On a random Tuesday night, Darren was asked by his girlfriend, Ashley, to do the laundry. Rolling his eyes, he went into the bedroom to get their hamper. Ashley smiled to herself as she heard him rummaging in the other room, thinking it was about time he started doing some chores. Darren came back into the room, and Ashley was looking up from her phone to see what he needed from her as he grabbed her, and quickly forced her face into the couch as he tied her hands behind her back (he had done this so many times at this point that he was quite efficient at it). “Darren, for once can you just do the laundry withou—“ she was silenced by a pair of used panties being stuffed into her mouth. 

“This is my version of laundry,” Darren joked as he cinched the panties in her mouth with one of his used ties. “All jokes aside, I’m going down now - be up soon to play with you.” He winked and smacked her ass at her as he walked away. Ashley protested in a huff - how were all jokes aside when she was gagged with her own used underwear? She heard the front door of their apartment slam as he left to the basement to load the laundry into the washer.

Laughing to himself as he finished paying for the washer, he looked around the room and realized he hadn’t really poked around down here to see what else there was. He snooped around and found a closet, a boiler room, and back in the corner, a door with a lock on it. Darren noticed that the clasp that secured the door to the wall was completed rusted out, and it took very little effort from him to break the clasp and open the door without messing with the lock itself. What greeted him when he stepped through the doorway was a completely emptied out room of about 12” x 14”, with concrete walls and floors that, although dusty looking, seemed like the had been cleaned before the room had been sealed off. He figured it may have been a woodworking room back in the day that was no longer useful, and had been left alone for the past 20 or so years. Typical NYC, he thought, they’ll give you the tiniest space to live in and then go wasting space somewhere else. After realizing he could close the door and it would still appear as if the room was locked, he started getting some ideas. Better go give Ashely some attention first, he thought. He could get back to this later.

Over the next few weeks, Darren would sneak down to the abandoned room to clean it up and turn it into a sex dungeon. He bought ropes, gags, hoods, latex suits, butt plugs, chastity devices, and a hardware table to store everything on. He also installed heavy duty hooks on the floors, walls, and ceilings. Finally, he added a cold, metallic table to the middle of the room. 

Of course, when Ashley saw what Darren had created, how could she refuse to be his little dungeon slave? She grew a bit hesitant after she was fitted into a full latex suit with a built in vibrating wand, but Darren reassured her while stroking her face that he would take good care of her. He tapped the remote to the wand on the table for good measure. Well, no turning back, Ashley thought to herself, and opened her mouth to allow a massive ballgag to fit behind her teeth and deep into her mouth. One of his signature ties was wrapped around her eyes. 

“There, that’s better isn’t it?” Darren mocked her. She made a pathetic noise as he began tying her up to the cold metal table in the middle of the room. Her hard nipples pressed against the surface as her legs were brought up behind her in a tight hogtie. Darren finished things off by placing a long, stainless steel collar around Ashley’s neck, anchoring it to the rope around her legs as well as to one of the anchors on the ceiling, straining her neck up and back. 

She struggled in her new position, trying to shift her weight ever so slightly to allow herself a little more comfort. It was no use, though, Darren had tied her with expertise. She let her muscles relax as she accepted her position, and allowed the feeling of full bondage and helplessness wash over her. 

“Comfy?” Darren asked, kneeling in front of her so his face was inches from hers. “I want to do a little experiment using that toy strapped to your suit.” He paused.

Ashley squirmed again. She didn’t generally like vibrators because of how fast they made her cum, and because after a while the vibrating sensation became a bit uncomfortable. Nevertheless, she felt a puddle growing beneath her crotch in fear and anticipation. It had already soaked completely through the latex suit. 

“We’ll be seeing how many times you can cum in the next 15 minutes.” Ashley’s eyes widened in horror. “Starting now.” She heard a switch flip on, and immediately the vibrating wand in her suit started. She moaned into the large ball gag. With all the heavy build up and how wet she currently was, she knew she wouldn’t last long. She tried to fight it - cumming this early would make her remaining time in this position even harder. It was futile, her body craved this type of bondage, and Darren’s power over her pushed her to the limit. She came in 30 seconds. 

Surprisingly, she felt the wand slow. Darren must have switched it to the low setting, she thought. She felt his hand run over her gagged lips. “My greedy little slut has already cum itself before this first minute. I bet it feels pretty pathetic right now, doesn’t it?” He slapped her lightly, bringing a muffled groan out of her. She felt him stand up and step closer to him, the crotch area on his pants pressing against her face. She could feel his boner through his jeans, and longingly tried pressing her face more firmly against it. She felt the vibrator increasing in intensity. 

“Cum yourself like the whore you are,” Darren said over her. She inhaled deeply, catching the scent of his cock. It seemed to travel right down her pussy, and although it was already growing uncomfortable from the overstimulation, she was back on edge again. She fought for a second, then it overtook her.

“Good girl”.

After she came herself for the fifth time, Darren finally shut the wand off. Ashley panted heavily into her gag, relieved she was free of the torturous device. While it had truly only been 15 minutes, it had felt like an eternity for her.

She felt Darren’s hands on her face, removing the large ballgag. She moved her aching jaw around, testing her tongue’s ability to move after being pinned down for so long. It was short lived, though, as she felt the tip of his penis shove its way past her teeth. Then she shaft. Then, to her muffled protests, almost all the way to the base. Her eyes widened beneath the blindfold, and she tried contorting her body as she choked. The ropes didn’t budge, and with her neck in the metal collar, she couldn’t move her head. Finding no relief from having her airway blocked, she screamed into his cock for mercy. 

Darren watched Ashley from above in amusement. He knew she couldn’t breathe. He also knew more or less how long it would take her to pass out from a lack of oxygen. He flicked the switch of the wand back to on, and he laughed as he watched her extremely contained writhing movements grow more furious. He knew she would cum again. No matter how sore that pathetic pussy might be, it always found a way to cum itself when his cock was down her throat. He put a gloved hand around her neck and applied some pressure, knowing this would bring her closer to the edge. He saw her movements slow, building towards the climax. He squeezed his hand harder while forcing his cock deeper into her throat, and watched her cum herself on the cold metal table.

“Good girl,” he said as he slipped his cock out of her mouth, finally allowing her to breathe. 

“Thank you, sir,” Ashley managed to sputter out once she got her drool under control. 

Darren took her blindfold off, untied her ropes, and carried her back up to their apartment. She smiled at him as he lay her down on their couch, and Darren gave her a wink.