Robyns Session

Robyns BDSM Needs

She didn’t have many female clients but among that small number, Robyn was stand-out unique in her need for heavy corporal punishment and the way she reacted. She did like Robyn even with her odd ways.

Robyn made her genuinely smile and that was rare enough. It was just that Robyn was more like a man than a woman in her need for the special services that she provided and also, well, she was a nice person. Plus, and never to be underestimated, Robyn was brutally honest about herself and life in general.

Another point was that she could see herself in Robyn, all too easily. She could see the need for escape, the unhappiness in her life and how she felt trapped in the role she was in. If she wasn’t a dominatrix, she knew she could all too easily become a Robyn, at the mercy of her workplace.

Robyn needed regular fairly heavy corporal punishment with a happy ending to help her keep both feet anywhere near the ground, mentally speaking. Robyn needed a deep and engrossing trip into sub-space with all the trimmings. She wasn’t precious about anything which was refreshing. Robyn accepted she had needs then just booked a session to see to them.

Where Robyn worked was as far from precious as it was possible to get making Robyn accepting of most things, much more so than most men.

Robyn’s job as the personal assistant to a major construction industry senior executive pushed her ability to deal with stress to the limit. It was a job she was good at but the problem was that her boss was a pig, ignorantly rude and unpleasant to work for. Robyn managed to stay with the job by being as capable as she could and ignoring his rudeness but it came at a cost. Being without qualifications, she needed the job as it paid well. The problem was that she became so stressed she needed the out of body screaming release, quite literally. She needed something to help her escape for a short while and leave her spent but refreshed. She needed to detox herself.

Robyn was tall, attractive and probably in her mid thirties with a great body. She said she kept in shape running errands, quite literally running, and the only thing she ate during the day was fruit on the go as that was all she had time for. Her life was one of rush, stress, and trying to stay sane and pleasant in a male-pig dominated world. She felt for Robyn.

In her own life, she’d suffered a touch of that in her chosen career as a physicist. With her looks she’d had to put up with more than the occasional comment and looks that were decidedly lascivious. Shutting them down in such a way that she became a respected member of the community and accepted for her merit was never easy. For Robyn this was probably impossible.

She’d asked Robyn why she stayed with the company, why not get another job with someone pleasant. The answer had been that she didn’t have any qualifications and the pay was really good. “It’s like a shit sandwich Mistress Tish. The more bread I get, the less the shit tastes bad I suppose.”

She’d laughed with Robyn at that but it had still upset her. Her boss sounded like he needed a regular and hard caning and most definitely some tail end action with her biggest strap-on to make him appreciate women more. Definitely no happy ending for him. He needed the really big strap-on, the one with ridges and bumps that would make his eyes pop and if his mouth went open, then Angel could do a spit roast from the front. That would help him immeasurably. She’d probably get a thank you from his wife who’d book him in for regular sessions. His behaviour to women was appalling, a nice deep and hard spit roast or at least a pegging from her strap-on could only improve his attitude. And there would not be any happy ending for him. No way. He could beg his wife for that and that would do them both a world of good.

The other thing that surprised her was that Robyn was single. She’d been single for a while as she struggled to find someone, what with her super busy schedule and she was nervous of telling anyone about her sessions. “How can they accept me Mistress Tish? I really like these sessions. I told a couple of boyfriends and they couldn’t handle it. Sure they liked to fuck me and all, but the session thing was too much.”

That had left her sad and disappointed. Robyn couldn’t survive without the sessions and at the same time she didn’t have an intimate partner to help her and give her affection and support. She felt the similarity with herself all the more.

She turned her mind to her male clients who were single. Should she play matchmaker? Now that was a thought, and she had two single male clients in mind.

A Naked Robyn Kneels

Stepping forcefully making the clack of her heels echo along the corridor, she put her hand down on the door handle to the dungeon making it rattle. She did this for every client. Every client would have their heart beating faster, their respiration peaking as they heard Mistress approach. It was her goal to ramp their inner fantasies up, to excite them, the make the anticipation delicious.

She rattled the door handle once, a second time after a few seconds then entered. Clacking her heels on the floor all the while, she knew this time, right now was what Robyn had been looking forward to since her last session.

Entering the dungeon she found Robyn nude and kneeling on the floor, a trace of moisture from her shower evident. Robyn knelt with the back of her hands on the back of her knees just like the male slaves.

