By now, the Dungeon Mistress was used to escorting her kingdom’s princess to the dungeon in chains. Princess Elyn insisted that the Mistress drag her down like she was any other prisoner. The Mistress did as she was told, though she was much gentler with the princess than any hardened, dangerous criminals she would drag down to the dungeon depths. Of course, under Elyn’s watch, Sixellia didn’t have many of those. So Elyn was just about the only person the Dungeon Mistress got to imprison at all.

Elyn’s dungeon mistress was a lean, athletic woman with well toned muscles, wearing revealing leather armour and keeping her shining, raven hair draped over her bare shoulders. Her attire, dark hair and pale eyes were all factors for Elyn to choose this woman, named Kyrina, as the head of her castle’s dungeon.

Though she was in a committed relationship, both Elyn and her girlfriend Aurora agreed that they could play their bondage games with whoever they desired. And Elyn adored Kyrina and never tired of letting the woman treat her as a prisoner in need of restraint.

Elyn, tall, in shape, lithe and with perfect ivory skin, watched her Dungeon Mistress from behind her soft red eyes, partly obscured by the long bangs of her short, thick orange hair. Acting as a prisoner, Elyn chose to look the part, wearing a short cloth tunic that barely covered her black, cotton panties and rested very high up on her thighs. Underneath, she wore a dark cloth bra as well and the neckline of her tunic plunged downward, revealing quite a bit of her ample chest.

With only a belt of cord tied about her waist to help the garment fit her, Elyn’s outfit was completed by a pair of leather sandals with many straps running up to her ankles. Of course, those ankle straps holding on her sandals were accompanied by heavy shackles, giving her less than two feet of thick chain to shorten her stride. And her restraints didn’t end there.

This time, Elyn instructed Kyrina to treat her as a more violent prisoner, though the Dungeon Mistress was still fairly gentle with the Sixellian Princess. More heavy shackles locked her wrists behind her back tightly, the steel contraption shaped like a number ‘8’ and holding her wrists only centimetres apart. Adding to this was another set of heavy shackles, with a short chain locking her elbows together, each shackle locked onto her well formed biceps.

Her hands were locked into round, steel mittens, lined with leather, forcing her hands into fists and making them useless for picking locks or doing much of anything. It rendered her even more helpless and gave her butterflies in her stomach.

A length of chain was then wrapped around Elyn’s arms and torso, framing her chest, and keeping her arms pinned to her back, the heavy lock jangling around on her chest, weighing her down.

Topping it all off, Elyn was silenced by a sturdy, steel muzzle, padded with leather and cloth on the inside to fit tightly to her mouth and provide a degree of both cushioning and noise dampening. A thick, round piece of leather had been stuffed with cloth and sewn shut right on the muzzle, which covered the entire lower half of her face from the nose down to her chin. With the stuffed piece of leather firmly in her mouth, she could barely make a sound. The muzzle closed around her head, locked tightly in the back, heavy strips of steel wrapping around her forehead, either side of her nose, and under her chin to press her jaw shut.

The extreme gag felt almost like a tight helmet or face mask, Elyn’s expert smith having crafted it specifically for her for just these occasions. Kyrina had similar gags to use on violent prisoners but none custom made like this one.

Leading her prisoner down into the dungeon, the two of them climbed down the final steps and Kyrina walked Elyn and her rattling chains to a small, barred cell just underneath the stairs. Inside, a thin but sturdy metal pole stood from floor to ceiling. Kyrina dragged her prisoner over to it and unlocked Elyn’s shackles and arm chains for the time being.

Still playing her role, Elyn attempted to pull away and fight off Kyrina but she couldn’t break the Dungeon Mistress’ strong grasp. Though Elyn was surprisingly strong herself, Kyrina was an expert grappler and hand-to-hand fighter, something Elyn was not. Elyn could fight very well but Kyrina had just a little bit more strength and kept Elyn contained, clapping her wrists in shackles around the pole, doing the same to her biceps again and replacing the chains around her arms, framing her chest, pinning Elyn solidly to the pole.

