Emma Watson's Dungeon Delights (Celebrity Story)

One of Hollywood’s biggest secrets is that of Emma Watson’s dungeon. It’s an open secret amongst the rich and famous, with many celebrities talking in hushed whispers about what goes on inside that woman’s elaborate basement. Those that claim to have been invited in have described as a place of pure sexual delight, where the most intimate fantasies are explored, all at the hands of the gorgeous brunette. Of course, all the stories barely scratch the surface. The celebrities that have been invited into her dungeon have sworn silence on what they experienced, knowing that breaking that silence will result in them no longer being invited to share in the delights of Emma Watson’s dungeon. However, she’s known to be quite selective as to those she allows entry to, with titan beauties of the film industry being plainly denied by her. Gorgeous, beautiful women such as Scarlett Johansson, Bella Thorne, and Megan Fox were refused upon their probing of the matter. For what reason, no one knows, but that was enough to spark the rumours and stories regarding the proverbial paradise of pleasure that Emma had created.

Emma’s preferences were for the meek and shy, often plucking young bargirls and waitresses from Hollywood events and offering them the opportunity of sexual liberation and the utter divinity of pleasurable bliss. The girls that accepted were given private limousines to Emma’s estate, before being brought inside to Emma’s processing rooms. They were stripped, shaven bare and given any additional preparations that Emma deemed necessary, before being brought down to the dungeon. The underground portion of Emma’s estate was gargantuan. A winding maze of rooms, littered with ropes, chains, sex toys, slings and all manner of BDSM apparatus. The newfound acquisitions were shown around the entire dungeon, given detailed descriptions of the uses of the various devices, often being given up close demonstrations of their application on dungeon participants that Emma had restrained down there, waiting for their mistress to return. The more unnerved would often leave, being unhindered in doing so, but the braver amongst them signed over the next week of their life to the sexual domination of Mistress Watson.

With a new batch of toys now bound and naked downstairs, Emma relished the opportunity to break their sexual misconceptions, bringing them into the fold of sexual submission. Removing her own clothing, she donned her dominatrix outfit. A black leather leotard, bespoke with chains and zippers, creating a metal look for the meek unassuming woman. With salacious stockings pulled along her thighs, she plucked from its place her most prized possession: a twelve-inch-long, strapon cock. Thick black plastic, lined with delicate ridges and veins, the toy was the perfect emulation of Emma’s first ever BBC experience. She had long since parted ways with that delectable example of the male anatomy, yet she couldn’t shake her delicious obsession with that slab of thick cock. Slipping it over her hips, she tightened it in place, slipping the harness into place so that the ribbed swatch of plastic that lined the inside of the leather was pressed against her shaven clit.

Prepped and ready, she entered the room in which the fresh arrives were knelt. Completely naked, their hands were bound behind their backs, their mouths gagged with black ball gags. Admiring each of them, Emma couldn’t wait to bring them to heel. There were three in total. One was a lithe and rather toned brunette; one of the bar-staff at Emma’s previous function. The second was a ripe and juicy redhead. She was properly curvaceous with an arse that simply begged to be spanked and paddled in all manner of perverse ways. And the third and final girl, the one that Emma was most excited about. Her latest celebrity acquisition. Sophie Turner. Emma had a soft spot for the young and pliable star, feeling somewhat sorry for the rumoured sexual disappointment that her marriage had been. There was nothing that won Emma over more than a celebrity in need of a good fuck.

Turning her head, Emma walked to the only other person in the room. Smiling as she glanced at the woman, she couldn’t help but admire her handiwork. When Margot Robbie had found her way into Emma’s dungeon, Mistress Watson made sure that she was well taken care of. The blonde had her arms restrained behind her, bound together by a leather arm-binder, tightly fastened in place with a lattice of taut string, tugging her shoulders backwards. A open mouth gag had been forced in the blonde’s mouth, allowing Emma to sink a long ten inch dildo down the clutching woman’s throat. Forced onto high heels, Margot struggled to maintain her position with a vibrating wand pressed firmly against her pussy, tied in place with another length of rope. A dildo had also been thrust inside of her cunt, the toy threatening to slip out from inside her and to the floor. As per her Mistress’s orders, Margot kept her pussy clenched and tightened, holding the toy in place, even as her pussy grew slicker and slicker, the threat of the toy falling becoming more and more present. A butt-plug had been lodged into the woman’s virgin ass, with the dull ache of the toy resting inside her slowly growing more intense. Finally, a leather belt had been fastened around her waist, upon which a plethora of assorted sex toys were attached. Emma had turned Margot into her own personal toy caddy, having the woman following her amidst her dungeon, providing ease of access to whatever toys she needed. And Margot loved it. The sheen glimmering across her thighs may have been forced from her by the wand, yet it was every bit an indication of her enjoyment as anything else. The way that Emma stripped away her sense of pride and prestige, turning her into a quivering slut was utterly heavenly and she wouldn’t exchange that for the world. A fact that was made all the clearer by this being her second month in Emma’s care, and the fourth extension to her contract so far. 

