Most of the fun devices were in the other part of the basement, but we did install some basic accouterments in our sex slave's living quarters. There were pulleys and D rings attached to the ceiling beams in convenient locations. There was a small bathroom with shower, behind an iron door, at the opposite end of the room from the entrance.
We didn't want to spoil the mood, after all. We had built a cinder block wall, about four feet high to hide it during playtime. There were D rings at regular intervals to facilitate bondage in a wide variety of positions.Īs promised, there was a student desk with a laptop and a bookshelf in one corner. The bed had iron posts in each corner, that were six feet high and bolted to the concrete floor, as was the bed. We didn't want him or any of his tormentors sticking to the mattress when things got sweaty and cum soaked. It was sealed in heavy plastic, so that clean-up would be easy. We had decided to splurge, and actually got a futon mattress for the platform that would be his bed. The ceiling light was mainly for shooting video. The light came from medieval style sconces on the walls, and indirect light from the ceiling, when needed. The cinder block walls, the twelve foot high beam ceiling, the concrete floor-everything. Probably, because none of us had one! And while he couldn't see our faces, he could certainly see the amused looks in our eyes. At no point, had any of us displayed our gentle side. For one thing, he was surrounded by four bare-chested muscle studs in ski masks, who'd already gang raped him twice. I'm sure he didn't think he'd hurt my feelings. "Hey! We went to a lot of trouble to prepare this nifty dungeon, just for you!" I said, sounding hurt. We removed the tape from his eyes, and he looked around, in increasing horror. We didn't remove the tape that blindfolded him, until he was in his little dungeon room, and the iron door had been slammed shut and locked. This was done as much to intimidate our slave, as it was for dramatic purposes in the videos. There were locking metal doors at both the bottom and top of the stairs. We had installed an iron door in the wall that separated his dungeon from the studio. We had built a cinder block wall to separate his area from the rest of the basement, which we had set up as a porn studio. Roughly a quarter of the basement had been set up as his dungeon. We would remove his blindfold and restraints (usually) before sending him forth. Or the van would be driven away, while they stood where they were. One of us in a ski mask, would walk him away from, or to the van. He would always be blindfolded, when he wasn't in his basement dungeon, school, or getting fucked by a client. He wouldn't even see the inside or outside of the van. We pulled the van around to the back of the house, and walked our new sex slave in, still bound, naked and blindfolded. We never saw anyone we didn't want to see. The surrounding farmland, beyond the woods, had been sold to an agribusiness. It was roughly in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by woods. The four of us shared an old farm house, with a barn, a large yard, and a huge basement.