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Those two weeks spent in Tanya Darlington's basement-dungeon will remain in my memory for ever, although I may have forgotten some of the details of the things that didn't appeal to us. We loved the opportunity to try so many things to find out what really turned us on. We found lots that either one or both of us didn't like, but did get the chance to explore ourselves and each other. However we did find many things about ourselves that just really appealed and satisfied us deeply. Both Claire and I were amazed at the intensity of first-time experiences with several of the dungeon's equipment. After we woke up on that first morning in Tanya's mansion Claire and I had a wonderful breakfast and chatted long and deep about all the sheer wonders that had happened the previous afternoon. My beautiful wife told me how sexually inspiring it was for her to take complete control of me, knowing I was totally at her mercy. Again Claire reassured me that she had hated spanking me the day before when I cried and begged her to stop then said again that she had felt she had to do it in order for me to understand my safe words. She went on to say that many of the things that we would be doing in the coming days would be far more intense and I would require my safe word limits. She added that there would be other occasions when I would not be able to say my safe word and would have to show my intent by either coughing rapidly or by moving my hands or feet in certain ways. I understood her concern and the love that went into it and promised that I would not forget again. We made sure that we both fully knew what each signal meant. For my part I thanked Claire again for her intense love to take me to those physical, mental and spiritual places where incredible releases happened and gave me such inner peace. After breakfast Claire took me up to our room, stripped me of my gown and put me in the sensory deprivation hood, manacled my hands and led me down to the basement. The second time was far easier as I knew I could trust my beautiful and wonderful wife to give all the guidance that I needed. Again the steps seemed endless and I became even more aware of the slight changes in air temperature or movement. It is amazing how one's senses are heightened when sight and sound are taken away. Once more we started in the tiled area and I was given another extensive, machine-controlled enema. My breasts were also treated to the cycling suction and electric teasing which soon had me in a growing state of arousal. Once the inflatable plug was removed from my body Claire brought over a large syringe and pushed its thick nozzle into me and emptied its contents deep into my body. I wondered what it was but was soon to find out when she brought over a large black plug which she proceeded to ease into my lubricated opening until my bottom was gripping the narrow base. At first it felt strange to be so full yet after minutes it became comfortable. At last my legs were released from the stirrups and my hands uncuffed from the chair. I stood up as commanded and Claire placed a simple cloth blindfold over my eyes. "Time for a new experience, Diane," she said taking my elbow and leading me through a doorway and about 40 short high- heeled paces to wherever we were going. Claire backed me up against a cool frame, lifted my arms above my head and I felt straps being buckled tightly around my wrists. Then my legs were spread and my ankles similarly trapped. Another strap was pulled around my corseted waist then two more on each arm and leg. I could barely move and felt deliciously helpless wondering what was going to happen. I heard curtains moving on rails and then the blindfold was removed. I found I was bound to have an X shaped cross and I was faced with Claire smiling lovingly at me. Apart from a cupboard on my left the area was bare and curtained on the three sides I could see. "And now I get to play with my girly-boy-toy again," Claire announced, her voice throaty with rising excitement as she opened the lid of what I had thought was a cupboard to reveal several buttons and a joy-stick which caused me trepidation as well as raising my own arousal. She pressed a button which lit several lights on the panel. Next she moved the joy-stick left and suddenly the whole cross -and me on it - started to rotate anti-clockwise. When I had turned a full circle Claire pushed the joy-stick the other way and I changed direction for another circle. The straps were all tight enough to prevent me slipping. Once I was upright again a forward move of the joy-stick made the whole package raise slightly then my feet started to rise as my upper body tilted backwards until I was horizontal and about a metre above the floor. Another button was pressed and my arms and feet were pulled further apart as the cross changed its shape, stopping only when my legs were stretched wide open. Claire moved from the control panel and scratched her fingernails up the inside of my thighs. I hoped she would do something with my hard organ which was tenting my tiny latex skirt but instead her fingers grasped the flange