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The Playroom
by mechgogo
It was always such fun to observe a newcomers reactions. Poor sheltered little Simon-the ungrateful little snot- had almost wet himself his first time through the door. Thomas was much older and more experienced. But it was clear he had never explored this aspect of human sexuality. It would be very intriguing to see how he took to this portion of his new life.
While Eleanor sat back and watched, Tom was taking a tour of the playroom. He walked straight to the middle of the room, seeming to ignore everything and turned in a slow circle. This was the one room of the house where light colors did not predominate. The walls were covered in dark oak paneling, the ceiling painted a deep forest green. Only the floor was a light color. It was covered in the same sort of terrazzo material as the kitchen. After taking a look around, he went for a stroll.
There were numerous stations around the room. There was a bench that looked like something you’d see in a doctors examination room. Of course none of the exam tables Tom had ever been on were covered with what looked like leather or possibly high-end vinyl the same color as the ceiling. Nor did they generally feature places along their edges where you could tie somebody down.
There was a platform that looked like a giant capital letter Y. The base of the Y was oriented away from the playroom door. Heavy leather straps were built into the device making it possible to render someone virtually immobile on it.
Part of one wall was covered with a series of padded panels. Each one was distinct and separate from the others with a hardwood border around it. D-rings were spaced every six inches or so around the borders. A spherical cage hung from the ceiling in one corner, matte black in color and made of inch-thick pipes Tom doubted he could bend without special tools. He wondered how much time he would spend in that little contraption given Mistresses canine kink.
Some normal furniture occupied the room as well. There was a comfortable looking couch with an end table in front of it positioned where anyone sitting in it could best observe the action. A water cooler with little drinking cones sat nearby. Mounted on the wall above the cooler was a shelf with a paramedic-grade first-aid kit and what looked like a portable defibrillator. It took Tom a few seconds to realize that the coffee table in front of the couch as well as the side tables flanking it were engineered to serve first as cages.
Other devices in the play room included a seven foot tall wooded X with rings at key points, two stocks-one adjustable to waist-height and one clearly designed to be used exclusively while sitting on the floor and something that put Tom in mind of a gymnasts horse at first. Of course, Tom didn’t recall ever seeing one of those with extensions the width of the arms on the X-shaped device to either side or a series of hardpoints placed around it.
There was also a large, nearly ceiling-height wooden frame standing on four sturdy pillar-like legs with X-shaped feet at the bottom for stability. A leather sling currently hungin the middle of the frame. Tom had no doubt that he would be hanging there from time to time.
The playroom was well equipped in other ways. Racks along the walls held a store full of toys. Everything was organized by type. There were floggers and paddles and various spins on the cat o’ nine tail.
He fingered the leather on a couple of the cats. Some of it was incredibly soft and didn’t seem the kind of thing that would do any real damage. A selection of riding crops and buggy whips got his attention. He hoped like hell that the buggy whips weren’t among Mistresses favorites.
“You’re going to beat me with a bullwhip Mistress?” Tom asked in alarm coming to an assortment of single strand whips.
Eleanor nodded. “From time to time. But not right away. We’ll work up to that.” She smiled at Toms shudder and the sudden crawl of goose bumps over his skin.
Ropes in various lengths, color and material bundled up neatly waiting to be used.. Cuffs ,shackles and other restraints had their place as did mounting hardware. A selection of gags shared space with several types of blindfold. The load bearing support columns located around the room had all been fitted with bondage points and Tom quickly worked out that the lighting at each station could be controlled at it’s location or from a master set of adjustable switches near the door. The breathalyzer on the other side of the master light controls was a nice touch. No possible way things could get tragic in a hurry when people were screwing around with whips and rope while drunk. And hot coals were fun to hug. Right!
“Be careful with that dear.” Mistress cautioned him when when he examined a metal carry-case that put him in mind of one of his pistol cases at home. “It’s fragile and very expensive.”
Tom set the case on the exam table and opened it. Mistress appeared at his side, one hand on his shoulder. Inside the case was a selection of glass wands in various shapes. They ranged from a little flat disc to a simple straightforward rod shape to one that looked like a miniature rake. There were several light bulbs in the case. A set of metal finger talons were nestled among the foam as well as a something that looked like a miniature cat-o-nine tails only made of some metallic looking substance. Foil? Tinsel?
