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Mad Lews

04-22-2005, 02:55 AM

Thank god it's Friday.
It's always a rush to get out of the parking lot on the last day of the workweek. You sit in your car waiting for the traffic jam at the exit to thin out a bit as you soak up the warm spring sunshine. Your shorts have ridden up between your legs, pressing into you and you tug them down.
He's forbidden you panties this week so you've worn skirts until today. Today your short shorts drove the guys at work nuts. Not that you're a tease, well, not really. Still whenever you'd turned around today there was a line of guys trying oh so hard to look like they weren't following you. Whenever you'd bent over, well you could see every one of them, stiff, flushed, and panting.
Your left hand has drifted down between your legs,a finger presses into the seam of the shorts and you shudder.
The parking lot's empty now, you really should be heading home. He'll be home soon and you shouldn't keep him waiting.
Your eyes are nearly closed as you tilt your head back against the headrest. Your mouth is open a bit, and the tip of your tongue traces a moist line along your upper lip.
There had been a whole line of them, at least a dozen, maybe more, nearly tripping over each other. Each and every one of them long, hard and aching for you,... wanting you,... needing you. Yesterday they had to consult with you on Monday's presentation, today they could see only one use for you.
Your right hand loosens the button of your shorts. The zipper's pushed open as your hand reaches inside, you rock your hips as the shorts are forced slowly down toward your knees.
It was his own damn fault. Stupid arbitrary rules about what you can and can't wear, You're an adult for gods sake. You were lucky the men hadn't decided to just push you face down over your desk, pull down your shorts and plunge into you one right after the other. All the men in the place, a line of them going out the office door and down the hallway.
That would have been his fault too, sending you to work dressed like this without any panties.
Two fingers of your right hand are deep inside you now rapidly plunging, in and out as your palm brushes against your hairless mound and the stiffening nub of needy flesh, wanting more. You moan aloud, your breath coming in short gasps. You're almost there.

There's a tapping on the car window and your eyes fly open. A nightstick rapping against the glass. He's tall, bending over to see in the window, a military style crew cut, mirrored sunglasses, a badge.
The officer's grinning broadly as he asks " Do you need any help there mam." Behind those mirrored shades he must be staring at your naked lap and the shorts bunched up around your knees. Your face changes from a flushed pink to nearly purple as you sink down in the seat. Your hips slide along the damp vinyl seat slick with your sweat and more.
You start the car without a word, pull half way across the parking lot before you stop to pull your shorts back up. You look in the rear view mirror, He's still bent over laughing.
You take a deep breath and head for home.

Mad Lews

04-22-2005, 02:59 AM

<---still waiting......lol

~~nibbles~~
Well give me a couple minutes, I'm typing with both fingers :)
Mad

erotic_nibbles

04-22-2005, 03:00 AM

Well give me a couple minutes, I'm typing with both fingers :)
Mad
lmao.....sowwy....I just couldn't help myself with that one :)

<---scampers off to read the long "short" post you also just put up

~~nibbles~~

erotic_nibbles

04-22-2005, 03:06 AM

Oh my!......what a "short"!.....OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOooooooooooooooooo

<----fanning her face rapidly with both hands

Gonna have to get Hunter to read that one and find out if he still has a nightstick from his patrol days and then go find us a dark parking lot! .....I'm not going to be driving away from him though :D

~~naughty nibbles~~

orchidsoul

04-22-2005, 01:20 PM

Very sexy Mad Lewis! Love the idea of the thread and I'll try to contribute soon. As with all your delicious thoughts, my mind is wandering already ;)

Chuckdom19

04-22-2005, 05:15 PM

He hoped she was satisfied. The bet she had demanded he make with her had been a silly one, and she, somehow, had won. And he felt stupid.
They'd been at the restaurant, having dinner. She was giggly after a couple drinks, she'd never been able to handle liquor. It didn't take much to pickle her 105 pounds, while his 220 took lots more. He was unsurprised when she started betting him ridiculous things. Which was fuller, salt or pepper? Which would be set down first, his dinner or hers? Whose steak would be closer to the picture? On, and on, and on. The only thing which would sober her would be a nap.
The final bet was outrageous. She bet that without complaining she could get the meal free. What would they bet? She promised if he won, she'd give him a blowjob.... something which with her were few and far between. And if she won? Well, she didn't want to tell him, but it wouldn't be illegal, immoral, or painful. What the hell? He knew she wouldn't win, and he wanted the blowjob.
Long and short of it, she won, never mind now. And he had just finished walking the length of the regional mall wearing only her bikini.

Chuckdom19

04-22-2005, 05:17 PM

how hard it was to fight off the temptation of "It was a dark and stormy night."

Respects to Snoopy..

Mad Lews

04-22-2005, 06:26 PM

how hard it was to fight off the temptation of "It was a dark and stormy night."

Respects to Snoopy..