of the plug and began pulling it out of my body. Once the thickest part was stretching me she eased it back all the way into me then repeated it several times. Being trapped on the cross frame had filled my attention but now Claire had me fully focusing on my stretched-open orifice. "How do you feel now, Slut, being completely helpless? You belong to me in every way and I'm going to make this pussy so sensitive that you'll feel like you've been fucked all day. You'll like that won't you?" With those words she leaned over my trapped body and began sucking and biting my left nipple. "Oh God, Yes, Mistress Claire! I love being filled and being your helpless play-thing and I love you so much. Please don't stop playing with me." Claire chuckled at my aroused state and, pushing the plug deep inside me again, returned to the controls. Another button started me turning until I was facing the floor, suspended in the straps that bound me. I was surprised that my thoughts suddenly wandered to how complex and expensive this bondage-addict's dream of a machine must have been. Such considerations were brought to an abrupt halt as Claire began playing again with the plug inside me. She continued until all my awareness was concentrated on the feeling of being stretched and penetrated. I realised I was groaning with the movements of the plug and the ease of Claire's action because of the very slippery lubricant she had squirted inside me after the enema. Claire adjusted the controls once more and I rotated face up then the upper parts of the cross brought my arms down towards my side but stopped when they were about 45 degrees from my body. Claire stood beside my head, rolled up her tight latex micro-skirt and straddled my head. My eyes quickly moved from her smiling face to her swollen outer pussy lips that glistened with her arousal. In anticipation I stretched out my tongue and was rewarded as she moved forward and pressed her pussy to my yearning mouth. I licked and nibbled and sucked in all the ways I knew Claire loved and was rewarded by her groans of passion as her excitement grew. However, with my head being unsupported, my neck was under increasing strain and I had difficulty concentrating on the wonderful pussy I loved to worship. Ever-attentive, Claire came to my rescue and cupped my head in her hands and supported my head while I finished the task of satisfying my wife. Knowing our sound-proofed environment was secure, Claire screamed long and loud as her orgasm resounded through her stiffened body and through the whole dungeon. When the tremors had finally stopped she moved from my head to the controls to pilot the joy- stick until I was once again standing upright with my arms stretched upwards. After pressing the off-button, Claire rushed to me, gently grabbed my head and kissed me long and slowly, letting me know all her love for me. I felt so exhilarated by the strength of that kiss so I was surprised at how quickly she returned to the script she must have had in her mind. "You did well, Slut, but I haven't finished with my slave yet," she said as she began unbuckling all the straps to free me from the device. As I stepped off the small foot-rests I was even more surprised to hear her command to "Turn around and get back into position!" I obeyed with, "Yes Mistress," and was once again strapped into position and whilst that was happening I noticed all the motors and wires that powered this very impressive bondage machine. In less than a couple of minutes I was once again helplessly bound and wondering what would happen next...........and feeling as horny as Hell. As always since this revelation between us had started, I knew how my wonderful soul-mate was feeling my thoughts, my needs, even the things I didn't even understand. And she was thrilled, aroused and actively pursuing these needs in tune with her own! My life was perfect. That was until the first 'thud' hit my shoulder. "You said you liked the flogger, darling slave, so let's find out what you need and want," said the sexy voice behind me. There followed a steady stream of blows from the soft leather flogger, none too hard, landing from my shoulders to the back of my thighs. My heavy latex corset protected my kidneys yet I still was aware of the impact. Each blow to my flesh, perhaps two or three a minute, was like a gentle punch with little pain but an amazing reaction. I couldn't help but follow each strike with my full concentration on the feeling in that immediate area and every other feeling and sensation disappeared from my mind as it followed two trips of the flogger down and up my body. Claire stopped at that point and asked how I was taking it but it took me several moments to come out of sub-space enough to understand her words and respond. "It was incredible, Claire, I wish I could tell you how it makes me feel." "That's Mistress Claire to you, Slut, but I'll forgive you this time. I'm going to do the same again but a bit harder so remember your safe words. If you think you can take it harder still you may beg me for it." The first strike of this new round landed hard on my left buttock and surprised me with its increased