Dorothy and the Steampunks
Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 2:09 pm
Dorothy and the Steampunks
She woke up cold and shivering, she was in a small dark room, as she felt around her, the floors were soft, crawling In the darkness she reached a wall, she moved around exploring each one in turn, there was not door! What! It was then that she realised that it was no room.
This was a cell. A padded cell.
Fear filled her gut, what had happened last night, she was at the office Christmas party…she had had a few to drink…but she couldn’t remember leaving or getting home. Fuck where was she. She started to panic, she screamed and shouted, but from the dead air and lack of echo, she could tell, this room was soundproof.
She slid down the padded wall and sat down. Wait…the sensation of the fabric of the wall tickled her back. Oh My God, she thought. She now realised she was naked.
She sat there and waited, in the dark. Naked. And alone.
Time passed slowly or quickly, she no longer knew. Time no longer had meaning when you were locked in a dark cold cell, with nothing for company except your thoughts.
Suddenly the silence was broken. She heard the scraping of a key sliding into a lock, and the deep heavy sound of a colossal lock being opened.
The door swung inwards. Light streaming into the cell, it stung her eyes, and for a second she was blinded and dazed by it. Two men quickly rushed in and pulled her hands behind her back, cuffing them. A leather hood pulled over her head. She was in darkness again before she could even adjust to the light. It was buckled tightly around her head. There were no eyeholes, but there was a hole for here ears, and one for her mouth
They attached a leash to the collar of the hood and led her out of the cell; she struggle at first but was quickly motivated with a slap to her ass.
Stepping out of her cell her bare feet felt the shocking cold of the hard floor. Every now and then she would feel little bumps in the floor, all in a line…she recognised the pattern, but couldn’t place them.
She continued to walk at the brisk pace the taughtness of the leash required. She could hear the boots of the men pulling her hitting the floor, with resounding clunks.
METAL, the floor was metal. Those bumps must have been rivets.
And still above all the clunking of the footsteps she could here that droning hum.
She heard another clunk, like a bolted door being opened. And then felt warm air on her skin, she could smell plants, tropical plants sweet aromas filled the air.
They continued to lead her forward for several metres; every now and then she would feel a warm breeze on her skin.
“Kneel” a rather posh sounding male voice commanded. It sounded cold, and firm.
She froze, then felt strong arms on her shoulder, encouraging her to kneel. She knelt under protest, the firm hands holding her in place.
“Remove the hood,” the voice commanded again.
She felt large hand fiddling with the buckle around her neck, soon the hood was loose, and pulled off, and the light was assaulting her eyes again.
Blinking she slowly started to take in her surroundings.
She was in some kind of large green house. Plants and tropical trees were everywhere. Large windows flanked the room, with gothic style arches in metal. In front of her was a pedestal, with a throne, on it was an odd looking man.
He looked like he had just stepped out of 1863, wearing a green frock coat, and grey top hat, with a shirt underneath with frilly sleeves, held together by a large lacy cravat. She now saw that the men holding her were also oddly dressed. A very large bald man on the left wearing welding goggles, that were perched on his forehead. He wore only a vest and trousers, as well as a big leather apron. On the right was a very thin little man in a long trench coat.
The man on the throne stood up and walked slowly towards her, his short heels clicking on the steel under feet, he paced slowly around her, drinking in the sight of her body.
“Where am I?” She blurted, who are you people?”
The man stopped pacing and stood directly behind her, he leant down and whispered right into her ear.
“Well, Dorothy, it sure as hell isn’t Kansas…”
He stood up and walked back to his throne, gently sitting down on it.
“My dear girl, you are very far from home…welcome to my world, your theorists would call it an ‘alternate’ universe. Your literature would call it ‘steampunk.’ And me. I call it home.”
“let me go! Is this some kind of joke..” She struggled against the men holding her down.
The man on the throne stood up and rushed forward.
“You will speak when you are spoken to Dorothy.” He motioned to the two guards. “Gag her.”
The larger of the two guards held her still, while the smaller guy tried to push a large red ball gag into her mouth, which she held firmly shut.
The big guy pinched her side, sharp pain flashed through her, and she squealed, the ball quickly thrust into her open mouth.
The guy on the throne, stood up, and walked over to her, he knelt down in front of her, their faces level, he stared into her eyes…
“I suppose, my dear, that you are wondering, where you are, why you are here, and who we are…?”
She nodded, tears starting to form in her eyes.