She circled Robyn, running her finger across her back and shoulders feeling the slight dampness. Words were not required. Stopping in front of Robyn she put the finger on Robyn’s forehead, showing ownership. Mistress owned slave, that was the message. She would toy with her slave however she pleased. Just by touching, showing ownership, she made Robyn know Mistress had entered and was in charge.

She stood like that for a moment letting Robyn savour the time. Every moment in the dungeon was something Robyn would think back on for days and possibly months and years to come. Accident and chance should not happen in the dungeon. Mistress owned slave and owned time. She could take her time.

After a moment of touching the slave with her finger she went to the wall of gear.

Strapping the wide leather collar round Robyn’s neck started it all off. She knew from personal experience that a collar round the neck was such a powerful thing to feel when you were a slave. It was an undeniable first step into sub-space, the vulnerability of the soft neck meeting the leather collar triggered a powerful emotion. The wide firmly buckled collar said ‘slave’ like few other things.

Robyn was now just a slave. Mistress’s slave.

Then, cranking the winch, she lowered the suspension bar to just above Robyn’s head. Taking wide leather cuffs she quickly strapped them round Robyn’s wrists then lifted and clipped them to the suspension bar so now slave was kneeling with her wrists buckled to the bar above her head, making Robyn expose her breasts, making Robyn even more subservient. Back at the winch she wound the handle lifting Robyn onto her feet, then cranked it a bit more till Robyn was upright.

Now Robyn was on full display, all her body available and exposed, open to Mistress to do with as she wished.

For all of Robyns life, her natural desire to cover up, to be feminine yet demure, to be sexy yet stylish, all those instincts had now been breached. And here in the dungeon it was exciting. She was naked and on display.

She had a moment of thought, should she get another slave in here with Robyn? How would Robyn react to having a session with an audience? Would it push her? Would she be even more excited?

But in her sessions Robyn was different. Unlike most of her clients, Robyn didn’t take hand strapping.

On Robyn’s first session she’d strapped her hands with the end of the belt. Giving her three medium strokes to each and Robyn hadn’t taken to it. She’d looked uncomfortable, screamed a lot, been unable to present her hand for the strap properly, and was clearly not needing the experience. She’d said later she found it embarrassing, something she didn’t need that pushed all the wrong buttons. Robyn didn’t need embarrassment or humiliation or to fixate on Mistress, she needed mental release, total cathartic mental release helped along by plenty of corporal. Maybe that would suggest having an audience might not work with Robyn.

Then again, hand strapping was a voluntary activity, the Mistress strapped the hand that was offered up to the leather. Being in bondage was different, and being in bondage unable to change anything and with an audience might work? It was a question.

There was another big difference to most of her male clients. Being a woman Robyn didn’t fixate on the leather Mistress standing in front of her with the strap in her hand the same way the males did. More’s the pity, it made her task more difficult.

Same as when she strapped the cuffs and collar onto Robyn, she did it quickly and efficiently. Robyn needed to be in bondage quickly, whereas the males enjoyed her taking her time. Everything about Robyn was quick and efficient, up front and immediate.

She took the ankle spreader from the corner of the room then strapped that between Robyn’s ankles holding her legs wide apart, her sex on prominent display. A quick look, not that she was a pussy admirer, told her that Robyn was quite excited. Her little clitty was peeking out of the curls and there was a definite puffiness to the whole area and a certain scent as well. Back at the winch, just one more turn got Robyn presented perfectly, standing tall, open, available and unable to evade what was coming. She was in a full vertical spread eagle, her arms and legs wide open and bound tightly.

Robyn was as exposed as she had ever been. Now all the boundaries for her had been crashed down.

She resisted the temptation to grope the bound woman, to let her hands rove over the breasts and down lower. She thought of running her hands up and down the torso and then fondling and fingering the exposed and open crutch till slave was gasping in her need. Then deny slave, edge her, make her beg for release.

She wasn’t a lesbian but Robyn she counted as a fun partner, an almost friend in the dungeon who she could be tempted to play with. That was a fine distraction and something she could enjoy, but she knew it would happen later with someone else. After all, whatever happens in the dungeon stays in the dungeon.