intensity. It wasn't painful like the previous day's spanking but a much deeper feeling which was causing me to erect rigidly. I mentally followed two more journeys of the flogger up and down my back, all at the same slow pace that let me absorb every feeling to the fullest. Claire's words were still in my mind and after the blows had reached my shoulders again I blurted out: "Harder please, Mistress! Make it harder!" Immediately I was shocked by the change from erotic impact to pain invading my body at each and every impact site and, after feeling the lesser strikes over my corset, I was suddenly gasping at the pain inflicted on my unprotected bottom. As the first lash landed on the top of my left thigh I knew I couldn't take any more and shouted "Red, red, red!" Claire stopped immediately, dropped the flogger and rushed in to hold me. "It's alright, Darling. It's over now. I'm very proud of how you handled it - I didn't think you would be able to take so much. Just wait until you see the colour of your bottom. It's glowing bright red!" With that she placed her hand on my right buttock and began to gently stroke and massage my punished flesh. It was heaven and I moaned as the soreness changed to a wonderfully restorative sensation under her loving hand. I suddenly realised that my mind was following each movement of Claire's hand in the same way it had followed the impact of the flogger - somehow my mind and body were more in contact than they had been! I know it sounds crazy but I was much more aware of my body and all its sensations. I tried putting it into words for it seemed very important to tell Claire what it meant. It sounded weird even to my ears but somehow my empathetic wife understood me. She smiled and hugged her body to mine, kissed me on the cheek and said "You silly ninny, that is what this is all about! I don't know what it is with men that is so different but they seem to shut out so many sensations and deprive themselves of so much pleasure. Since you became Diane you have begun to realise the joy of super-soft fabrics caressing your skin, the gentle hug of stockings on your legs and even the firm grip of your corsets. You've become much more aware and sensitive and that's why I wanted to give you this experience, especially after the way you reacted to the flogging yesterday. When Tanya told me about how flogging, spanking and even whipping awakens the senses I wasn't sure she was right or that it would have a place for us but it seems I was very wrong. I saw how quickly you fell under its spell and loved every bite of the thongs. And, I must confess, I felt very powerful controlling everything you felt and that made me good and wet. I think this is something we might have to explore further for both of us. "If you feel strong enough I'm going to release you now and let you rest for a bit. That was a massive session and I think your mind needs to dwell on it and come to terms with all it means." I agreed with her for I suddenly felt totally exhausted, despite still feeling very aroused. Claire pulled the heavy leather hood over my head and laced and buckled and locked me into its isolation then began releasing me from all of the straps. She guided me off the frame and through the curtain and, after a few more steps, pushed me gently backwards onto a soft bed. She pushed me further on then fiddled with my steel collar. I brought my hand up and found two chains locked to the ring at the front, each going to opposite sides of the bed and preventing me from moving very far. So simple yet effective and I didn't mind because I immediately fell into a deep slumber. It was a totally dreamless sleep and when I woke up it was with a sudden awareness of complete consciousness. It confused me for several moments that I couldn't open my eyes nor could I move freely. I tried to sit up but couldn't make my upper body vertical because of the chains to my collar. Remembering what had happened and where I was a relaxed backwards into the bed. I raise my hands to explore the hood, finding the locks and buckles and lacing all secure so that I could not remove anything. Several minutes went by before I felt a hand touch my right breast immediately followed by a second hand caressing my left breast as well. It seemed so strange to not even hear the slightest sound showing me how effective the sensory deprivation hood really was. The hands moved to my collar and after a couple of moments a hand reached the back of my head and helped me to sit up, which made sure I knew I was still well-plugged. My legs were guided over the side of the bed and I was urged to stand atop my ultra-high heels. Gripping my upper arm Claire guided me across the room and up the stairs into the main house. We continued up the central staircase and into our bedroom. I was seated on our bed and felt the locks and buckles of the hood being released until at last I blinked in the light into the smiling face of my beautiful wife, my strict mistress. I instantly stood and wrapped her in my arms and hugged her tightly. "Thank you, thank you, thank you Darling Claire. That was such an amazing experience and I never would have