It was a dark and stormy night as she pulled up to the mall entrance. He slipped out of the car clad only in size 14 bikini bottoms.( her's wouldn't fit him, these ones didn't really either). He had barely made it through the door when a flash of lightning split the night. Lights flickered and died as he ran the length of the mall in the gathering gloom.
:exit:
Yes Chuck there is a god and she protects us all.

thanks for playing
Mad Lews

orchidsoul

04-23-2005, 07:41 PM

Good story Sir Chuck! Loved the ending.

"Dream Weaver"

I awoke before dawn tonight, enveloped by your body.
Resting on my side, curled against you, our faces only
inches apart and your arms holding me close. I love to
watch you sleep. The serenity and comfort you exude,
your body wrapping mine, keeping us safe. I
couldn't bear to wake you, but my love and desire for
you suddenly overwhelmed me. Apparently, you were also
having pleasant thoughts since a certain something was
poking towards me. My urge to satisfy you, to become your
dream, overtook. I slid out from your grasp creating
only a brief stir. Slowly I crept beneath the sheets
to your midsection and wondered what you were dreaming of
to keep yourself so excited. Deeply I began exhaling to
surround your cock with my hot breath, hopefully
enhancing your dreams. You sighed, but apparently were
still sleeping like a baby. I was staving off the
urge to just fill myself with you as that surely would
wake you. I continue breathing around you, keeping
you excited, and began to softly trace my finger up
your shaft. My mouth could hardly keep away anymore
and I followed my trace with the tenderness of my
tongue. Slowly swirling all the way to the tip,
making special note to circle along the underneath
ridge just like you love. You were still just dreaming, but a little
wetness escaped it's way out in all of your excitement. I
lapped it up like your good girl always does and took
you ever so gently into my lips. My tongue, tasting
you, swirling down around as I took you deeper into my
mouth. You were beginning to move a little more, but
the faint sound of a snore was still audible. I was
becoming your dream and you were acting it out in your
sleep. My mouth continued consuming you deeper and
deeper while tracing my fingers ever so gently down
below. I could feel you began to twitch slightly,
signaling you would be coming soon. As I
continued teasing and sucking you, your twitches became
a pulsing. Increasing my speed and movements suddenly
caused you to release. A quiet, gentle and gradual release for my mouth to keep milking. You were sighing during your climax but fast asleep.
I licked the remainder off of you and crawled back up
under the blanket of your arms, wondering if you would
remember your dream in the morning.*

Chuckdom19

04-23-2005, 11:12 PM

A sweet and loving story, OS. Reminds me of something years ago when Lady Dee decided to 'wake me the best way' and it worked right into a waking dream.

The best part was months later, returning the favor....

chksng

"Dream Weaver"

I awoke before dawn tonight, enveloped by your body.
Resting on my side, curled against you, our faces only
inches apart and your arms holding me close. I love to
watch you sleep. The serenity and comfort you exude,
your body wrapping mine, keeping us safe. I
couldn't bear to wake you, but my love and desire for
you suddenly overwhelmed me. Apparently, you were also
having pleasant thoughts since a certain something was
poking towards me. My urge to satisfy you, to become your
dream, overtook. I slid out from your grasp creating
only a brief stir. Slowly I crept beneath the sheets
to your midsection and wondered what you were dreaming of
to keep yourself so excited. Deeply I began exhaling to
surround your cock with my hot breath, hopefully
enhancing your dreams. You sighed, but apparently were
still sleeping like a baby. I was staving off the
urge to just fill myself with you as that surely would
wake you. I continue breathing around you, keeping
you excited, and began to softly trace my finger up
your shaft. My mouth could hardly keep away anymore
and I followed my trace with the tenderness of my
tongue. Slowly swirling all the way to the tip,
making special note to circle along the underneath
ridge just like you love. You were still just dreaming, but a little
wetness escaped it's way out in all of your excitement. I
lapped it up like your good girl always does and took
you ever so gently into my lips. My tongue, tasting
you, swirling down around as I took you deeper into my
mouth. You were beginning to move a little more, but
the faint sound of a snore was still audible. I was
becoming your dream and you were acting it out in your
sleep. My mouth continued consuming you deeper and
deeper while tracing my fingers ever so gently down
below. I could feel you began to twitch slightly,
signaling you would be coming soon. As I
continued teasing and sucking you, your twitches became
a pulsing. Increasing my speed and movements suddenly
caused you to release. A quiet, gentle and gradual release for my mouth to keep milking. You were sighing during your climax but fast asleep.
I licked the remainder off of you and crawled back up
under the blanket of your arms, wondering if you would
remember your dream in the morning.*

Mad Lews

04-24-2005, 04:19 AM

Alex Bragi

04-24-2005, 07:58 AM

"Now who's been a good boy for his Mistress ... mmm?" Alex cooed and leaned down to pat the top of Lews’s head.

Naked but for a thick leather collar fastened around his neck, he remained squatted on the floor. His cock and balls hung freely and bounced about as he jumped up and pawed at her skirt. Impatiently, she pushed him down, she had just come home from work and hadn't had time to change out of her expensive woollen suit.