Robyn would now have that slave’s contradiction of not wanting the heavy corporal yet at the same time desperately needing it. She was scared of the pain, she was longing for the experience and being taken to where she needed to be. She knew what as coming, she was dreading it, yet she was excited at the prospect.

And she could see Robyn was as excited as she could get, one look at her little clit told that story. Robyn would be thinking back to all the other sessions and how they went.

She moved behind Robyn then slowly ran a hand down Robyn’s spine. She moved a finger across Robyn’s hips from side to side then down over her butt, cupping it, feeling it. Mistress owned slave, that was what she was saying to the slave. She could do as she wished.

Robyn jumped slightly, shook slightly and tested her bondage and the fngers walked over her.

Robyn was descending into sub-space.

She watched as Robyn moved her head from side to side, feeling the collar strapped round her neck, feeling how the leather restricted movement and kept her aware of her situation. She could see Robyn’s front in the mirror, her breasts wobbling slightly as she pulled on her wrists and probably on her ankles against the spreader bars. Robyn was testing the bondage, feeling it, taking it into her innermost self.

As she watched, she saw Robyn change, morph, move into a different personality. Robyn was entering sub space, fully becoming the slave.

“The belt first,” she said quietly into the silence as she stood in front of Robyn.

Strapping It All Out

She took off her wide leather belt and wrapped it round her fist till just a foot long strap was hanging free. Pulling on the end of it, tightening it up, she extended that to just under a foot and a half, the perfect length.

This was part of the theatre for Robyn, the visage of the Mistress preparing for the discipline, her the slave in bondage. This was just the same as for her male clients. Anticipation was king.

Putting the end of the belt over her shoulder, keeping it there for a second as Robyn focused on it, she brought it around in a lazy forehand round-house stroke strapping it across Robyn’s left breast giving it a crisp cracking blow.

The breast wobbled and Robyn shook. She jumped and gasped, her eyes half closed as she was well into the dream already. But this pushed her hard. Robyn was free falling into sub space, only the belt, the Mistress and her bondage intruding. And now the sting of the strapping added and pushed, the horror of having her breasts strapped taking her hard.

Strapping her breasts was something Robyn had asked about and tried. On her first session she’d admitted it had been a high point. The Mistress strapping her there was something so alien, so impossible, so femininely impossible that it became mandatory in all the sessions she’d had.

Her instant reaction meant she’d obviously been looking forward to this, thinking about it, wanting it.

Yahhh. YOU fucking BASTARD!” screamed Robyn at the top of her lungs, penetrating out through the door and echoing into the corridor beyond.

The transformation was instant and complete and shocking. The first time this happened in a session she’d been quite astounded, thinking Robyn was cursing Mistress out but it became clear quickly.

Not that she would have been surprised if Robyn had cussed her. A strap across the breasts was unbelievable at every level. Who would apply the end of a belt to a woman’s breasts? What monster would do that? The answer of course was that slave must take what Mistress gave. It gave the slave a mighty hard push into sub space.

Running the end of the belt through her left hand to steady it and to help her aim, she gave Robyn’s right breast a healthy back hand stroke of the belt. The crack of the leather on the breast made the breast wobble and the slave convulse in her bondage. Robyn screamed out, “Yaagghhh, you’re such a bastard Jeremy, I’ll fucking kill you, you sick bastard.”

She gave Robyn another forehand then a backhand stroke of the end of the belt to Robyn’s breasts and each time Robyn swore at Jeremy calling him every name under the sun.

With a loud ‘crack’, then crack’ then ‘crack,’ then ‘crack,’ the belt end lashed Robyn’s breasts and each stroke brought profanity aimed at Jeremy. Jeremy was cast into hell. Jeremy was castrated with his balls sewn into his mouth. Jeremy was impaled on a red hot poker shoved up his ass. Jeremy had a live rat sewn into his mouth. Then he had a dead rat sewn into his mouth. Then he was drowned slowly in a bucket of faeces she also pissed in as he drowned.

Each crack of the belt to Robyn’s breasts brought a new curse, one more from what must be a list of curses she was working through. She could imagine Robyn working through these under breath during the day at work.

She stepped to the side, extended the belt by unwrapping her fist one turn and held the far end with her left hand to keep the belt straight. Taking careful aim she brought it round over both breasts at the same time. Robyn bucked in the bondage and screamed out, “You prick Jeremy, I’ll shove rusty barbed wire up your asshole then pull it out slowly.”