believed I could have needed or wanted it. Thank you for teaching me again how much I need your guidance and power. Please, though, I must have a drink!" Claire chuckled and wriggled her way out of my embrace and reached for a glass of water from the bedside. I took the class gratefully and swallowed all the water in one gulp. As I put the glass down I glanced out the window and took in the last glimpse of daylight. I could not believe that the whole day had gone, I must have slept for several hours. Claire took in my confusion and took charge as usual. "Get undressed and go and take a long bath Darling, I think it will help you recover your senses. And while you're in there look in the mirror at your bottom, it is still quite red. And don't forget to remove your butt-plug! When you're finished, come down to the kitchen and you can help me prepare our dinner. I'll be waiting there for you." She kissed me on the cheek and strode out of the room, leaving me to slowly remove the clothes that I could. It took a bit of manoeuvring to work the fat plug from my bottom, remove and dump the condom and then I washed and disinfected it. A long warm bubble bath helped restore my senses and fully relaxed all of the muscles that had received such a going over. Eventually I towelled off and studied my rear view in the mirror. There was a dull glow over my shoulders and below my corset yet it was not sore to the touch. Back in the bedroom I opened the top drawer I had been allocated and selected a pair of shiny black nylon stockings. I took the suspenders and attached them to the bottom of my corset then rolled the stockings up my legs, setting their lacy tops mid-thigh. I put my boots back on and laced them up then went to the dressing table to do my make-up and dry my hair. I went a touch overboard with my eye make-up and the lip-gloss, wanting to look my best for Claire. A spritz of perfume followed. Finally I slipped into my pink latex caftan and closed the front but not all the way. I tied the sash loosely and made sure that as I walked my stockinged legs would show then I made my way down to the kitchen where I found Claire putting the finishing touches to a salad to go with the ham already laid out on the plates. Clare looked up as she heard my heels on the kitchen floor and instantly I saw desire form in her eyes as she looked at the sexy pose I gave her in the kitchen doorway. Her eyes scanned my face then dropped immediately to my stocking thigh peeping out the front of my robe. "Wow," she said. "You look good enough to eat Darling and I think that's what I'm going to do as soon as we have had our meal. And after that I think I'm going to fuck you senseless! But right now I'll settle for a kiss." We held each other tightly and kissed deep and passionately then one of Claire's hands moved up to my breast and began fondling my nipple which immediately increased the pace of our tongues. Finally Claire ended the kiss and pushed me away, saying, "Enough for now Diane. I know you're a greedy girl but you need some food in that pretty body of yours. Sit down now before I throw you over the table and take you." Somewhat reluctantly I pulled out a chair for Claire then pulled my own out to sit as she placed the two plates on the table. Gradually the tension left both of us as we began to eat and chatted about the events of the day. The glass of white wine helped too. It seemed I had slept for over four hours and a Claire had been with me all the time to make sure I was okay. What incredible love she had for me. When we had finished our meal she pushed her chair back, reached for my hand and led me back up to our bedroom. She pulled us onto the bed, leaned over me and kissed me deeply. Moments later I felt a hand on my breast and she circled her palm over my nipple bringing it instantly erect. Another part of me became erect minutes later when she moved her head to suck, nibble and chew on my other nipple. She left me for about 10 seconds as she discarded her skirt, revealing her lack of panties and she climbed straight back onto the bed, straddled me and impaled herself on my hardness. I gasped as her warm, wet, velvety pussy sucked me deep inside her. Claire was obviously too turned on to wait as she immediately began to buck up and down, forward and back and in circles which was a sure sign of her needs. Those needs matched my own as I was still in a highly aroused state from the excitement of the day. In only minutes, with our hands caressing each other's breasts, I was screaming out her name as I came violently inside her beautiful body. That was enough to trigger Claire's own orgasm, her fingers pinching my nipples hard as she gave her usual silent scream through her climax. Whilst it was probably the shortest love-making we'd ever had it was incredibly satisfying and left us both on cloud nine. We collapsed into each other's arms and murmured our love and cuddled until sleep overcame us. It was a beautiful moment and I was again filled with the wonder of all the love I had for this very special woman and which she had for me. I woke moments before Claire the following morning and we were both surprised we