D for Danielle Chapter 24: The Dungeon Entrance (Patreon)

Mistress Narcissa’s dungeon was located in the subterranean level of her mansion. A stairwell descended down from an entrance off a rotunda in the back of the estate. Torches lit the walls along the stone steps spiraling down to a long corridor. The corridor led to a large set of black wooden double doors. On either side was an iron knocker set in the center of the door 1.5 meters from the floor. The knockers had the casts of the faces of hooded gimps. The gimps themselves had ball gags in their mouths. Their eyes were wide as if surprised by their fate.

The fetishized facades often caught the entrants Mistress Narcissa brought down to her domain off-guard. They stood before the doors and considered their own fate. Would it be similar to the faces they saw before them? Would they be speechless as well in her presence as she broke them of their will and remolded them -- almost as if they themselves were being recast. Shaped.

Her own gorgeous visage was disarming in a more juxtaposing way, as submissives forgot sometimes just how powerful she was. How her dark sexual energy dominated. It was all by design, of course. Conversion is best done through seduction. Bringing them down to a lower plane to show them their true purpose and place. In the darkness her dark aura lit the way.

She stood beside submissives as they took deep breaths awaiting what might come next. The doors seemed to open automatically, as if by some primal force. Mistress would then usher them in. It was this mixture of anticipation and guidance that helped instill loyalty and devotion. She was the one to elicit change and, no matter what was deemed necessary to do so, the submissives always showed gratitude after.

This act of submersion into the depths that immersed them in Mistress Narcissa’s lair always brought her pleasure. It showcased her power and control, none of which the slave would have down there, and everything in which she would have over them. She had complete dominion. Narcissa never tired of the process and always felt pure satisfaction with the results. 

Now it was time to turn another inside the realm of the dungeon chamber -- to transform them permanently. Her new charge, Daniel. 

Mistress Narcissa knew the sissy had potential to go further. Her session with him at this moment in this mortal timeline would show just how far she could take him. And that perhaps he was not a “he”, after all.

Daniel nervously followed Barclay across the lobby of the mansion, then towards the hallway that led to the rotunda, and finally to the entrance in the circular chamber that led to the subterranean level. 

Barclay ushered for Daniel to step forward. 

The walls winding down the staircase into the depths were colored in with deep red and black tones. The color shift from the more warm palette of the mansion above was purposeful. It signified the beginning of the descent to reach the precipice of submission. Daniel’s steps down were tenuous, as if the stairs might fall out from underfoot.

Daniel turned to look up to see if Barclay was behind him and saw that he was not. He was on his own in this journey. He was alone moving forward. He knew it wasn’t of his own willpower, however. She was guiding him. She was in control. The very presence of the chastity cage locking his cock and balls up was a constant reminder, but more powerful was the space she took up in his thoughts. 

He reached the bottom of the stairs and peered down the corridor to see her in the distance. Slowly he made his way towards her. He knew it was his destiny now. Turning back now and she would abandon him. He needed her.

Mistress Narcissa was waiting at the double-doors. She lovingly caressed the gagged facades and then turned to address him

“Do you submit?”

“Yes, Mistress Narcissa.”

She allowed herself a pursed smile.

“Then it begins.”

When the doors opened, and Daniel stepped past Narcissa into the dungeon, the sissy knew there was no turning back.