"Stay," she told him, wagging a finger at him.

Lews sat back on his haunches and began whimpering as he watched her walking off into the bedroom. Why did Lews have to stay? Because Alex had to told him to stay. Good little slut puppies always do as their Mistresses tell them. A few minutes later she returned wearing a comfortable house coat—tied at the waist and falling open to give him a glimpse of her pale white skin. Lews barked. Barked? Yes, Lews loved to see his mistress’s lovely bare breasts. Don't all dogs bark when they are happy?

Alex stared affectionately down at him, as he began pawing at her legs again, his semi -hard now brushed against her shins.

Could she really ask for a better pet? He was obedient, house trained too, and a damned good fuck too! Leaning down, she held balls in her hand for a moment and gave them a gentle shake. Lews panted happily. He enjoyed that! It made his cock feel good.

"Fetch," Alex commanded, pointing to newspaper on the table. Lews bounded off on all fours, and soon returned with it clamped in his mouth. She leaned down to take it from him, but Lews was in a playful mood and refused to release it. Alex gripped it firmly and shook it from his mouth.

"Stupid damned mut!" she muttered under her breath, as she sat down and began looking over the day's news. Of course she wasn’t really angry with him. Alex was actually rather fond of Lews, even when he was a little bit naughty.

For several minutes Lews sat obediently watching his mistress, before trying to gain her attention again. He began by rubbing his nose up against her smooth leg. Alex knew what her little puppy wanted. She grinned and spread her knees, allowing her house-coat to drop open to expose her smooth white pussy and sweet wet folds.

"Is this what my little Lews is looking for?"

Immediately, Lews began panting, his tongue dropped down over his chin, and he lunged forward between her knees, lapping hungry at the sweet wet treat.

"Bad dog!" she scolded, slapping his ass with the paper. Lews cowered back and lowered himself onto he floor infront of her.

Alex sighed heavily. "Now, beg. There's a good boy."

Gingerly, Lews raised himself up of the floor, then lifting his hands to his chest and resting back on his hauches, he began whimpering then barking.

Training Lews was not an easy task. It, however, always pleased Alex immensely to see one so eager to please.

Of course, Lews hadn't always been a slut puppy. Oh, no…

;)

Mad Lews

04-24-2005, 09:56 AM

"Now who's been a good boy for his Mistress ... mmm?" Alex cooed and leaned down to pat the top of Lews’s head.

Gee Alex I didn't realize you cared. :confused:

Naked but for a thick leather collar fastened around his neck, he remained squatted on the floor. His cock and balls hung freely and bounced about as he jumped up and pawed at her skirt.

Uhm you're a braver person than I Gunga Din. :yuck:

"Stay," she told him, wagging a finger at him.
Could she really ask for a better pet? and a damned good fuck too!

You've been talking to Miss Sally? Well you should know she exagerates a bit.

Seriously Alex, ( What me serious?) I may have asked for that one but turn about is fair play.

Not that I'm all that fair.... :devious:

Think I'll give you a sex change and show you just how tough it is to be a real Master.

No I'm suposed to be doing some serious writing.

well just you wait like I told Chuck there is a god and he'll set things aright.

Cheerio

The slobbering panting :Tasty:
Mad Lews

orchidsoul

04-24-2005, 01:36 PM

Glad to hear it arose fond memories and thoughts :) Thanks.

Oh Alex, what a delicious story!! Brings out my not-so-sweet side :-[ :D

like I told Chuck there is a god and he'll set things aright.

Actually dear... you had it right the first time ;)

Yes Chuck there is a god and she protects us all.

Mad Lews

04-24-2005, 01:57 PM

Actually dear... you had it right the first time ;)

You don't think it's both? let's have some room for diversity in our deities. :)

his Madness

orchidsoul

04-24-2005, 07:28 PM

Always room for diversity in deities. I was just playing.
Now I'm contemplating where my thoughts actually lie though... thanks :confused:

:)

Mad Lews

04-25-2005, 02:06 AM

Always room for diversity in deities. I was just playing.
Now I'm contemplating where my thoughts actually lie though... thanks :confused:

:)

Not to degenerate into a philosophical discussion but if there is a god/goddess who actually takes a passing interest in our travails I would suspect he/she/they/it would not be bound or constrained by our definitions. :dunno:

But then again I'm just an old dog stuck on learning new tricks. :D

Confusion might well be the more reverent attitude. :confused:

Now can we get back to the sex?

His Madness

Mad Lews

04-26-2005, 05:08 PM

Well nothing like the combination of theology and philosophy to slay a good thread,
Note to self don't do that again.

Ok well let's move on now.

Well it's not my fault, she started it.

No you started it just read the thread and stop talking to me your scaring away the readers.

Well did that boost my BB quotient orchidsoull?

We seem to do alright getting people to write shorts but as I originally concieved this thread the other half of the equasion was a few suggestions from the peanut gallery.