She strapped Robyn across both her breasts again. Robyn screamed, “Jeremy you pig I’ll stake you face down naked in a gay bar.”

She strapped Robyn again, the belt cracking over both nipples and again Jeremy was cussed; “Jeremy I’ll strangle you with your intestines,” Robyn screamed.

She strapped Robyn again, “Yagghh, I’ll stake you down, push ants up your ass and get a randy aardvark to pull them out then fuck you senseless.”

Some of Robyn’s curses showed an inventive streak and they were certainly rehearsed, no one could think of them off the cuff like that. Maybe Robyn in her lunch five minutes added to the list and ran through them time and again during the day?

She gave Robyn a half dozen careful strokes of the belt over her nipples. They weren’t all that hard, but they would have stung. The whole concept of strapping a woman’s breasts was so out of body and something Robyn would be rebelling at. No doubt it would be pushing her head into a different space.

Each stroke of the belt brought forth profanity in the inventive cursing of Jeremy, and even his shadow was cursed, calling down a suppurating pox on it and its owner.

Then she stood in front of but slightly to one side of Robyn. Robyn was looking spaced out, her eyes half closed but she was watching the mistress in front of her with the belt in her hands. Holding the belt near the buckle in front of Robyn’s face with the strap hanging down she flicked her hand in the air bringing the end of the belt up, then she swung it over and around to swing it up and make it crack right between Robyn’s legs. The end of the belt struck the slave in bondage right over her little bush and its swollen inhabitants.

The effect was instant. Robyn jumped. The belt to the crutch stinging her deeply. She screamed out even louder as her body shook, giving a long wailing scream. Being strapped across her sex was painful but Robyn had admitted on other sessions that it worked so well, pushed her deeper, released her from any form of control, from the here and now. Hence it was necessary. It extended the slave. It pushed her deeper. This is what she came for.

Seconds later Robyn composed herself and the profanity began again but this time less structured. She knew when Robyn lost coherence in her swearing she was getting deeper into her release, deeper into sub space as all semblance of control was lost.

She gave Robyn a second stroke of the belt, windmilling it up and over then around and back up onto her sex making the leather crack and Robyn scream again louder and longer. Then, “Pig. Bastard. Asshole. Skunk. Wart. Bastard. Pig,” flew out of Robyn’s mouth.

Robyn had lost the plot. She was off-script with all the exquisite tortures Jeremy was going to get and was now repeating herself. Excellent. The deeper she got, the less coherent she became and the better the release.

She’d lost the ability to remember the full and complete curses she had stacked up in her mind.

She wrapped her belt round her waist and buckled it then went to the equipment on the wall. She chose the softer flogger, its lashes made of suede making them ideal for Robyn’s front.

She stood to the other side of Robyn then with a backhand brought the flogger across both breasts again. “Peter you’re a slime ball and take it up the ass from Jeremy.”

This was less demanding than the belt between the legs, and a different feeling to the belt across the breasts.

Peter was reserved for the flogger and heavier cat. Jeremy the belt and wood handled strap. It was an odd division of corporal but Robyn had her ways and who was she to get in the way of a slave and her sub space? It worked for Robyn.

She cracked another stroke over Robyn’s nipples, “Yeouch, and you got scabs on your knees from swallowing him you chinless pervert,” Robyn screamed.

She gave Robyn a six of the best of the suede flogger across her nipples and each time Peter got cursed long and loud. She knew that Peter was the second in charge where Robyn worked and quite unpleasant and untrustworthy too. This whip being softer didn’t push Robyn quite so hard so the cursing was more coherent and again it felt like it was scripted.

She put the flogger back on the wall of gear then stepped in front of Robyn again. She took off her belt, held it up with the leather hanging down then brought it round in a nice cracking round house stroke between Robyn’s legs again.

Again she shook in her bondage and again there was a scream and again the cursing was incoherent. The belt to the pussy was too much for her carefully considered long lusted after and often rehearsed curses.

She walked behind Robyn then folded the belt in half. Winding up she strapped Robyn’s butt generating a loud shout then,”Yeeaahh, Jeremy you pig, you’re a bastard pig,” but she didn’t get further till another stroke of the doubled belt landed and another scream and another curse flew out of Robyn’s mouth.

