His fantasy wasn’t the norm, but I loved every second and detail of our plan. Together we would conspire the greatest underground sex dungeon ever. There would be rules and slaves — all different kinds of victims. I was in charge of making the girls perfect obedient sluts. I had the power to make each one do anything. That was the plan all along. I had to dress them up and let them have hot ass sex with whoever we desired. My stepsisters were a must. My partner loved a young barely legal cunt, and that was what the dungeon would focus on overall.
The dress code was leather and lace, and it was strictly enforced. Each slut would have a wristband so it could make it easy to be identified. White, Black, and Lace, and Leather. I was the only one allowed to wear Leather. The older milfs had to wear lace bracelets, and the pure, innocent ones had to wear white. Black would be for the ones with a lot of experience under their belt. We wanted the easy ones to be singled out the most. We enjoyed that, and we were going to have a filed day with the rules. The men would all be all sorts of guys — every kind. We would have a guy with big dicks, short ones, and thick ones. The plan was a massive orgy. No one can fuck the same person more than once. Ecstacy would be taken. We all had to say yes to everything. Open minded sluts we were all going to be that. It wasn’t going to be one night in the dungeon. It was going to be a long weekend and would end up being over three days. The grand finale would consist of the man with the most significant cock hand picked out by moi. Every single girl would have to take it in each hole. We will always end it with a bang.