Having animals on the brain imagine watching 60 minutes and at the very end good old Andy Rooney comes on and starts in with that whiney voice of his.
" Did you ever wonder why they call it a pussy?" :dunno:
actually Andy I never had but maybe one of the fine folks out there could offer an explination ( in under a thousand words)

Mad,

the sane one

sort of

orchidsoul

04-26-2005, 05:36 PM

Please don't go sane on me his Madness!!!
I like you Mad ;)

I can't scare that easily sweets.... especially over thought provoking questions. I've just been trying to think of a story to contribute. I'll ponder the pussy... so to say :)

But then again I'm just an old dog stuck on learning new tricks. :D

Alex sure did a good job of teaching you a few :whip: :)

Mad Lews

04-26-2005, 06:35 PM

Alex sure did a good job of teaching you a few :whip: :)

Alex and puppy Lews are working through their issues even as we speak. The bookmakers are offering 3 to 1 odds in favor of Alex as she is swift, nimble and holds the rolled newspaper.

However old Lews is big, nasty, and very tenacious so consult your local bookies for updates

The relatively Mad Lews

Chuckdom19

04-26-2005, 07:07 PM

Alex and puppy Lews are working through their issues even as we speak. The bookmakers are offering 3 to 1 odds in favor of Alex as she is swift, nimble and holds the rolled newspaper.

However old Lews is big, nasty, and very tenacious so consult your local bookies for updates

The relatively Mad Lews

Remember, Middle-Not-Quite-Yet-Old-Age experience and treachery beats youth and enthusiasm every time.

$20 Confederate... er... Canadian Commonwealth on Mad Lews to Place.
(Hmm. 2 in the contest.... Place means first or second. Right! Can't lose.)

Chuck

Mad Lews

04-27-2005, 12:58 AM

Remember, Middle-Not-Quite-Yet-Old-Age experience and treachery beats youth and enthusiasm every time.

Chuck

Old swordsman get to be that way by being very good?

Mad

Chuckdom19

04-27-2005, 09:39 AM

Old swordsman get to be that way by being very good?

Mad

He who fights and runs away lives to fight another day.

Chuck

Mad Lews

05-02-2005, 09:12 PM

Two pairs of hands guide me forward, and I mount the stairs leading to the stage. The blindfold is still in place but I know what lies ahead, it was already set up when we arrived, the eight-foot high tripod commands the center of the stage. The hands stop me and unhook the cape that covers me from neck to thigh. It carelessly drops to the floor. My breath becomes shorter, faster.

They applaud though they have seen me naked before. They saw me transformed as I knelt naked at your feet. Now, nearly naked in just a garter belt, stockings, and my ever so sensible Cuban heels, I am on display for them. They applaud in appreciation.

This is more than a private transformation for my lover; this is panic filled breathing as strangers drink in my nudity. Their eyes claim me. I feel a trembling dread as I become theirs for this moment, prey to their whims. The applause slowly fades. They are ready. I'm not sure I'm ready but I vow I won't embarrass you.

The two pairs of unseen hands turn me away from the impatient crowd and I feel the heat of spotlights on my back. They walk me forward until my feet nudge the metal crosspiece that braces the long legs of the tripod, The rod is about three inches off the ground which allows me to slip my feet underneath it, two points of support, a hard piece of reality. It's comforting.

My thoughts are coming in quick gasps now, rapid and scattered like my breath. All too soon these flickering thoughts will be forcefully driven away and I will only feel. Now I can feel a sheen of sweat forming along my back even as I shiver. The fur-lined cuffs that have held my hands bound behind my back are uncoupled, but only to bring my hands forward. The two men separate. The one in front of me gathers up my hands pulling me forward as he raises my arms toward the chain that dangles from the peak of the tripod. I'm forced forward: my balance shifting, breasts swaying and my upper body tips downward only to be pulled up short by the length of chain. The other man steps behind me, his hands grasp my naked hips, but his only interest is to steady me, to keep me from falling forward.

It is disconcerting to have these two men handle my body with such indifference. A woman should be lusted after when she is naked and helpless in the hands of men. If their Mistress gave them the slightest signal they would both instantly ravage me, pummeling my depths with enthusiasm while my helpless body is buffeted between them. They would do this to me, not for their own pleasure and certainly not for mine, but only for the enjoyment their Mistress might derive from my plight. I shudder. It is not something that I really need to fear. You would never allow it. I'm not sure if my shudder is actually for the ephemeral desire, or the guilt for the cravings that pass through me.

I envy these two men that bind me. I envy them the discipline they possess and the discipline they endured to gain it. I smile inwardly knowing that I envy two slaves as only another slave might. My wrists are secured and the men move away.

The chain is attached running up along the front of each cuff. I grasp the cold links pulling them hard against my palms. The chain supports my upper body's weight. It becomes another bit of cold reality. This too is comforting. I adjust my footing keenly aware that my torso and hips rock seductively as I sway.