“Well, you see, Dorothy, we read your blog, so we know about your ‘steampunk’ fantasies.”
Her eyes widened at this.
“You are now our slave, but don’t worry my dear, we’ll have you home in time for work on Monday morning” he smirked “but don’t make any plans for the evening, and definitely not for the weekends.”
He moved his hand up and cradled her face, tears now streaming down her cheek.
“awww, don’t worry my little pet. This is what you want deep down, isn’t it?”
She had no idea how to respond, he was right, this was one of her biggest fantasies, but, she had never planned to act on it.
“well….?”
He wanted an answer, her mind was frozen, she had no idea what she should do.
Finally she nodded
“Good” Now then, it’s time for your training to begin he smiled at her. And motioned for the guards to leave them, they stood up and left, leaving her kneeling there with top hat man.
“Now, my dear girl, I hope you are going to behave yourself.”
She nodded.
“First let me tell you who I am..”
He stood up and walked over to the throne, he clicked his fingers and pointed to his side, she gingerly stood up and walked over to him, and knelt next to the throne.
He ran his fingers through her deep red hair.
“Good girl, you sit there and listen”
She was nervous, but this was suddenly starting to feel more natural, she had always fantasised about being a 24/7 sub, and loved steam punk, she never in her wildest dreams thought the two would ever be combined. Top hat man began to speak..
“My name is Baron Arthur Clocksworth, but you will call me Master, we are currently aboard my airship, she is called Excalibur, this is where you will be spending all your free time from now on.”
He continued to stroke her hair, now and then curling it in his fingers. The tears had stopped now, she still felt completely powerless, but found his petting comforting.
“While you are here with us, you are to obey all orders given, you are our slave, there are others here, but you are the newest, and therefore below them, there is only one slave below you, and we will come to him later. If anyone but him gives you an order, you will follow it, you may only decline if their order contradicts mine, understood.” She nodded
“You are not to touch your body below your waist without permission, any sexual pleasure you get from now on, will be a reward, not a privilege, and you needn’t worry about hygiene and bathroom, there will be someone to attend to that for you.”
Her heart raced, what did he mean by someone to attend to her hygiene, someone else would be cleaning her most sensitive area, oh my god, she blushed at the thought.
“Those are the only rules that are set in stone. Now in a moment I am going to summon your trainer, she will take you to your quarters, and introduce you to some of the other slaves.”
He reached up from his throne and pulled a chain which was hanging beside it, there was a sound of whirring and grinding, as if cogs, and pulleys were working, he looked down at her, then back up at the chain, then again back at her, and shrugged.
“Hmmm I must get this fixed, it’s a little sticky.”
After a few seconds of whirring, a large sounding bell chimed.
“Ah, here we go” He grinned at her.
Then she could hear someone approaching, small steps, clicking on the metal floor, from behind one of the plants something shocking was approaching, her greeter, Dorothy looked at her, her eyes suddenly wider than ever. She was clad in black latex, crazily high cruel looking ballet boots were locked onto her feet, forcing her to walk “al la Pointe” latex, clung to her shapely and long legs, all the way up her body, not stopping until just below her exposed and pierced breast, a chain was threaded through the piercings and hung between her breasts. Her hands were held at neck height by a brass bar that was locked onto an O ring on a large and firm looking collar, which kept her head bolt upright, she wore a red latex hood, which left her face exposed. Her arms were clad in the same latex as the rest of her body. She looked fantastic, her body completely on display, but still covered. The latex skin tight and gleaming under the gas-powered lamps, which were dotted throughout the room.
“This Dorothy is my number one slave, Melody, she lives here full time, like you will, but she doesn’t have a job, she works for me.”
Melody said nothing, she stood there, perfectly poised, the heels did not seem to affect her much, Dorothy was sure she would be in a heap on the floor if she were in such high heels.
“Melody has learned to only speak when spoken to, so she has the honour of not being gagged, don’t you my dear”
Melody spoke, having been addressed
“Yes Master.”
“Now take our new recruit, and show her the ropes so to speak, you may get one of your underlings to remove the arm restraints while you instruct her, and help her with her insertions.”
With that he stood up and attached a leash to Dorothy’s collar, he hooked the leash around Melodies restrained hand.
“Go with Melody pet, do everything she says.”
Melody began leading Dorothy away, out of the throne room and into a corridor she looked down at Dorothy, who was crawling beside her.
“You have a long weekend of training ahead of you. I’m going to have sooo much fun with you”
She laughed as she led Dorothy to her inevitable submission.