had slept in our clothes and make-up. That didn't stop us kissing and talking of our love. We showered together then breakfasted and took a long walk in the gardens with the dogs. I had difficulty with my spike heels sinking into the grass - crafty Claire had worn wedges - so we stayed mainly on the path that wound through the trees. I felt deliciously wicked and vulnerable with my bare breasts on display and my tiny skater's skirt hardly covering my boy-parts but the dogs didn't seem to mind my kinky clothing as they dashed back and forth wagging with delight with our company. The next few days in the basement dungeon saw me in various forms of bondage as Claire tried out various pieces of equipment. These varied from different racks and suspension devices and even included a cage like contraption that had me standing upright in its tight confines. Another time Claire had me strung up about a metre clear of the ground with my legs held wide apart by a bar between my ankle cuffs. From the centre of this bar a telescopic tube pointed upwards and the dildo on the end penetrated me fully. There was no way out of this very secure bondage and torture which I endured for almost 4 hours before Claire showed me mercy. Whilst it was great to have access to all this equipment, none of those particular devices worked for us or resulted in the mind shattering orgasms we knew were available. We did find some interesting nipple clamps which created a variety of sensations and we tried other floggers but they didn't have the same effect as the first soft leather one. The next big revelation came at the end of the week when Clare introduced me to the latex vacuum bed. The machine-controlled enema had done its work and I was filled with a big red plug that was firmly embedded inside me. We made our way to a new curtained area and my blindfold was removed, letting me see this black latex device laying and completely covering the top of a standard double bed. Near one end was a short tube that stood up from the middle and there was a small hole further down the rubber sheet. Claire pulled a zip down the whole length of one side and held it open then ordered me to slide inside, warning me to be careful with the heels of my boots. I sat and wriggled into the huge latex bag and positioned my head under the mouthpiece of the external tube. Claire told me to grasp the snorkel-like mouthpiece with my teeth and make sure I could breathe easily and when I confirmed that I could she zipped up the bag again trapping me inside. I couldn't see through the black latex so I was enveloped in darkness. Claire positioned my arms slightly away from my sides, spread my feet slightly apart and pulled my penis and testicles through the lower hole in the top surface, the rubber being tight around the root of my boy-bits. I lay there getting used to this position but wondering what was about to happen. I didn't have long to wait before I heard a motor start-up. Pretty rapidly all the air was sucked out of the bag and I was gripped by the soft latex all around me. I could move, sort of, but could not bring my legs together, could not bring my arms to my side nor sit up. I was effectively trapped in the position Claire had put me in. There was a change of sound from the motor as it could no longer suck any air out and then it switched off. I lay there getting used to breathing just through my mouth and this incredibly gentle form of confinement. I guessed a couple of hours passed as I lay in relative comfort without being able to free myself, my mind revelling in the joy of this delicious bondage. I became aware of a hand very, very gently stroking over one nipple and then the other. Gradually the pressure increased as both breasts were fondled as Claire had taught me to love. It was a beautiful feeling and aroused me very quickly. That arousal obviously resulted in an erection lower down my body and I was rewarded with hot breath followed by warm, wet lips enclosing the tip of my member. I felt a weight on the bed beside me as Claire moved to straddle my hips. I held my breath hoping and praying for what will come next. I was not disappointed, as Claire lowered her hips to sink down fully onto my rigid shaft and I was engulfed by her beautiful pussy. She didn't move but sat contentedly in her impaled position. I needed more and tried to buck my hips but my movement was limited by the all-embracing latex and Claire merely moved with me, not allowing me the friction I needed so badly. I tried to picture the view from Claire's eyes as she stared down at my rubber covered form beneath her then I felt movement just above the base of my penis and realised Claire was massaging her own clit. She was obviously enjoying her position of total control and power over me. After a few minutes her finger movements suddenly speeded up and I heard her passionate groans vaguely through the latex. I felt her knees grip my hips and her body go rigid as her climax filled her being yet still she didn't give me the movement I desired apart from the clenching of her pussy-muscles. Then the worst thing happened. Claire lifted her body off mine and moved away