There will be forty lashes; I've handled that before. The club has its rules. Only my shoulders and bottom will be struck. I wish it were happening already. Why do you make me wait?

Chairs scrape against the hard wood floor, more people gather to watch me perform, someone coughs. They wait impatiently too. Are they eager to hear my anguished shrieks as the flogging makes me writhe in agony? Undoubtedly. Will you want to wring those screams from me as I twist and turn under your lash? Dark panic and thick sickening fear engulf me as I realize I don't know.

I will not, I can not, fail you.

A recollection of my lovers' words "You will follow my lead. It is up to me to show them your beauty." Relief, a weight is lifted with the memory. A flicker of a smile crosses my face with this newfound certainty. No need to worry. You will lead me. It is another present you've given me, like my safe word. A precious gift that you bestowed for me to cherish but I know I will never need to use it. I hope you chooses the crop, it will hurt a little more than the nine-tailed cat but the crop is much more accurate and precise, a far easier lead to follow.

The crowd is making restless noises, I strain to hear your approach but I can only hear my own ragged breathing and the wild beating of my heart. A hand, your hand, reaches over and brushes against my swaying side. I gasp joyfully. You are beside me now, so close I can feel your body's heat. Your hand brushes along my back and over the curve of my squirming bottom. Unbidden, moisture seeps between my lower lips and my body quivers at your touch. Surely you can smell my desire as you bend closer. I feel the flat leather straps casually caress my thigh. Your free hand is beneath me now running along my quaking belly, smoothing, petting, and preparing as it descends.
It is too much; I want you, no need you, to begin. My heart thumps louder and I can barely hear your whisper before you step back.

" Shall we dance?"

© 2005 Mad Lews

Well it's actually ripped out of a story I'm working on but no one else was posting here so why not?
Mad

Chuckdom19

05-02-2005, 11:23 PM

Mad,
Excellent short-short. Builds to the peak of emotion, and leaves you wanting more.
Anxious to see the whole story!
Like the new avatar, too. Looks like the way I picture you in my mind.
Chuck

Chuckdom19

05-03-2005, 12:10 AM

Too Much, Too Soon

Dian had yet another drink paid for. That was why she came to bars; not for the drinks, but for the control her beauty gave her over men. And she knew well of the effect, as she had developed it over many years.
The child of a strict religious upbringing, Dian had walked away from her family and faith at 18. She had been Class President, Head Cheerleader, Valadictorian, and Team Mascot. She had also been voted by her female peers as the "Girl Most Likely To", but by her male classmates as "Class Tease". Although she acted and dressed the part of most likely to, she never had.
That changed, of course, when she struck out on her own. Her six-foot frame carried a mane of red hair which shifted on the breezes down to her waist. Her vivid green eyes looked with disdain at the men appreciating her 42C-25-38 figure, especially when she wore the leather outfits she preferred. They attracted men; men who thought they could control her.
She was 25 now, and nobody had ever controlled her. She invited them to her home, tripped them and slid on the cuffs and gag. Teasing them with her body, pulling the zippers down just so far, she would display her deep cleavage and a whisp of red curls while she spanked them and cropped them, promising the moon, but never delivering. Then, when the victims were hard-cocked and begging, she would film them masturbating in front of her, laughing all the time. Concerned about the videos, the men would never return.
Dian would venture out again the next night, to once again get her jollies teasing the men. But tonight she made a mistake, for she had played the game once too often. She walked into the bar, and it fell silent. Preening herself, thinking she was in the spotlight of a room full of anxious men, she inched the zipper down yet again, ready to engage in her personal diversion once more.
The bartender flipped on all the cleaning lights, and began to close the shades. Near the door, the lock was flipped and two men stood to block it. All the other exits, even to the toilets, were blocked as well.
Her victim from the night before, a broad-shouldered blonde giant with a beard who she had said looked like a goat stood in mid-room, facing her. Other men gathered, and she realized with a start that all had been her victims in the past.
"Hello, Dian," he said softly. "Tonight it will be the men who direct the game, not the tease. We're ready to make you finally pay up on all the promises you've made with your words, and with your body. Now strip!"
Odd, she thought. The "Now Strip!" had been echoed in unison by the rest of the men, just the way she said it to her victims. Not that they would see her, of course, tonight or ever. Nobody ever did. She turned and tried to leave, but the two men at the door grabbed her by the upper arms and made her turn around. Another, one she had especially humiliated because he was sunken chested, weak chinned, and had a tiny cock, reached up and pulled her jacket zipper to the waist. She tried to kick him away, but he had expected that and danced out of range of her feet.
A dozen or more grabbed her by the leathers and tore them from her. Her underclothes were torn away and she was taken over to a table where several ties had been used to make bonds for Dian. Bound quickly on her back, her arms were bound straight out, while her legs were tied so her heels were against her bottom cheeks, then spread widely. All the intimate secrets she'd hidden since menarche were displayed for all the lusting, angry men she had victimized.
The little man who had unzipped her was given first crack at her, and he was shocked to find his cock red with virgin blood. He was followed by all the men in the place, raping one hole or the other until they were played out.
By this time, Dian was deep in shock. She'd never experienced intercourse before, and certainly not anal! Hoping that it was over, she held still as the men lifted her from the table. But no, they retied her hands and hung her from the hook they used for the punching bag or tackling dummies that decorated the place for sporting events.
Two men approached her; one with a heavy whip, one with a stiff cane. They began to beat her with it, continuing until their arms were tired, and turning the weapons over to another pair who kept on, and so forth. Repeatedly asked if she surrendered to them, she said, "Where are the real men who want to hurt me? You weaklings just tickle!" Her attitude stayed with her to the last, eventually she could answer no longer, as the damage from the rapes and beatings had killed her.
Dian's soul, of course, spent no time waiting for St. Peter: her lifetime of cruelty had long ago condemned her to become a minion of Hell, suffering all the torments of the damned.
The Imps and Demons enjoyed their work with her, as she had brought her attitude along and sassed them without stop. Finally, the Chief Tormentor was called to make this soul suffer, and he presented her with the worst he could imagine (far too evil and horriffic to describe, gentle reader; you must use your imagination).
The deeds were done, and yet she resisted. Satan was summoned himself.
King of Liars, Eater of Souls, he approached her soul in all his fearful glory. Even the Chief Tormentor fell back, awed by his terrible visage.
"How do you resist the surrender you must make here?" he asked.
Her response? "Where's the real torment? This just tickles!"