She woke up cold and shivering, she was in a small dark room, as she felt around her, the floors were soft, crawling In the darkness she reached a wall, she moved around exploring each one in turn, there was not door! What! It was then that she realised that it was no room.
This was a cell. A padded cell.
Fear filled her gut, what had happened last night, she was at the office Christmas party…she had had a few to drink…but she couldn’t remember leaving or getting home. Fuck where was she. She started to panic, she screamed and shouted, but from the dead air and lack of echo, she could tell, this room was soundproof.
She slid down the padded wall and sat down. Wait…the sensation of the fabric of the wall tickled her back. Oh My God, she thought. She now realised she was naked.
She sat there and waited, in the dark. Naked. And alone.
Time passed slowly or quickly, she no longer knew. Time no longer had meaning when you were locked in a dark cold cell, with nothing for company except your thoughts.
Suddenly the silence was broken. She heard the scraping of a key sliding into a lock, and the deep heavy sound of a colossal lock being opened.
The door swung inwards. Light streaming into the cell, it stung her eyes, and for a second she was blinded and dazed by it. Two men quickly rushed in and pulled her hands behind her back, cuffing them. A leather hood pulled over her head. She was in darkness again before she could even adjust to the light. It was buckled tightly around her head. There were no eyeholes, but there was a hole for here ears, and one for her mouth
They attached a leash to the collar of the hood and led her out of the cell; she struggle at first but was quickly motivated with a slap to her ass.
Stepping out of her cell her bare feet felt the shocking cold of the hard floor. Every now and then she would feel little bumps in the floor, all in a line…she recognised the pattern, but couldn’t place them.
She continued to walk at the brisk pace the taughtness of the leash required. She could hear the boots of the men pulling her hitting the floor, with resounding clunks.
METAL, the floor was metal. Those bumps must have been rivets.
And still above all the clunking of the footsteps she could here that droning hum.
She heard another clunk, like a bolted door being opened. And then felt warm air on her skin, she could smell plants, tropical plants sweet aromas filled the air.
They continued to lead her forward for several metres; every now and then she would feel a warm breeze on her skin.
“Kneel” a rather posh sounding male voice commanded. It sounded cold, and firm.
She froze, then felt strong arms on her shoulder, encouraging her to kneel. She knelt under protest, the firm hands holding her in place.
“Remove the hood,” the voice commanded again.
She felt large hand fiddling with the buckle around her neck, soon the hood was loose, and pulled off, and the light was assaulting her eyes again.
Blinking she slowly started to take in her surroundings.
She was in some kind of large green house. Plants and tropical trees were everywhere. Large windows flanked the room, with gothic style arches in metal. In front of her was a pedestal, with a throne, on it was an odd looking man.
He looked like he had just stepped out of 1863, wearing a green frock coat, and grey top hat, with a shirt underneath with frilly sleeves, held together by a large lacy cravat. She now saw that the men holding her were also oddly dressed. A very large bald man on the left wearing welding goggles, that were perched on his forehead. He wore only a vest and trousers, as well as a big leather apron. On the right was a very thin little man in a long trench coat.
The man on the throne stood up and walked slowly towards her, his short heels clicking on the steel under feet, he paced slowly around her, drinking in the sight of her body.
“Where am I?” She blurted, who are you people?”
The man stopped pacing and stood directly behind her, he leant down and whispered right into her ear.
“Well, Dorothy, it sure as hell isn’t Kansas…”
He stood up and walked back to his throne, gently sitting down on it.
“My dear girl, you are very far from home…welcome to my world, your theorists would call it an ‘alternate’ universe. Your literature would call it ‘steampunk.’ And me. I call it home.”
“let me go! Is this some kind of joke..” She struggled against the men holding her down.
The man on the throne stood up and rushed forward.
“You will speak when you are spoken to Dorothy.” He motioned to the two guards. “Gag her.”
The larger of the two guards held her still, while the smaller guy tried to push a large red ball gag into her mouth, which she held firmly shut.
The big guy pinched her side, sharp pain flashed through her, and she squealed, the ball quickly thrust into her open mouth.
The guy on the throne, stood up, and walked over to her, he knelt down in front of her, their faces level, he stared into her eyes…
“I suppose, my dear, that you are wondering, where you are, why you are here, and who we are…?”
She nodded, tears starting to form in her eyes.
“Well, you see, Dorothy, we read your blog, so we know about your ‘steampunk’ fantasies.”