These doubled over belt strokes were loud. Very loud. Some slaves loved the crisp loud crack of belt and strap on butt. She suspected Robyn was like that also.

She gave Robyn a quick dozen, then letting the end fall down and still gripping it near the buckle she brought it up between Robyn’s legs from behind, making the end of it wrap around onto her sex again. Again Robyn shook and the scream came from deep down and then just words flew out, mostly incoherent words mixed with four letter swear words and occasionally the name of one of her bosses mixed in with them.

She folded the belt in half again then gave Robyn another dozen of the best to her butt making them slower and harder. Robyn used the time between strokes to scream out insults and curse the company, her bosses, their clients and everyone remotely associated with them.

After that dozen she repeated the stroke between Robyn’s legs making her scream loudly and again curse incoherently.

How long could Robyn scream before she became hoarse? That was something she’d wondered in previous sessions, but Robyn had a surprising stamina when it came to screaming and cursing. Maybe any lover or partner would have some serious abuse if he or she upset Robyn and the way she screamed in orgasm might also be entertaining. The neighbours would be entertained for hours, probably call the police when the novelty wore off.

She stepped in front of Robyn, “You need a belt like this, something to remind you of your discipline,” she said as she buckled it round her waist. Robyn watched her through narrowed eyes, her head hanging down slightly, the discipline getting to her now.

She went to the wall of gear then returned with the heavy leather flogger. This was much firmer, much more severe than the soft suede one. She rubbed Robyn’s back and shoulders with it then standing close she brought it round across Robyn’s back making the tails wrap around onto her right breast. Robyn screamed incoherently. She repeated the stroke and then did it again. Stepping to the other side she repeated it making the tails wrap around onto Robyn’s left breast making her scream one long wail.

Stepping back she lashed Robyn’s back and shoulders hard. She made the strokes crack home and bring up bright red welts. She flogged Robyn hard, each stroke bringing a scream and a long wail of agony until the whole of her back and shoulders was a mass of red welts.

This was all punishment. All pain. Robyn was taking a proper flogging now. Not that many of her clients could take a flogging like this.

Adjusting her aim she gave Robyn six of the very best of this harsh whip across her butt, each stroke making Robyn lift onto her toes and shout out. Gone were the obscenities, the cursing, the cussing out of her boss and his slimy subordinate. Replacing it were shouts of pain and screams, screams of a woman released from the here and now. She was now getting through to Robyn, regressing the woman past that need to curse and insult. Robyn was now fully into sub space.

Then after that, she shifted aim and lashed slave’s thighs one at a time. Each stroke bringing the soft flesh a new collection of angry welts, matched only by the screams of pain from the slave as she endured the endless lashing.

Strapping With Benefits - Angel Time

She stopped for a moment, and that was the cue. Robyn had been so vocal and she was a good half hour into the session, so now the sudden silence was almost deafening. The sound of leather on woman flesh was absent as were Robyn’s vocal responses.

It didn’t take long, and there was no warning as the full service sub didn’t wear shoes like her own. The door to the dungeon opened and there was Angel standing in all her glory, buck naked but for a wide collar and the strap-on at the front hanging down and looking menacing. The image designed to captivate, the leather of the collar, the sultry hot woman and the big black dick leaving nothing to the imagination.

Angel ran a hand over the strap on, lifted the end of the large rubber cock as she moved forward. She rubbed it, wanked it as she moved forward till she was almost touching, face to face with the bound woman in suspension. If she had been a man it would have been entirely believable, the man pleasuring himself as he prepared to penetrate the woman.

This was a time when severity was not required, but the discipline must continue. Pushing Robyn hard in sub space and overloading her senses was the name of the game. Pleasure came at a cost, and the cost for her pleasure was more corporal. In truth, the price would only act to increase the pleasure, to prolong it, to take the slave deeper and deeper into her sub space and shake her foundation leaving nothing behind.

She put the heavy leather whip back on the wall of gear then moved in front of Robyn so she could see the slave and her reaction. The time for the whip was over, it had done its work quite nicely. It had striped Robyn all over her back and shoulders and down over her butt and thighs.

She knew how that felt, the back and shoulders aching and the butt and thighs with the hot sting that only the harsh leather lashes of the whip brought up. For her own sessions when she was under the lash she dreaded that whip, knowing how harsh it was. It was absolutely ideal to punish with, to push the slave.