Copyright 2005 chksng19

Mad Lews

05-03-2005, 09:53 AM

Too Much, Too Soon

The deeds were done, and yet she resisted. Satan was summoned himself.
King of Liars, Eater of Souls, he approached her soul in all his fearful glory. Even the Chief Tormentor fell back, awed by his terrible visage.
"How do you resist the surrender you must make here?" he asked.
Her response? "Where's the real torment? This just tickles!"

Copyright 2005 chksng19

Nice story, no I guess nice is the wrong word...Good, nope well I'd have to say we're witnessing the dark side of Chucky :) Who would of thunk it?
Mad

Mad Lews

05-03-2005, 09:59 AM

Mad,
Excellent short-short. Builds to the peak of emotion, and leaves you wanting more.
Anxious to see the whole story!
Like the new avatar, too. Looks like the way I picture you in my mind.
Chuck
Well Chuck when I write like that, female 1st person present tense I tend to slip up on the tense occasionally. Something deeply Freudian there I suppose, so I suspect a cheap editor might get to see it first.
Volunteers? :D
Mad Lews

Ruby

05-04-2005, 03:11 AM

Mad Lews

05-04-2005, 03:15 PM

Great stories, sirs.

Mad Lews - you did fine writing as a female. Very fine. The pacing was excellent, the tension just right, the tease...oh, you naughty boy. I am so ready for that dance!

Chuck - whoa - what a surprise. Not about your darkside, but in this tale of temptress who I thought would break and fall, but surprised me all the way through. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but I'm not sure that you could get much colder than this be-itch.

Encore, Encore!
Well shucks Ma'am
I thank thee for your kind words but perhaps we might persuade you to add a short tale of your own when time permits Ruby.
Not that we are greedy or anything...
again thanks for the high praise
Mad

Ruby

05-05-2005, 10:28 PM

Mad Lews - Since you asked so nicely. :-)

Readers of Blood and Betrayal: Taking an Amazon will remember that Danielle spoke of a shadow master in her past. This excerpt is from the series that tells her story and isn't ready for publication. Enjoy!

Danielle's Shadow Master

“Pet!”

Her master’s voice boomed across the small cottage. Danielle trembled with fear. She couldn’t hide from his anger. It reached out for her, surrounding her and she gasped for breath.

“Come to me!”

Danielle crawled out from behind the kitchen table. She was hungry and he had forgotten to feed her again. She’d almost made it to the kitchen, where her bowl of water and food were on the floor. Almost wasn’t close enough and he wasn’t asleep like she thought. She didn’t ask for permission and he would find that an excuse to punish her. Not that he needed an excuse.

Her stomach growled and he laughed in understanding. The laugh was ugly, hurtful. In the last few weeks, she had come to hate the laugh of her shadow master. Wearily, she crawled across the wooden floor. It was difficult, because her wrists were bound with a thick leather strip and she had little space between them. Walking was forbidden and another punishable offense.

“Faster, Pet. You will beg for your dinner.”

Danielle caught a quick glimpse of herself in the full length mirror and almost spoke aloud. That would not have been a good thing. She was frequently beaten for speaking, because her master didn’t like the sound of her voice. How she looked astonished her. The bruises and welts on her naked body weren’t much of a surprise, but the unhealed bite marks on her neck, back and shoulders made her shudder. He was drinking from her, yet he had stopped healing her as a further punishment and reminder that she would never be good enough for him.