“It’s Mylar dear.” Mistress explained when he asked.
The purpose of the device became clear when he found the part the wands plugged into. It was a hand-held electrical unit similar in size and shape to the handle of an electric toothbrush. An electrical cord and plug went into one end and the wands-electrodes he realized- went into the other. A black dial at the base turned it on or off and seemed to allow a range of charges to pass through the unit and into the ‘trodes.
Mistress took the device from him. She plugged in the little disc shaped electrode so he he could see how it went together.
“Have you ever experienced something like this Thomas?” She asked
Tom shook his head. “I never went in for this kind of play,” he gestured to the playroom in general. “when I was free Mistress.”
“You certainly seemed to enjoy your spanking upstairs dear.”
Tom blushed. “Let’s just say the last two weeks have been a learning experience Mistress.”
“As will the next seven years.” Mistress said.
She patted the table. “On your tummy, Legs nice and wide.”
“Hands at your side, palms up.” She said when Tom tried to pillow his face under his hands.
Mistress moved Toms hair off his back and unclipped the tail from his butt plug. She ran her fingers gently across the skin of his back and rump. Her nails played over him teasingly. Tom closed his eyes and sank into the sensation.
“Do you know the difference between hurt and harm Thomas?” She asked.
“I thought they were the same thing Mistress.”
“Not always. And not between you and I when you behave. Hurting is simply causing pain. Harming is doing damage. I am going to spend more hours than you can imagine hurting you dear. I am going to see more tears from you than you may have shed in your entire time with Angela and Nicollete. But I will never intentionally harm you. Not even when you misbehave, because the pain I cause you then will be to make you more mindful, not to break you. But I need your help with it. You want to help Mistress don’t you puppy?”
Tom nodded. “Very much Mistress, yes.”
“Good boy.” She pinched his butt and gave it a light slap. “Then here is how it will be when we play. You will let me know how what I am doing is affecting you. Since you will often be gagged or in too much pain to speak or even think clearly we will use hand signals.
Holding up one finger from one hand will mean ‘Mistress I am enjoying myself.’ . Two fingers will mean ‘Mistress you are hurting me in ways I don’t like.’ . And three fingers will mean ‘Mistress you are harming me.’ . Do you understand?”
“Yes Mistress. It seems simple enough.”
“As it is meant to be. Show me what my hand on your bottom did for you dear.”
Tom held up one finger.
“And the leather paddle?”
Still one finger.
That got Mistress’ attention. “Interesting. What about…when I slapped your face for being profane?”
Two fingers.
“I thought so. And when they used the shock belt on you?”
Tom held up three fingers and banged the back of his hand emphatically on the tables padded surface.
Mistress just nodded. She had seen the video of his sessions with the belt. “ Before I use the wand on you Thomas we need to warm up your skin, get the nerves ready. Did you see anything you especially liked among the toys?”
Tom swallowed nervously. “That red wooden paddle looked fun Mistress.”
“It can be. But it lacks a certain…versatility. I could damage you if I used that on your back. You don’t mind if I make a selection do you?”
As if he had a choice. “Not at all Mistress. I trust you.”
“As well you should dear.” She said and went over to the rack that held the riding crops.
“No peeking puppy.” He was warned when Mistress caught him looking at her. He closed his eyes obediently.
“Look at me Thomas.” Mistress said when she came back.
In his owners hand was a crop different from most of the others. It was flatter and broader in the body. The head was more square in cross section and was comprised of two pieces one atop the other, like a person placing the palm of their right hand on the palm of their left without allowing the fingers of the top hand to touch those of the bottom.
“This is one of my favorites. It is called a batting crop. I got this one at an equestrian store.” She told him. “It has a lovely sting and I can beat every inch of you without harm. It’s fun to tease with as well.”
Mistress swished the crop across his back then, just letting the edge of the head make contact. It was a scratchy sensation more than a painful one. The two leather pieces made little clicking sounds when they connected with each other. The contact stung a little when she took it to his but and thighs but still didn’t hurt. He yipped and jumped when she danced the head over the soles of his feet.