Now it was time to return to the old favourite, something that brought up heat along with the visual and of course and most essential, the red hot sting. It was the heat that made it all worthwhile, got the blood pumping.

Taking her time, she ran her hands down over her breasts then onto her hips, all the while watching Robyn. Robyn was looking at Angel, and then at herself, alternating. She was looking at each of them wondering what was going to happen next. But Robyn knew. This happened every session with minor variations, the variations just enough to make it interesting.

Slowly, she ran her hands round the belt at her waist, caressing the leather till at last she unbuckled it. She pulled the belt from around her waist and now she had Robyn’s total attention. Angel standing in front of her with strap-on was relegated to second place compared to Mistress and belt. The punishing belt. But that wouldn’t last long.

She slowly folded the belt in half making it ideal for a strapping, for a belting, then she moved behind and to the side of Robyn. Taking her time she flicked the belt up to tap Robyn on the bottom. She slapped the belt across the bottom gently. Robyn knew what was coming. This was the precursor. She gave a second, then a third light strike of the belt to the waiting butt. She knew Robyn would be looking at Angel, and lusting, feeling the belt. The slaps of the belt would be sending her high, the look of the naked gorgeous Angel with the big black rubber dick a total turn on.

Then she wound up and brought the belt in a hissing blur to crack across Robyn’s bottom.

The stroke cracked down loudly, slamming onto the waiting cheeps right on top of all the welts from the hard whipping. By itself it was a hard stroke. On top of what Robyn had already received it was devastating. It was engrossing, totally capturing the slave into its sting.

Robyn screamed again, her head going back a little as she stared at the roof in the moment of deep pain, of sting.

Angel took that moment to grip the strap on cock and with a half step forward, brought it up firmly and into Robyn, making the sharp squeal from the belt turn into a deep throat guttural drawn out gasp that had a touch of pain in it. Now it was a total out of body sexual release for the slave. The rubber dick, the welted back and shoulders and thighs, the strapped bum drove Robyn into a head space where nothing else mattered, nothing else existed. Robyn was immersed.

It was sensory overload. And it got stronger.

Angel wrapped her arms around Robyn and pulled her body against her, hard, making the large rubber cock fill the woman in bondage. The feeling of the naked woman against her was overwhelming when the penetration was factored in. It was the embodiment of so many of her fantasies.

Robyn reacted strongly to the dual sensations, quivering, bucking against Angel and the cock. There was only one response to this display of lust, she strapped her belt hard against the well striped bottom. Robyn bucked against Angel, her hips moving of their own free will forward and back, up and down, side to side in the dual sensations from the belt and cock.

Robyn wasn’t silent either. She screamed out “Yahh,” then after a few hip motions, “YES OH YES,” as the cock up her front did its work.

That was her signal. She gave Robyn a six of the best strapping, laying the strokes on at ten second intervals. Each made Robyn gasp, cry out, then in increasing volume scream under the double assault.

Angel was not idle either. She was pushing against Robyn, her hips moving back and forwards keeping that big fat rubber cock moving inside Robyn, sending her higher and higher.

The noise in the dungeon was peaking after a few seconds. The folded belt made a good loud crack, and the sound of Robyn taking the cock as Angel fucked her was loud and primal. There were growls, screams, gasps, all the sounds of a woman in thrall.

It wasn’t long in coming. Robyn lived up to her vocal reputation letting out a loud shriek as the climax engulfed her. She shuddered against Angel, her butt cheeks quivering as she clenched her vaginal and pelvic floor muscles onto the rubber cock. The shriek went on and on so now with the climax in full swing, she strapped the butt cheeks more gently trying to keep time with the spasms to make Robyn prolong the climax.

Climax. Belt. Cock thrust. Bondage. Scream. It repeated time and again. Her body hot from all whipping, Robyn screamed louder and louder. The sensations conspired to take Robyn higher and higher, deeper and deeper.

When it was finally over Angel stood still with her arms wrapped around Robyn, her head beside the totally spent woman’s head as Robyn came down from the mountain of climax.

