile, but my gray eyes watch my sub's motions, my hands not moving. I'm not stirred by her just yet. I slowly take another drag on my cigara and exhale a long plume of smoke into the air as I listen to the sounds of my sub pleasuring herself. I know that this is difficult for her, that this is perhaps her hardest task for public punishment. I tilt my head back, letting the bright light above shine onto my face as I hear my sub moan in release.

I lift the cigara and take another puff, the coal glowing bright.

"That's one." I say as I lower my head and meet my sub's eyes.
 
I wince slightly and nod as he speaks, gasping as my fingers start to twitch inside my pulsing walls with reluctance to bring me off again so quickly. My thumb slowly begins to rub again and my eyes tighten as I look up at him. I can't see any approval, happiness or pleasure there and my eyes close again; seeing my Master this way does not make it easier for me to obey such a command.

I go to a place far from the room I am in; back to a time when he would look at me very differently...when he was pleased with me. It does not take long for my moans to begin again at the thought of that, my toes curl beneath me and my body spasms as it feels a second climax impending.

When at last it crashes over my body, I cry out and throw my hand back behind me to catch myself before I can fall back completely and hit the floor. My torso constricts and tenses as a shuddering pleasurable power races through my form. My thumb finally ceases and my clit is twitching with aftershocks as my chest heaves to breathe.

My eyes slowly open, they are glazed over familiarly and I blink constantly as I come down; trying to regain my focus as my body struggles and straightens up
 
I sit and watch. My face impasive as I watch my sub fighting to make herself cum once again. I see the wince as my words reach her, but I know that she is fighting to obey. I don't nod in approval, or even blink in reaction, instead I sit there, looking away for a moment to pour myself another glass, disinterested. The show is not for my pleasure, it is for the observation of those that I know are watching, those who lurk and observe. I lift the glass and take a sip of my drink, the curl of smoke escaping the cigara in my left hand as I look over the rim of the crystal glass.

I nod as my sub cums for me again, crying out and forcing herself to stay straight and kneeling. I can see her body drop slightly, and I nod as she looks to me, the glazed look in her eyes familiar, but not bringing me pleasure in seeing it this time.

"Now...your disobidience my sub. You were under punishment. A very clear punishment, for a very serious infraction. You took control from your Master, you took his control, and you topped. You were punished for that. For two days, you were not permited to play, to flirt, to tease. On Lit, in RL, or on MSN." I say the words slowly, but there is a vicious thint to them, an anger bubling below the surface that I have only reconciled with recently.

"How did you break it?" I growl softly, lifting the glass to keep from saying more. Sipping at the Stolitychnya Vodka with a long slow motion, hiding the vision of my sub with the murky color of the liquor.
 
I seize up as he speaks, my focus returning sharply though my body still shivers. I hang my head and slowly withdraw my fingers; my juices coating them but I do nothing about that lest he tells me to.

I wait until he asks me the question and my eyes close with shame; humility written in my expression...but I can't look at him as I speak with remorse and regret in my tone.


I...played Master...on webcam with another...not my Master and without my Master's presence as was outlined clearly in the punishment...

I slowly open my eyes but I don't look up, I feel this humiliation more than any other right now...
 
I listen to the admission and nod as I hear part of her violation. I lower the drink and for the first time lean forward in my chair. I look at my sub as my elbows rest upon my knees. I raise the cigara and my eyes are lit by the burning coal, it is hard to miss the almost demonic flash of anger. I slowly lower the cigara and point to my sub with the hand that holds the crystal glass. My finger extends and I point it clearly at her.

"That is half of it, the important half, but not to be overlooked my sub..." I raise the glass and take a sip, as if to cool my tounge from something more severe.

"...you also cybered before that, knowing that you were breaching my punishment." I say the words softly and then I lean back in the chair. I reach my hand into the air and hold it out, a toy appreas in it, a black onyx toy that I turn over in my hand. I slowly set it on the floor before my feet.

"Take the toy my sub...crawl to it." I say softly, leaning back and placing my left ankle on my right knee, considering my sub as I wait.
 