“Someone is ticklish.” Mistress observed with a smile.
It didn’t tickle when she started paddling him with the crop. Little stinging pats rained down first across his back and and butt, thighs and calves. Gradually the tempo and force increased. Soon Tom was shaking as the crop cracked into him. The impacts were loud and they stung like Mistress' belt but with a heavier thud behind them.
He could feel his skin reddening and getting the tight hot feeling like it did on the rare occasions he got a mild sunburn. Still, he kept one finger visible. The crop hurt but Mistress Beth had given him worse their first night together.
“That should do.” Mistress said at last. She set the crop between Toms legs in case she decided to use it again and plugged the small disc-shaped electrode into the wand. After plugging the wand into a nearby outlet she turned it on with a click and a hum.
“Now don’t forget your signals little one.” She said. “And remember; I decide if you are really being harmed or not. Those fingers are just your opinion. And we both know how insignificant that is compared to mine don’t we?”
Tom nodded and tried to relax. It was hard not to tense up. The last two weeks had taught him to fear and hate electric shocks with a passion. The idea of being shocked for fun made him want to leap off the table and run from the room. Still, he lay where he was and calmly waited to Mistress to use him.
“Oh! I almost forgot!” Mistress said suddenly. She turned off the wand and placed it in his hand. “Be a lamb and hold that for me will you dear? I’ll be right back.”
Mistress disappeared from his view then. Her steps clicked across the floor and suddenly all the lights in the room died. He heard her return and adjust the illumination above the exam table. The lights dialed up just enough to see by but not enough to read by. Mistress reactivated the wand. It lit up with a deep neon green glow.
Despite his best efforts Tom jumped at the first contact from the wand. It hadn’t hurt and that was the real surprise. It was more like a prickly sensation as if someone were dancing a series of needles over his skin without actually drawing blood. Mistress picked up the crop and brought it down sharply across his thighs.
“Lie still!”
She ran the wand up and down his back for a bit then, making little comments about how responsive his skin was, how pretty the light of the wand was against him. The hot spiny feeling crackled over him for awhile. He yelped when Mistress passed it between his legs but more from the unexpected nature of getting his balls stimulated that way.
“Rise up a little for me dear.” He was told.
When he obeyed, Mistress ran the wand directly over his scrotum. The hot needles jabbed into the sensitive skin and he bit his lip. His cock began to respond and Mistress played the electrical toy across his stiffening shaft. That actually stung. He raised a second finger.
“Duly noted darling.” Mistress said. She still played the toy up and down his length some more but concentrated mostly on his sack and inner thighs before pressing him back down flat on his belly.
Mistress turned off the wand after a bit. By that time Tom was oddly relaxed. The wand had hurt in p-laces but mostly it reminded him of getting massaged. “That was nice but I think we can try something a little more intense. You don’t mind do you little one?”
“Well I did have that luncheon with the President today Mistress. And I’d planned to climb Everest right after. Might make make for some tight timing.”
She pressed her lips together and swatted him on the bum. “Cute.” Tom wiggled his butt. That earned him several hard shots across hit cheeks, leaving raised welts in the shape of the crop on his ass. They throbbed in time with his pulse.
“Are we done being clever?” Mistress asked after the fifth or six stroke. Tom nodded and she setthe crop back down.
“I think you’ll enjoy this one.” He was told as Mistress fitted the little rake-looking ‘trode into the wand. “It is more intense but you seem to have a rather high threshold. I wonder what it would take to break you if you actually chose to not let the pain affect you.”
The rake was definitely more intense than the disc had been. The little points concentrated the charge more making for sharper sensations. By then his skin was getting sensitive as well.
Mistress played the glass device all up and down his back. His skin twitched and more than once muscles jumped of their own accord. He pressed his face into the surface of the table and gave a muffled little scream when she ran it over his feet. Holding still and not kicking the wand was one of the hardest acts of self control he had ever had to perform. Mistress noticed it and petted his hair.
“That’s a good boy.”. She said. The pressing of his head against her hand as she caressed him was becoming a reflex with frightening rapidity.