Lock and Leave with Benefits

Putting her belt back on she waited for just a minute then cranked the suspension winch letting Robyn’s arms down. Releasing her wrists from the cuffs, Robyn wrapped her arms around Angel and stood still with her eyes closed holding Angel close. No doubt the feeling of naked woman against her was lovely and the large rubber cock would still be there. They didn’t go down after a come.

It was now time for the next phase. She tapped Angel on the shoulder.

Angel was ready. The two of them worked to get Robyn onto the leather covered bondage bench. Robyn’s wrists still had the wide leather cuffs on them which made it easy. They brought the wrists behind her bottom then using a clip fastened them together. A few seconds later Angel wrapped a strap around Robyn’s ankles and cinched it up tight.

The bondage bench had straps all down its length. Lifting one she bound Robyn to the bench at the waist. Then another slightly up her back, then a third across her shoulders bound Robyn firmly to the bench.

Angel meanwhile got another strap and pulling Robyn’s heels up and back, ran the strap between the ankle-strap and Robyn’s wrists. Pulling on it, Robyn was quickly in a tight hogtie strapped to the bench.

Only one more thing remained. She got a ball gag from the wall of gear and stuffed it into Robyn’s mouth and buckled it firmly. Robyn was immobile and silenced.

She looked at Angel and nodded, Angel nodded back. Turning off the light in the dungeon they left Robyn strapped down in the dark as they exited.

It was time to regress Robyn.

She had a long slow cappuccino in the staff common room with a biscuit while Robyn spent a dreamy post orgasmic half hour strapped up tight in bondage in the dark by herself.

After the massive orgasm, the well whipped back, shoulders and rump, being strapped down in a tight hogtie with ball gag, Robyn would be well and truly immersed in subspace.

Every time she moved she would feel the straps holding her firmly against the bench and also bent in the hogtie. Any sound she made would be swallowed by the rubber ball strapped in her mouth and in the darkened room, the only sensory input would be the feeling from the bondage, from all the corporal and the hard fucking courtesy of Angel and her strap-on. And the scent of leather.

Time was up. It was time for Robyn to get her finale.

For this part, Robyn dressed in her rubber catsuit, black and fetish looking and of course the strap-on remained, the straps and the rubber cock adding nicely to the look.

She and Angel walked into the dungeon. The lights were on a dimmer switch so she turned it to minimum before turning them on. The faint glow was enough to see that Robyn had her eyes closed and looked to be either asleep or deep into sub-space. Either way Robyn would be loving every moment. No doubt she was still in the sub space of bondage and cock sucking with the heat from the corporal all working together to zone her out of the here and now.

She and Angel went to the bondage bench then took Robyn out of sub-space as they unstrapped her from the bench, but Robyn didn’t move other than small quivers as she felt the straps coming off.

She and Angel took an arm each then lifted her off the bench. “Stand,” she said making Robyn stand beside the bench.

She had no doubt of it. Robyn would still be feeling the effects of the belt, the flogger and the wood handled strap. Her body would be tingling from the massive strap-on orgasm and corporal. Now, being in such tight bondage with all those feelings circling around in her, Robyn was re-living every moment of the session as she blew the penis gag.

From her own sessions, she knew that feeling well when Magenta did the same to her. It was a dreamy spaced out time not unlike a deep meditation when the mind and body shifted to a different plane.

She and Angel unstrapped Robyn from the bondage bench but left her arms strapped together in the middle of her back. They released her ankles and pulled them down from the hogtie freeing up her legs.

Pulling Robyn off the end of the bench they got her feet onto the floor. But they weren’t going to release her, not yet, she had some more screaming to do.

Quickly they flicked a pair of straps from the bench over her back and waist and strapped her down again so she was standing but bent over the bondage bench unable to rise her chest strapped flat to the bench. Then then she and Angel took an ankle each and strapped on the leg spreader opening her legs wide and making her pussy available.

The temptation to get the wood handled strap or the heavy leather flogger almost made her do that, but looking at Robyn, she was still deep in sub-space. No doubt the heat already in her punished butt and back and shoulders along with the intense orgasm, the bondage and the feeling of being strapped down in the dungeon were still affecting her.

Angel went to the wall of gear then returned with a vibrator. Reaching round, taking her time she worked it up and down Robyn’s crutch, stroking slowly and moving the end of the vibrator all over Robyn’s sopping crutch.