With her hands still trapped in the steel mittens as well, Elyn could do nothing but squirm and struggle, growling into the muzzle that kept her silent. Kyrina topped it all off by locking on a smooth, steel collar around Elyn’s neck. On the pole behind Elyn, a metal ring jutted outward and aligned perfectly with a ring in the back of the collar. She locked the two rings together with another heavy, iron lock to keep Elyn’s head in place.

“Mmmpph!” Elyn said when Kyrina finished, stepping back to admire her handiwork.

“Be silent,” Kyrina said. “And sit still. Else you will be punished.”

Elyn loved the sound of that, struggling wildly and screaming into her gag, utterly muffled.

“Gmmt thmmf chmmf mmf mmph mmm!” She muttered, unable to form any words through the tight muzzle.

“Silence, prisoner!” Kyrina commanded. “I will not warn you again!”

“MMMMPPPHHH!!”

Kyrina held a riding crop on her belt and pulled it loose when Elyn growled, grunted, and screamed into her gag. She knew the princess enjoyed this treatment but never put the full force behind hitting her with the whip. She was Sixellia’s princess, after all, and she had no desire to hurt her.

“Seems you will not listen,” Kyrina said, slapping the whip against the palm of her open hand. Before she began, however, she plucked something else from her belt: a thick leather hood.

The hood slipped on snugly over Elyn’s head, cinching around her neck and both making her blind to the world and giving her slight difficulty breathing. This made her struggles more violent at first but rapidly made her slow down to catch her breath, Elyn now beginning to sweat profusely. And she was loving every second.

“MMMMMMRRPPHH!! RRRGGGHHMMMMM!!! MMMMMPPPHH!!”

“Face my wrath then, prisoner!”

Kyrina began, slapping the whip firmly against Elyn’s backside. Elyn jumped and squealed a bit, momentarily breaking character as she let out a soft groan... before resuming her muted struggles and grunting and growling into her gag.

Kyrina whipped her again, higher up on her back this time. Elyn flinched and shimmied in place, practically shivering... and her play-acting just about stopped right there. She couldn’t contain her excitement anymore as Kyrina slapped her with the crop again and again, ensuring not to hit the princess to hard, until she was satisfied that Elyn would stop struggling.

Removing the hood, Kyrina met Elyn’s smiling eyes, eyeing her hair, now messy and matted from sweat and heat. Elyn remained perfectly still in her chains while Kyrina replaced both items on her belt.

“Now will you behave, prisoner?”

Elyn took a few moments to catch her breath, inhaling and exhaling hard through her nose. Finally, she simply nodded weakly and grunted her affirmation.

“Good. And remember... there are more things I can do if you misbehave. Be a good prisoner and behave throughout your sentence and no more punishments shall befall you. Understand?”

Elyn nodded again.

“Very good. Remain there and I had better not hear a sound from you. Not a peep from your mouth, not a rattled chain or lock, nothing. I hear one single sound...” Kyrina held up the hood and riding crop in both hands. “You get these again. Do you want that?”

Without thinking, Elyn simply nodded again, moaning into her gag as she thought of the stifling hood, the satisfying crack of the whip, and her helpless struggles...

Kyrina smiled. “You... do? Very well then. I shall oblige!”

Elyn squealed again, half in excitement and half in mock fear as the hood was pulled tight over her head again, she was plunged into darkness, and Kyrina began whipping her all over again. Her excitement soared and she shivered every time the whip contacted her body.

This time, Kyrina stepped back and did not remove the hood.

“Since you seem to want your punishment, the hood stays on. And I will be back. But you won’t know when. I’ll be quiet as a mouse and when I return... the whip again. And more. Until you learn to behave, prisoner.”

Elyn heard nothing else then but her own pounding heart, heavy breathing, and the door to her cell slamming shut and being locked in place. Completely helpless, blind, chained, gagged, and now awaiting further punishment with bated breath... Elyn could not have imagined a better day.