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Safe
Date: 9/24/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mulls1000, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
he led me along the stone floored corridor where each step of my dark stilettoes echoed around the enclosed space. Reaching a small recess in the brickwork we came to a stairwell that descended into darkness. My hold on his hand tightened as I glanced up at him beneath my lashes. We had spoken about tonight many times and I knew how he craved to watch me at the mercy of others, just as I knew how he longed for me to return to him afterwards. Anticipation mixed with a hint of fear lingered within as my mind began to play games but assured in his hold, his knowing nod was enough for me. Gingerly I began to descend. Each step a step towards a darker world of pleasure and debauchery. Before him a world that I could have barely imagined, my innocence a thing that I knew he found so intriguing. Yet he had opened my eyes to so much. He was the devil that took pleasure in wickedly corrupting. Delicately he had removed the shackles of my innocence and had led me to a world fuelled by craving needs and wanton lust. The dungeon was dark with low vaulted ceilings. Dark ruby red candles dripped wax; their position around the outside of the room exposed the rustic brickwork beneath and brought a dancing flame of candlelight to the confined space. And beyond, hidden corners and enclaves lurked where the candlelight dared not venture. Red satin drapes and a scattering of ruby cushions, big enough for two or three, lay upon the floor, positioned around the room's centre piece. My eyes ...