I nod with shame as he outlines the rest of it for me, fighting my hurt that claws to escape; I swallow the lump in my throat and look up as he speaks again. I see the black vibrator on the floor and my eyes go to him as he commands me to take it...no, crawl to it first...

I move and drop down onto my hands as I slowly crawl forward to the toy beneath his feet; shaking nervously as I draw closer to him. This is the closest I have been to him since I entered here and that upsets me more than I realized initially.

My hand hovers over the toy for a moment and I grip it; picking it up and looking questioningly up at him.
 
I watch my sub crawl across the marble floor, into shadow, then into the light that surrounds where I sit. I stay leaning back, my legs crossd, and my arms crossed slightly, the body language is unmistakeable...blocking contact. But as my Sub gets closer, I uncross my arms and take another drink. I watch my sub as she takes the toy in hand and I uncross my legs at the sight of her looking up at me. I lean forward, close, looking into her brown eyes, but not making contact. I don't say a word, but my gray eyes are locked with hers, the displeasure on my face is fading, but it is still there.

I raise my arm and I point over to the cushion. I lean back again and wait for her to crawl away, holding the toy in her hands as I take another long drag upon my cigara...waiting.
 
The drop in my face is unmistakeable pain as he points to the cushion and I nod silently. I turn away and crawl towards the cushion again with reluctance, I don't want to part from him and the temptation to look back at him is great but I control myself as I didn't when it counted.

I reach the cushion and twist around on it, kneeling up and facing him again with the toy still clutched in my hand
 
I watch my sub crawl back to the cushion and can almost feel the longing in her to touch me, to look back and I nod in slight approval as she returns to her cushion and kneels there, waiting. I remain leaning forward, watching her.

"Now my sub. You have that toy. You will make yourself cum with it, until your master tells you that you may stop. Until he is certain that you have felt the pleasure coarse through your body and that you want your master to make it stop. Rember your master, the pleasure that he controls over you. Not just it's beginning, but it's end when I wish it. The experiance, the entirety of it...I control it my sub." I say the words slowly, softly, not as angry, but more like a teacher, explaining something to a student. This isn't just a punishment, but a lesson, an explanation of something that will be remembered.

I lean back into the chair and gesture with my left hand, the curl of smoke making a twist in the air above my hand as I wait.
 
I nod slowly in understanding of his words and my hand shakes slightly as I switch the toy on and it comes to life in my grip. I bite hard into my bottom lip and spread my legs further, raising myself off the ground as I position it between my legs.

I inhale sharply and prepare myself as I thrust it deep inside me and emit a low groan as I feel my tight warm depths stretching to accomodate the intruder obediently. I pull it almost all the way out and then drive it hard inside me, a moan escaping in spite of myself. My cheeks are bright red but I would do almost anything to make my Master happy with me again right now.

I continue to thrust it inside of me as my other hand slides down over my clit and I use 2 fingers to manipulate and rub my sensitive nub. I moan louder and my body seizes in shock as a multiple orgasm overwhelms me and my body shakes violently. I fight to stay in place and breathe harder and harder, shuddering as each wave crashes over me.

My eyes tear up quickly and I blink as my lips part in a loud moan, my body arching as my fingers move with furious motion. I can feel the previous two orgasms as these waves crash over me and my legs feel very weak but I stay up - barely...
 
I lean back and watch in silence. My face still refuses to betray the expression on my lips, and I wait. I watch. I take it all in. I lean back as I see the blush, hear the moan, and I know just what she's doing and why she's doing it. For the first time, my lips curl into a slight smile, approving of my sub's actions. I watch as her hands drop to herself, as she shakes and shivers, as her fingers manipulate herself, as her every motion is dedicated to bringing herself pleasure at my command, at my wish and want. I raise the glass and take another sip, but this time my eyes remain fixed on my sub. I do not speak, not yet.

I wait, wait for her to cum, wait for her to scream in pleasure so sweet that she cannot stand it.
 
