Having been lucky enough to visit Madam Dee in both Oxfordshire and Spain, I was keen to visit her at The New Lancashire Dungeon.  After begging to be granted a visit, Madam agreed that I could stay with her for a couple of nights, even though the new premises was not yet fully up and running. On the arranged day, I made my way to the address, where, as usual, Madam greeted me warmly, with a welcoming cup of coffee, and a chance to catch up, after which I was shown into a first floor bedroom, where I was ordered to strip naked. Madam securely fastened a collar and lead around my neck, and, as her owned slave, I knew I must now prostrate myself at her feet and greet her respectfully by kissing them. Madam informed me that I would remain naked throughout my time with her, until I departed to return home. This statement brought home immediately the fact that I was her slave, and as she says on her website, 'I had no say in the matter.' My period of slavery had now commenced!

Madam then led me up another flight of stairs, where we arrived at her dungeon, on the top floor, Madam placed leather  cuffs on my wrists and ankles, adding a spreader bar to my feet, and a harness around my balls to which she attached one weight, saying 'One for now.' I was then secured into a leather hood, the mouth piece was zipped shut but the eyes left open, allowing me some vision. She now led me back down three flights of stairs into a cellar, taking care to guide me down the many stairs, as wearing a leg spreader makes it very difficult, and Madam Dee cares deeply about her slaves safety. In the cellar I was instructed to enter The Cage, a wire net sided item of about 18" deep and 48" long, which, being unable to lay full length, forced me to fold my legs, which proved uncomfortable in the spreader. My wrists were cuffed around a pole above my head, the zip over my eyes closed and the cage door was shut, leaving me feeling very alone. After a while it seemed to get very cold down in the cellar, but Madam Dee merely smiled as she pointed out, 'You are here to be punished!'

After what seemed an age, but in reality, I was told, was only about 30 minutes, Madam released me and took me back upstairs to the dungeon, where I was strapped to the whipping bench and left for a while, to wonder upon my fate. Still hooded, I soon heard the sound of her boots on the stairs, indicating her return, and I was treated to some punishment to my bottom with, her crop, strap and cat of nine tails. With a suitably reddened bottom, I was re-secured to the bench on my back, and fitted with an inflatable gag which was pumped up to fill my mouth. Then I felt a vibrating probe being inserted into my cock, and switched on, which is a strange feeling, and hard to describe as I leave you to find out yourself!

I was finally released from my torture, and after refreshment, I was left to relax for the afternoon, still naked, cuffed, and with the spreader bar and weights still fitted. After dinner, that evening, I was led into the lounge,  and tasked to paint Madam's, now looking most becoming in a tied blouse and short skirt, toenails, followed by a foot massage and finally foot worship whilst she relaxed. The evening ended with an enjoyable glass of wine, after which Madam cuffed my hands back together and reminded me that in the morning she expected to find me still cuffed and wearing the spreader bar, with that I hobbled back up stairs to a rather uncomfortable nights sleep!

Next morning, I respectfully kissed Madam Dee's  feet as expected, before I was taken downstairs to have some breakfast, and then returned to The Cage, in the cellar, hooded and secured whilst she dressed and completed things she needed to do. After about an hour, I was once more beginning to feel cold so I was glad when Madam Dee came to release me, but my punishment did not end there. I was placed on the floor on all fours, my hands cuffed behind me, my head to the floor, ankles cuffed, and the humbler was now secured around my balls, this is a wooden device with a sort of vice that the balls are inserted into and secured. Any movement is impossible whilst wearing this instrument of torture, since it will pull on the balls'. In this position my bottom was once more reddened and for good measure this time I felt her cane which she also used on the soles of my feet. All the while Madam was dressed in a wonderful PVC outfit, black top which amply displayed her wonderful breasts which are a constant torment to a slave, and a PVC black skirt with no back, her wonderful bottom displayed for more torment. Not something to be forgotten, I can assure you!

Up in the dungeon, later, secured on the whipping bench, surgical scissors were clamped to my nipples and a weight attached. I had not experienced this before, and I found it really painful, before it was thankfully removed. However, the relief was short lived, as a ring gag was secured into my mouth, and hot candle wax poured onto my cock. Unbelievable pain at this point, but it makes Madam laugh. Finally she reaches for her strap-on, which I know is her favourite toy, and she really enjoys using it, as you will enjoy surrendering to a dominant lady like Madam. At this point Madam climbed onto the bench, facing my secured legs, and suddenly I realise what is going to happen. Just in time I take a deep breath and her wonderful perfumed bottom lowers onto my face, I can feel the PVC  boots squeezing against the side of my head, I feel I have gone to heaven, but no, I'm just nearly suffocated as her bottom  presses down to cover my head. God, what a fantastic experience!

That evening, as the previous, I am instructed to massage and worship Madams glorious feet, but then I am placed in her head cage , whilst laying flat on the floor with my bottom on a seat made of upturned bottle tops, whilst her feet crush and squeeze my cock and balls, which are periodically tugged  with the attached lead. Then, after a welcome a glass of wine, I am sent to bed with my hands cuffed to my collar. After a restless night, I wake, to greet Madam's feet, the next morning, and alas, the break is over. I dress and bid Madam farewell until the next time. Once more, I had a great time. Madam Dee is very inventive, and I am sure you will have a wonderful experience when you visit The Lancashire Dungeon!
By slave d!