Back and forth across the welts on his ass and thighs went the rake. Up one calf and down the inside of the opposite thigh. Hot blue snapping needles reached out from the points of the toy and lit up his nerves. As Mistress worked him over he began to sweat. The sweat increased the conductivity of his skin which made the wand that much more affective. Endorphins kicked in and Tom rolled with them. This was exactly the kind of thing that made tattoos so addictive. The high lifted him up, floated him over the table. God it was clean.
“Are we enjoying ourselves dear?” Mistress asked.
Tom nodded muzzily. “Mmm hmm.”
The sharp crack of a hand across his butt focused his thoughts.
“Manners puppy.” The voice was gentle but you could stand on the steel beneath.
“Yes Mistress, your little doggy is enjoying himself very much.” Tom said.
“Good. We are almost done but not before you experience the best part of this attachment.”
Mistress turned off the wand for a moment and went away. When she returned she had a roll of red bondage tape. Tom wondered if it was coincidence that she had chosen the same color he had used to gag Nic with the day he left home.
“Up on you elbows.” She ordered.
When Tom rose up Mistress meticulously moved his hair off his back and neck making sure not a single strand was anywhere but hanging in front of him. She took the tape and, with the utmost care wrapped several passes around his neck, paying particular attention to the patch of skin over his chip. When there was a good thickness of the latex tape covering his skin she pressed him back down and put his hair back as it had been.
The wand started again with a hum and a crackle. Mistress took the rake and ran it through the very ends of Toms hair. The strands conducted electricity to his scalp, making it tingle. Slowly, inexorably she worked her way up his hair combing it in longer and longer swaths with the rake. The toy got closer and closer to his scalp until the tines were conducting their charge directly into the skin of Toms head. The sensation was amazing, painful but exhilarating and oddly relaxing. At one point the outer edge of one of the rakes teeth caught the tip of his ear. He screamed between his teeth and banged two fingers on the table for a second. Other than that he kept one finger clearly visible where Mistress could see it at all times.
Tom lost track of time. He just floated and let Mistress play with him, letting his reactions come as they would. When she finally turned off the wand he blinked a little.
“Mmm?” He asked. “You’re done Mistress?”
“For now dear.” She said, running her nails over his back. His skin sang with odd mix of pain and pleasure. “I could play with you all day. But we both have work to do. Thirsty?”
He nodded. “If it pleases Mistress.”
She went over to the water cooler and drew a cone of water. When she returned, Mistress sat him up and took half the contents into her mouth. Tom knew what was expected of him and when the kiss came he drank down the water without choking or spilling. Mistress held the kiss for a few beats after the drink. Her hand clenched in his hair lighting up the already enlivened nerves of his scalp. Her tongue probed his mouth and he responded. He kissed her back and opened his legs, lifting them around her. Her free hand ran down his chest and between his legs, petting his privates. When he got hard almost immediately she gave him a firm squeeze and a little flick of one finger across the shaft.
Mistress pulled back and drained the cone, dropping it on the floor. Another drink. Another kiss. Another few moments having his pain/pleasure compass confused as he was alternately petted and gently clawed across his back.
The kiss ended. The taped came off from around Toms neck, the collar going back on in it’s place. He bent and spread like a good boy for the return of his tail. Mistress made him tidy up, including wiping down the table with sanitary wipes from a large canister kept for the purpose. She lead him back out of the playroom and locked the door.
Back upstairs Mistress put the earpiece in his ear. “You did very well downstairs Thomas.” She said. “But I hope you understand that not every session will as pleasant for you.”
When he nodded she went on. “Now you have chores to tend to. Dinner is at six and you need to be bathed and have the table set by then.
There are two chicken breasts in the refrigerator. You will make the entrée from that using any ingredients you like from my kitchen. Make whatever side you like. I want this house immaculate before dinner, including fresh linens on my bed. In the meantime if you hear my voice in your ear you will stop what you are doing, kneel and say ‘Yes Mistress how may I serve you?’ . If I summon you you will attend me immediately, remembering what we discussed earlier. Do you have any questions?”
Tom shook his head. “No Mistress. I understand what’s expected of me.”
She gave him one last kiss before shoving his shoulder lightly. “Then get moving puppy.”
Tom didn’t say anything. He was already crawling from the room to begin obeying his owners command.
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