As suddenly as that one ends, another begins and I find myself in a whole new world of torment; pleasure. I start to cry out louder as I orgasm a second time and my legs tense; I fight to keep them open as they wish to close.

My cries become screams as tears fall from my eyes and I fight not to fall apart. I want to make my Master proud! But I find my control slipping away as I cum hard for the third time and scream my words desperately, my hand shaking as it grips the toy, my eyes fluttering open but barely focusing on my Master though they search for him...


Pleeeeeaseeee Masterrrr! I beg you to let me stoppppp!

I plead, sobbing as the ecstasy overcomes me and I push my hand from my clit out in front of me to stop me from collapsing
 
I finally rise as I hear my sub cuming and screaming in pleasure, begging me to allow her to stop. I rise from where I sit as her eyes seek me and I look back at her. I walk across the polished marble, my boot heels clicking across the floor as I slowly walk through shadow and into the light. I walk back into the bright light and slowly circle my sub, I look across her form as she pleasures herself, seeing her eyes following me as I circle her, I see her collapse and I walk closer, not reaching out to touch her...instead I kneel down on her right side, my elbows on my knees, my hands interlaced. I lean close as I hear my sub sobbing and pleading, my head tilts to one side.

"Do not stop yet, my sub." I growl softly, my hands don't move to touch, they merely remain laced together. I'm barely a foot from my sub, close enough that I can reach out and touch her, but I don't not yet.
 
My hand slides forward; shaking violently and struggling as finally my upper body strength gives out. My face turned to the side as I see my Master so close to me, I sniff as he growls the command at me and my hand still gripping the toy continues to thrust it in and out of me.

The pleasure is extreme as to be compared to nearly painful as I force myself to cum again, reminding myself that the reason for it kneels only a foot from me. My eyes remain on him as I scream in the throes of my climax.

My body is a shuddering, tensing nerve that spasms on the ground beside him. I withdraw the toy and thrust it deep inside again, hard against my g spot; my whole body lurches and my eyes widen with the unexpected jolt that it sends through me and I orgasm again.

My eyes spilling tears onto the floor as I cum twice in quick succession and I cry out in a whimpering voice


Masterrrr I-I beg youuuu! I'm soooo sorrrrryyyy...godddd...pleeeeaseeee let meeee stoppp!

I plead, feeling that even as I do so that I deserve so much worse than this...but in all this time he has not touched me once and I want that more than anything! My hand still thrusts the toy in and out of me, I won't stop until he tells me to and I convey that with my eyes...
 
I kneel next to her, watching, seeing her face searching for me locking onto mine as she cums, but I watch, impasive for the moment, even as I see her shuddering forcing the toy into herself as she cums. I nod slightly, but remain silent, her crying and pleading makes me look over her body...all this...it has yet to stirr me, I wait, and I watch for a few more minutes before I finally reach out my arm as she screams loudly, begging me to let her stop. I hold my hand up over her throat, almost close enough to touch.

"You understand your torment?" I ask the words, but do not let her stop.

"You understand the public audiance to this my sub?" I growl the words this time, looking at the chairs, looking to the watchers.

"You took your woes to these lurkers, before you took them to me...and you shall never do that again either." I snarl the words in anger. That is the last facet of the punishment, the last thing to adress. And I turn silent, kneeling next to my sub and looking at her as she cums, as she forces the toy into herself.

After long minutes...I close my eyes, and I finally speak.

"Stop my sub."
 
Ordinarily I would have to fight to concentrate as he speaks while I work the toy in and out of my soaked pussy but his tone cuts straight into me like a knife. I see his hand stretch out to near my throat but he does not touch me...I can't blame him for that but it doesn't change the fact that it hurts.

I whimper in response loudly and apologetically; understanding and still thrusting the toy into my shivering form. I've lost count of the amount of times I've cum and I sniff as my tears darken the floor beneath me - the punishment fits the crime...I understand...

I cum a final time before he orders me to stop and I simply flip the switch on the toy, dropping my hand and letting it slide from me to the ground between my legs. I'm gasping for breath but still I manage to utter softly


Thank y-you Masterrr
 
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