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When Mayuri Kurotsuchi came to you with the news you almost passed out. Not many of his subordinates had the luck to spend a night with him, let alone become his regular and even less likely be chosen. Yet you had been.
To say that you’d been looking forward to an opportunity such as this would be the understatement of the century – you’d been ravenous for it.
You spent all your awake time dreaming about the upcoming night, barely able to perform your Shinigami duties. Yet when it was time to prep for the event, you were laser focused, following Mayuri’s instructions to the letter, lest you made a mistake and sent the man flying into a fit of pique before you even got started. You bathed in his favourite scented soap, your skin scrubbed free of any dirt or sweat and, wrapped in a silky robe, set out to meet him.
And here you are now, feeling giddy, excitement fluttering in your stomach, the fear to openly admit to so many great figures of the Sereitei where your proclivities lie brushed aside – if they are also here, then theirs must be just as bad!
You run a shaky hand through your hair and take a steady breath, trying to settle your nerves before you input the code that opens the heavy metal doors of Mayuri’s Not-so-secret Sex Dungeon.
He’s already there, dressed down in a black kimono that shimmers in the pink lighting of the room. His paint is still on, it surprises you a little although perhaps it shouldn’t. Just because he takes it off when you’re together, doesn’t mean he would feel comfortable enough to stand exposed, without the comforting safety of his white and black mask, in front of others. It makes you feel strangely happy, to realise just how privileged you are to be allowed such closeness.
“Finally, I was starting to wonder if you’d lost your way.” He comments in a snarky tone as the door slides closed behind you, a sense of finality accompanying the clank of the lock.
“I'm sorry, taichou, it took me longer than expected to get ready.”
“But you aren’t. Not yet.” He clicks his tongue impatiently and beckons you to come closer.
He has made some modifications to the dungeon since the last time you were summoned there. The many padded tables, breeding benches and fuck machines that you thoroughly enjoyed have been pushed against the walls, leaving a large space in the centre empty except for a four-poster bed, clad in expensive looking silks.
You look to the far corner of the room out of habit, in it sits a large cage in which you have spent many days and nights begging and grovelling, forced to wait and watch others have all the fun you desperately crave. Today it lies vacant, what a sad state of affairs.
He is waiting sat on his leather throne like a sulky king, red ropes hanging from his dainty hand.
You shrug the robe off your shoulders, letting it drop in a heap at your feet and hold your breath under his appraising stare. No matter how many times you stand semi naked before him, wearing nothing but a revealing set of lingerie and the o-ring choker he gifted you as mark of his ownership, it never ceases to amaze you that a man like him could display such raw hunger for you. It’s subtle, nares flare slightly, pupils dilate, a twitch of an eyebrow... but it’s crystal clear to you now.
After a few seconds of deep scrutiny he nods, satisfied, so you step closer until you’re within his reach.
“These aren’t for you today.” He says, leaving the ropes on the arm of the chair and getting up. “I have something different in mind.”
He pulls a thin, golden chain out of the inner pocket of his kimono and holds it up to let it unravel. It seems to be composed of three shorter chains attached to a central ring, all of them ending in small clips.
His brings the first one to your chest to clamp it onto your left nipple. His ghostly white fingers hover over the delicate lace of your bra for a second before deftly sliding underneath, his breaths turn heavier and the anticipation of feeling his touch makes yours catch in your throat.
He does the same with the next chain, this time attaching it to your right nipple, the pressure barely there but enough to ensure they won’t fall off, and secures the third around your clit, which begins throbbing the moment his fingers come close.
“Don’t be naive.” He sneers, reading your thoughts. “ You may think these aren’t enough now, but I assure you, you will be begging me to take them off by the end of the night.” He waves a causal hand, his promise sending a chill down your spine.
He goes back to his chair and produces a black leather leash with golden buckles that he fastens to your choker and pulls you behind him as he walks towards his collection of whips and floggers hanging from a wall. “What do you think, pet?” he asks, brushing his hand over the handles.
“Hmm... What about one of those?” you nod to the side where a selection of heavier spankers and paddles hang.
“Oh, feeling brave, uh? Why not.” He chuckles, grabbing a ridding crop off its hook and swishing it in the air a few times. “Yes, this will do.”
There’s a beep and a loud bang as the doors suddenly begin to open again, this time to reveal a group of at least ten people gathered outside, chatting animatedly, as they enter, their identities hidden by the dim light, they quieten down. You can feel all eyes suddenly drawn to your naked form, random bursts of unrestrained reiatsu filling the room, your try to peer at the strangers for a clue as to who they are but just then Mayuri covers your eyes with a piece of soft material, submerging you in total darkness.
“Shivering already, pet? Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, yes?” He whispers in your ear, chuckling softly. “On your knees.”
He waits until you are before addressing the group, proudly holding your leash. “Welcome, all.” His regal voice echoes in the silence. “Please make yourselves at home, the show is about to begin.”