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Labyrinth of Lust - Part 2

Date: 10/4/2014, Categories: BDSM, Author: NymphWriter, Rating: 27, Source: LushStories

Minotaur lead Yvonne by her new leash from the room of mirrors to what appeared to be a private bedroom that also had mirrors all around and on the ceiling. There was a large bed against one wall, a wooden cross with leather straps to the right similar to those she saw in one of the performer’s room, a small table that would hold about half of her body, a large wooden chest, and hanging on the wall, an assortment of crops, whips, canes, and floggers. Yvonne began to tremble as she tried to figure out what was going to happen to her. The Minotaur sensed her uneasiness, then turned to her and said softly as he stroked her cheek, “Fear not my pet, much of this will never come near you. We set this room up before we know what our pets might like. It is always better to have too much than not enough. Tell me my pet, what do you see that scares you?” Yvonne’s eyes darted around the room. Where did she begin? How could she tell him that nearly everything scared the shit out of her? She took a deep breath and said in barely a whisper, “The canes.” The Minotaur nodded. “Then tonight they will remain on the walls. To be honest, I’m not a fan of them either. They are too violent.” “Then why have them?” The Minotaur jerked her leash and said, “Excuse me?” “I mean, why have them, sir?” Her tone was much softer. “Better. As I said before, better to have too much than not enough. Some women like to be beaten with canes. I personally find that practice barbaric. So you’re telling me that ... those frighten you, tells me that we are more alike that I had first thought. Now, my pet, tell me about your thought on the crops, whips, and floggers.” “Crops are for horses or animals. Whips remind me of Indiana Jones. Floggers are rather medieval. Sir.” The Minotaur laughed. “Crops can be fun for a quick spanking. Whips are a bitch to control. Floggers can be fun depending on what is in their ends. The only one I’d use with you, my pet, have feathers or softened leather ends. One might tickle and the other might sting, but you won’t be in any risk of any serious pain. As I said before, the pain is meant to heighten your pleasure, not harm you. If I chose to use those, that is when you must exercise your safe words. Tell me my pet, what are they?” “Yellow for when you’re close to my limit and red when you’ve gone too far, sir.” “I hope to never hear you say ‘red’ my pet. I’m not a fan of revenge.” “Thank you sir,” she said softly. “Oh, you’ll be thanking me soon enough my pet,” he said smiling. “For now, I think you are a bit over dressed.” The Minotaur reached down and began to untuck her blouse. Yvonne started to speak, then thought better of it and just watched as he pushed the straps of her dress, removed the white shoulder-less top from her chest and folded it neatly and set it on top of the wooden chest. Yvonne had realized she was so frightened by what she had seen on the walls, she hadn’t thought about what was in the chest. “May I ask a question sir?” “You already ...