from the bed and the bottom fell out of my world. I lay there helpless, my ears straining to hear any sound but there was none. Seconds turned into minutes and slowly my erection began to wilt yet I was still incredibly aroused. Suddenly the plug inside me started to vibrate and I jerked, as much as my prison would let me, in surprise. It was a steady throb that added to my arousal but gave no relief. I don't know how much time passed before I felt a slight movement on the bed and then hot breath over my deflated penis. A warm hand grasped my shaft and another began to fondle my testicles and my erection began to grow again. As soon as I was rigid Claire mounted me once again and when she had swallowed me inside her she sat there again without movement. I dreaded that she would tease me once again but that was what happened for, after maybe 10 minutes, she jerked up and down twice and then dismounted my body. Once again I was left for an unknown time, desperately wanting release in more ways than one. However, the vibrations inside me from the huge plug increased quite a lot and began cycling up and down in intensity, which held my attention. The third time Claire mounted me I was expecting no more than had so far occurred, so I was delightfully surprised when she began lightly rocking backwards and forwards. I half expected her to dismount again, hoping all the time that I was wrong, but gradually Claire's hips picked up speed and began to circle urgently, bringing me to new levels of excitement. Hands caressed my breasts and fingers squeezed my erect nipples as only Claire knew how. After being teased like I had been, coupled with the thrill of my bondage, my arousal grew at a rapid rate. I was trying to move as much as I could beneath Claire and then suddenly it was upon me. I couldn't scream through the mouthpiece of the breathing tube yet all sorts of groans and noises erupted as my orgasm engulfed me. It must have been all the teasing but I know I came in a far greater quantity than I normally did. Finally I sank back into my complete latex bondage, totally and completely satisfied. I was barely aware of Claire standing up and getting off the bed. Maybe 10 minutes passed and I felt and heard the air-tight zip of the vacuum bed being undone. Air quickly made its way inside and released me from its latex grip. Claire lifted the breathing tube from my mouth and held up the top sheet of latex and told me I could come out now. It took several tries before my body wanted to respond to me but slowly I managed to get my legs out into the open and then wriggled the rest of my body to stand beside her. I was covered in sweat but so satisfied. Claire wrinkled her nose at me but her smile warmed her words "You look a right mess, Slut. We better get you showered as quickly as possible." The cloth blindfold was added to my eyes and I was walked to a tiled-off area that held a walk-in shower. Claire ran the water warm for me and after removing my boots I enjoyed its refreshing spray. She helped me towel off then hugged me tight and I held on tightly too. She kissed my neck and ear, ignoring my still damp hair. "How was, Darling? I hope I didn't tease you too much but I thought you were going to flood me when you came!" "Wonderful Claire.......sorry Wonderful Mistress Claire, I don't know how to describe all that you made me feel........it was fantastic and we've got to get one of those rubber bags!" "That's what I was thinking too, you naughty bondage Slut!" she cried in interruption. "I almost wet myself when I pumped out the air and saw you trapped inside. I could see every detail, every tiny movement and breath you took yet you couldn't escape until I let you. And when I fucked you and played with my clit I had the biggest climax for ages. Put your boots back on and we'll go get you some food - I had lunch but you missed out. Anyway, it's Friday night and we are going out for a meal so let's get ready." The food and atmosphere in the little country inn was perfect for our mood and both of us were completely satisfied in body and spirit. We had almost total privacy and were able to share our thoughts on all we had discovered during the week and I think we were both surprised at how in tune we were with what we liked and disliked. As we sipped our brandies at the close of the meal Claire announced "We are taking the weekend off so we can absorb all we've learned, Honey. There is a lot to take in and we need to discuss it much further but as lovers, not Dom and Sub." I agreed and both Saturday and Sunday we took day trips to the nearby coastal regions and just spent time splashing in the surf, lazing on the beach or exploring the town. Whilst we were acting as lovers - and didn't care who noticed - Claire had refused to unlock my steel slave-collar and that received several stares but no-one made any comments. It was a pleasure to wear normal 4-inch heels again after the demanding boots I had endured all week but I wouldn't wear boring flats. I carried my heels when we went in the water, of course. Each night we returned, to the delight of the dogs, and made gentle but passionate love in our massive bed.