By the time she made it to the bed, he was standing. His naked body was hard and thick with his lust. Her shadow master always wanted her and his cock could be as punishing as any other weapon. His body was strong, muscular, a warrior’s body shaped to perfection.

Perhaps in another time and place she would have found him attractive. Maybe she used to. He was certainly handsome, she remembered that, but Danielle wasn’t allowed to raise her eyes or look at him. Pets had to earn the privilege and she wasn’t a good pet. She could never please him.

She kissed his feet and put her face to the floor. She was prepared to beg, but even that required permission. His cool hands touched her back and she shivered. Not enough food combined with the constant blood loss caused her to have a difficult time maintaining any body heat. Danielle felt as if she had been cold forever. Maybe she was becoming as cold as his heart. Her master sighed.

“Should I beat you for that thought, Pet? Do you hate me so much?”

Quickly, she shook her head in denial. She hated the things he did to her, but not him.

“I think you want me to beat you.”

“No, please,” her thoughts begged. “Master, please forgive me. Please let me eat something.”

“You can eat after I hear you scream.”

He wrapped his hand in her long auburn hair and tugged. Danielle saw the carpet beater in his other hand and had two choices. She could try to fight him again or give in. The latter was more attractive, because after he punished her, he tended to be kind for an hour or three. It all depended on how well Danielle submitted to his punishments.

She followed his lead, hugged his thigh and prepared herself for the inevitable. The large carpet beater was a nasty spanker, but it was better than his riding crop. When he used the riding crop he often struck her with the braided middle instead of the tip, raising welts and drawing blood. She took a deep calming breath and then another.

“Ready, Pet?”

She nodded. Seconds later, the beater connected with her bottom and made a loud smacking noise. The flat surface covered most of her butt cheeks and she moaned into his leg.

“Not a sound from you until I reach thirty. Then you may scream. Understood?”

Yes, she understood. She’d never make it. Another blow and she couldn’t hold back the whimper. Her eyes were tearing from the force of the blow and her shadow master laughed.

“You’re not trying, Pet.”

He hit her again and she gripped his leg too hard. A ragged fingernail scratched him. He pulled her hair in anger. Hastily, Danielle licked the wound. Her shadow master moaned in pleasure and she nuzzled herself into his leg. Sometimes, if she could get him aroused enough, he skipped the punishments. Not this time.

The beater came down again and again. Her bottom felt swollen and bruised, too sensitive for even another blow, but he didn’t slow down. She lost count and began to squirm in his grasp. The hits were coming faster and harder. She was making too much noise, but she couldn’t stop herself. She hated the pain.

“Thirty, Pet.”

Her master sounded pleased with himself and his erection was pressing against her cheek. Boldly, she kissed it in apology and to appease him. At the moment, she would do almost anything for a bit of food and water.

“Not yet,” he yelled as he slapped her face.

The violent act was yet another reminder of the curse that was eating him alive. Before she had been forced to serve him, he’d always been overly gentle with her, treating her with the respect of her title and position in his family. But that seemed like an eternity ago and he certainly didn’t treat her that way any longer.

She lowered her face to the floor. It left her bottom up, exposed and vulnerable. Snarling like a wild animal, he sat down on the large bed. His feet were near her head and Danielle was afraid that he would kick her, but she didn’t move to protect herself. She forced herself to think of sunny days and rainbows, of laying in the cool grass looking up at white clouds in the sky. Her vampiric master often lost his anger when he read those thoughts, her memories calming the demon within.

“Crawl up,” he ordered. His voice was softer now, soothing. Perhaps, his need to hurt her was over for awhile. Hearing her thoughts, he laughed. Danielle cringed at the sound.

“Come, girl. I want you to lay across my lap and then I will finish your spanking.”

He wasn’t done! She hadn’t satisfied him. Crying, she tried to back away from him. It was no use. He picked her up as if she was a small child and forced her into the position he wanted. It was humiliating to be across his thighs, to feel his erection poking into her belly and his hand on her reddened bottom.
“You disappoint me, Pet. I would have used my hand for your next thirty, but you must learn to do as your told. I want to hear you this time. Scream for me.”

He swatted her again with the carpet beater. Danielle did scream. She screamed for his pleasure, for her sanity and for her life.

(C) 2005 Ruby Bloodstone and Spice and Sugar Publications. All rights reserved.

Chuckdom19

05-05-2005, 10:51 PM

Ruby

05-05-2005, 11:02 PM

Ruby,

Woof, lady. A harsh tale, which reaffirms in my heart that I hate creating evil characters. Just the old romantic in me, I guess.

Excellent story (as is "Blood and Betrayal", by the way).

I keep hoping for John Wayne or Randolph Scott (whispered "Randolph Scott") to ride in and save the day for the victimized lady. Not likely, though. Zeus knows how she survives....

Thank you, Sir Chuck.

Luckily for our lady, Zeus does know. So does Apollo and Artimes. :-)

Never fear, she will be rescued.

It is very hard sometimes to create these characters and work with them when I want to swat them upside the head for being so mean.