Unfastening the wand from Margot’s pussy, Emma also drew the toy out of her pussy. Glistening and gleaming with the woman’s arousal, Emma strode towards the two bar-sluts she had collected. Forcing them to turn towards one another, she pulled the gags from their mouths. Pinching their lips together, she held the dildo between them, the two of them trapping it between their lips, using the pressure the other provided to hold it in place. With a smile, Emma ordered, “Lick that clean. If you let it fall to the ground, I’ll put you in public use.”

That threat meant nothing to the inexperienced girls, yet Margot knew just what it meant. Emma had such a quantity of sluts that she allowed some of them to partake in free time. She also provided sluts in need of punishment to entertain the girls who had time to kill. Mistress Watson taught her sluts well and those who made use of the free-use collection of cunts were every bit as creative as their mistress. If not more. Being subjected to Emma’s sexual ventures gave her sluts a desire to get as wild as they could. The two unassuming ladies began to clumsily work their tongues across the dildo, tasting Margot’s sweetness on the plastic, their tongues flicking back and forth where they could, salivating at the delectable taste.

Finally, Emma turned to Sophie, the girl beginning to have second thoughts about having relented complete control over her body to Emma. Grabbing Sophie by her blonde hair, Emma forced her onto her knees. Without hesitation, Emma guided the head of her fat strapon into Sophie tight pussy, unable to help herself as she let out a moan. The blonde was as tight as anything. It felt as if she had never had a cock inside her at all. Feeling somewhat bad for the girl, Emma ultimately become reinvigorated. It was now her responsibility to ensure that Sophie got herself well and truly fucked. The blonde’s eyes widened as the fat cock-head pierced her pussy. The size was incomprehensible, with each inch that sank inside of her serving to gape and spread her apart. Whimpering into her ball gag, Sophie had her head tugged further backwards, with Emma using her hair as an anchor to drive her cock forwards. Not caring about her tightness, Emma simply carved inwards, burying herself right up to the hilt as Sophie’s face grew red with exertion. Saliva rolled along her chin as pleasure and discomfort melted into a single sensation, bathing her mind in that tender sweet spot between the two.

It was still going so fast for her. Every second seemed to bring a new conflicting sensation. The gaping of her pussy gave her shivers of discomfort, yet as Emma began to fuck her, the pleasure began to overtake that discomfort. The tugging of her hair backwards was agony, yet it found itself paired with the friction of her pussy folds being drawn further apart. Her mind was being torn in two ways at once, with one part of her begging her body to submit to the pleasure, whilst the other was frantically panicking about the fact she had signed up for a week of this. But then… Then Emma began to properly use her. Throwing her head forwards, Emma sank one of her hands into Sophie’s plump rear end, groping at her silky flesh. Suddenly, she brought her hand downwards, the cracking sting of flesh against flesh sending shivers through Sophie’s body. And then… Then came the blissful intervention of the vibrator. It pressed against her folds and she immediately melted. It was intense. But that intensity was mitigated and accentuated by the sting burning and blistering through her ass cheeks. It was a sudden and almost immediate epiphany that brought Sophie quivering into Emma’s control. The blend and contrast of pain and pleasure caused her pussy to drip, her eyes to roll, and the deepest most satisfying moans to pour from her gagged lips. The blonde lasted all of four minutes, before it brought her to orgasm, her pussy spasming and clenching around Emma’s strapon. Being tossed to the floor like a discarded fuck-rag, Sophie watched as Emma moved on, the blonde unable to smile due to the gag in her mouth, yet completely and utterly enthralled, with a small thought beginning to rise in her mind: she hoped that when it came to sign an extension, she had been senselessly fucked to the extent of being unable to hold a pen. Emma seemed to promise to do just that.

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