Her eyes widened at this.
“You are now our slave, but don’t worry my dear, we’ll have you home in time for work on Monday morning” he smirked “but don’t make any plans for the evening, and definitely not for the weekends.”
He moved his hand up and cradled her face, tears now streaming down her cheek.
“awww, don’t worry my little pet. This is what you want deep down, isn’t it?”
She had no idea how to respond, he was right, this was one of her biggest fantasies, but, she had never planned to act on it.
“well….?”
He wanted an answer, her mind was frozen, she had no idea what she should do.
Finally she nodded
“Good” Now then, it’s time for your training to begin he smiled at her. And motioned for the guards to leave them, they stood up and left, leaving her kneeling there with top hat man.
“Now, my dear girl, I hope you are going to behave yourself.”
She nodded.
“First let me tell you who I am..”
He stood up and walked over to the throne, he clicked his fingers and pointed to his side, she gingerly stood up and walked over to him, and knelt next to the throne.
He ran his fingers through her deep red hair.
“Good girl, you sit there and listen”
She was nervous, but this was suddenly starting to feel more natural, she had always fantasised about being a 24/7 sub, and loved steam punk, she never in her wildest dreams thought the two would ever be combined. Top hat man began to speak..
“My name is Baron Arthur Clocksworth, but you will call me Master, we are currently aboard my airship, she is called Excalibur, this is where you will be spending all your free time from now on.”
He continued to stroke her hair, now and then curling it in his fingers. The tears had stopped now, she still felt completely powerless, but found his petting comforting.
“While you are here with us, you are to obey all orders given, you are our slave, there are others here, but you are the newest, and therefore below them, there is only one slave below you, and we will come to him later. If anyone but him gives you an order, you will follow it, you may only decline if their order contradicts mine, understood.” She nodded
“You are not to touch your body below your waist without permission, any sexual pleasure you get from now on, will be a reward, not a privilege, and you needn’t worry about hygiene and bathroom, there will be someone to attend to that for you.”
Her heart raced, what did he mean by someone to attend to her hygiene, someone else would be cleaning her most sensitive area, oh my god, she blushed at the thought.
“Those are the only rules that are set in stone. Now in a moment I am going to summon your trainer, she will take you to your quarters, and introduce you to some of the other slaves.”
He reached up from his throne and pulled a chain which was hanging beside it, there was a sound of whirring and grinding, as if cogs, and pulleys were working, he looked down at her, then back up at the chain, then again back at her, and shrugged.
“Hmmm I must get this fixed, it’s a little sticky.”
After a few seconds of whirring, a large sounding bell chimed.
“Ah, here we go” He grinned at her.
Then she could hear someone approaching, small steps, clicking on the metal floor, from behind one of the plants something shocking was approaching, her greeter, Dorothy looked at her, her eyes suddenly wider than ever. She was clad in black latex, crazily high cruel looking ballet boots were locked onto her feet, forcing her to walk “al la Pointe” latex, clung to her shapely and long legs, all the way up her body, not stopping until just below her exposed and pierced breast, a chain was threaded through the piercings and hung between her breasts. Her hands were held at neck height by a brass bar that was locked onto an O ring on a large and firm looking collar, which kept her head bolt upright, she wore a red latex hood, which left her face exposed. Her arms were clad in the same latex as the rest of her body. She looked fantastic, her body completely on display, but still covered. The latex skin tight and gleaming under the gas-powered lamps, which were dotted throughout the room.
“This Dorothy is my number one slave, Melody, she lives here full time, like you will, but she doesn’t have a job, she works for me.”
Melody said nothing, she stood there, perfectly poised, the heels did not seem to affect her much, Dorothy was sure she would be in a heap on the floor if she were in such high heels.
“Melody has learned to only speak when spoken to, so she has the honour of not being gagged, don’t you my dear”
Melody spoke, having been addressed
“Yes Master.”
“Now take our new recruit, and show her the ropes so to speak, you may get one of your underlings to remove the arm restraints while you instruct her, and help her with her insertions.”
With that he stood up and attached a leash to Dorothy’s collar, he hooked the leash around Melodies restrained hand.
“Go with Melody pet, do everything she says.”
Melody began leading Dorothy away, out of the throne room and into a corridor she looked down at Dorothy, who was crawling beside her.
“You have a long weekend of training ahead of you. I’m going to have sooo much fun with you”
She laughed as she led Dorothy to her inevitable submission.