It didn’t take much time for Robyn to start struggling and thrashing around in the straps, the vibrator humming and Robyn almost singing into the penis gag as she got more and more excited.

Then, when it looked like Robyn was reacting strongly, approaching her climax Angel changed, she moved around behind Robyn and inserted the strap-on again and started the hip thrusting movements again. In, out, in, out and taking her time she gave Robyn a long slow deep bent over strapped down on the bondage bench and gagged fucking.

Robyn couldn’t take much of this, and Angel wasn’t going to delay the inevitable. Angel reached down and around then used a finger for some extra stimulation. That did it, Robyn climaxed again. This time strapped down to the bondage bench, and her second orgasm of the session, her movements were still frantic but not at the same intense peak as when she’d been standing in suspension.

Robyn climaxed nicely, shuddering and shaking, grunting and mumphing into the penis gag as it went on and on. Angel slowed the speed of her fucking, pushing the strap-on deep inside Robyn and keeping it there as she gyrated her hips slightly from side to side then pulling it out almost all the way out and hesitating for a pair of seconds before driving it all the way back in again.

Robyn finally quietened, unable to climax any more and looking totally spent. Her red streaked well whipped back and shoulders had stopped shaking and now she just lay there, almost comatose in her post orgasmic bliss.

Angel withdrew the strap on then with a look at each other they quickly started to tidy up the dungeon. Robyn would need a few minutes to come back to planet Earth from the sub-space fucking she’d just had so they might as well use the time wisely.

Nurturing Robyn

Finally it was time, Robyn’s time was finished.

They unstrapped the leg spreader from Robyn’s ankles, put that away then she reclaimed her belt from around Robyn’s wrists and put that back around her waist again, patting it down and making sure it sat just right. She did like wearing a nice belt.

Removing the penis gag Angel took it to the shower and washed it under a gentle stream and left it on the bondage bench for an antiseptic wash later when they swabbed down the bench and straps. Cleanliness was everything in the dungeon.

They helped Robyn up, helping her stand then pushed her back gently so she was sitting on the bondage bench, hunched over with her head down, looking lost, spaced out. Robyn had been deeply affected, deeply immersed in her sub-space so coming back was not quick. And it shouldn’t be, Tish knew that all too well from her own sessions.

Angel moved forward, between Robyn’s knees and hugged her, putting Robyn’s face to her rubber covered chest as she soothed her hand over the now sobbing woman’s head and hair.

She decided that Angel didn’t need her input, this was a few minutes of comfort Angel could provide that would help Robyn immensely.

~~~~~

Later in the staff room when she and Angel returned from seeing Ronbyn out, she asked Angel, “How was she? All good?”

Angel nodded, “She cried her eyes out then we had a shower together. She didn’t want any girl girl action, she wanted the closeness and the  best friend thing. I soaped her up and rinsed her off a few times.”

Robyn smiled at the memory, she had to, “She said she’ll be back soon. Her work is driving her mad and Tinder isn’t doing it for her. She said she needs more than a man for a few hours.”

Tish nodded, she felt exactly the same. “I know. I know all too well. This whole BDSM thing is part of me, I can’t ignore it. Robyn does like it though. She surprised the hell out of me the first time.”

Angel agreed, “Shit Tish, Robyn is freaking amazing. I’ve never heard anyone scream obscenities like that, anywhere. She really gets into it. And then the orgasms, OMG, she blasts herself into total body loss. She cried her eyes out there with me when you left.”

She looked at Angel and thought she was so good in the dungeon, an absolutely perfect assistant and more than that. Angel was able to identify with the clients, provide just what they wanted and what they needed which were often wildly different, but Angel seemed to know. That she and Angel were able to run sessions like that one, totally without saying anything, each of them coordinating with the other by just a look, and knowing what to do to make the session better for the slave was ideal.

She chuckled, “Robyn is unique I’ll give you that. Right at the end, when she was sobbing I thought that. You don’t get many clients who come off as hard or deeply. She gets into the whole sub-space thing more than any other client I’ve got.”

Hell yes,” said Angel. “During the corporal you could hear her out here in the staff room. I thought the Head Mistress was going to get you to gag Robyn, other clients would have heard her and be wondering what’s happening. It was obvious a woman was getting corporal and that sends some men sky high.” Angel was grinning, “Now that I think about it, it does add to the ambiance of the place.”