Mad Lews

05-06-2005, 06:00 PM

Nice short take, rich in detail but the players shine right through.
Wow, nasty little creature isn't he. Well maybe not that little but ….
I have to confess I've yet to read the Vampire and Amazon tale but you've convinced me to download a copy. The nice thing about supernatural bad guys is they get to play nasty and go way over the top with it, and you do that so well Ruby. I'm glad to hear the fair damsel has some hope in this seemingly hopeless dilemma. I guess I've got some reading to catch up on now. :)
Thanks for the sneak peek
Mad Lews

Ruby

05-06-2005, 06:10 PM

Thank you, Mad Lews :kiss:

Ruby

05-20-2005, 12:13 AM

Danielle's Shadow Master - Part II

Suddenly, a cool hand touched Danielle’s face and she screamed again.

“Hush, baby, it’s only me. You’ve been having a nightmare.”

She sat quickly, the adrenaline racing through her system, the nightmare threatening her sanity. Her lifemate, Stephen, gathered her into his arms and held her close. He didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to, just his being there was enough.

When her trembling stopped, when she felt that she could face him, she shifted positions to look up at him. His ocean blue eyes caught hers and her heart filled with love. They both knew it wasn’t a nightmare, that she had dreamed of a painful memory. Yet neither wanted to discuss it. Danielle only wanted to forget.

She snuggled into her Stephen’s arms and nodded at his unspoken request. He wanted her permission before he clouded her memories. Though Stephen was her mate and master, he was also her best friend. He was and continues to be the light to her darkness.

“I want to taste you, love,” he said.

“Yes,” she whispered into his ear and tilted her head to offer her throat.

Danielle expected him to bite her then, but Stephen had other plans. Hurriedly, he removed her nightgown and lay her back onto their bed. Funny, she didn’t remember him removing his own clothes, but then with his preternatural speed, he could have stripped in front of her and she might not have seen it.

“Stop thinking,” he whispered. “You think too much.”

He tickled her ribs and Danielle squealed with delight. Laughing, Danielle squirmed under him. She blushed, knowing he could read her thoughts, could feel her emotions. Raising her green eyes, she saw that his were glowing gold, showing his hunger and desire.

She put her hands into his short brown hair, pulling him down to her. The smell of a spicy cologne mixed with his unique scent calmed her. Her shadow master could take on Stephen’s form, but never his scent.

He claimed her mouth first, with soft kisses that soon turned rough. His hands caressed her body, sending her into a frenzy, touching her most intimate places and leaving her wanting more. She tried to lower her hands to touch him and he quickly pulled away, while simultaneously flipping her over onto her belly. He tugged her into a hands and knees position and purred into her ear.

In a single move, he thrust forward filling her pussy and biting down on her neck. Danielle clutched the sheets and called out Stephen’s name. She climaxed as the momentary pain moved towards mindless pleasure. He fed the pleasure with his desire, flooding her with his own feelings. She fed him her emotions, laced with her love and surrender while he feasted on her powerful blood.

When Stephen’s thirst was sated, he licked her neck clean. Danielle’s nightmare was long forgotten. The only thing on her mind was pleasing him. He was still joined with her, his body without relief and Danielle waited not so patiently for him to continue.

“Tell me,” he ordered roughly. “Tell me what you want.”

“Please, Stephen,” Danielle begged without shame. “Please come for me, with me.”

His grunt of assent was her only warning. Pinning her beneath him with his teeth on her shoulder, Stephen fucked her like the animal he felt like. Like the animal she wanted him to be. His hand reached under her to play with her clit, while his lower body thrust into her repeatedly. She climaxed again, her bottom pushing backwards to meet him thrust for thrust, and still he held on.

In, out, in, out, faster, harder, the friction pushed Danielle over the edge repeatedly. She lowered her head to the silky sheets, leaving her bottom in the air. His teeth left her shoulder as he shifted to hold her hips. Reaching her right hand under her legs and upward to feel his cock and sacks, she lightly stroked him as he pounded into her. It was Stephen’s turn to explode. He threw his head back and roared, filling her with his seed. Danielle mewled underneath him, climaxing again as his emotions filled her senses.

It was long moments before either of them could move. Long moments before they wanted to move. In the end, Danielle lay curled in Stephen’s arms while he watched her sleep and kept her nightmares at bay.

(C) 2005 Ruby Bloodstone and Spice and Sugar Publications. All rights reserved.

Mad Lews

05-20-2005, 02:41 AM

Danielle's Shadow Master - Part II

Oh very hot Ruby, it definately helps now that I've read the first book and know the caracters a bit more. So when can we ecpect to " Catch the Fallen Star"?

I guess I'll have to come up with another short now. :confused:

BTW I hope you don't mind but I threw your near namesake into the dancing story but not the starring role. I made up for that by giving her a pair of shiney toys I think you might appreciate. :kiss:

Yours
Mad Lews

Ruby

05-20-2005, 11:41 AM

Thanks, Mad Lews,

It is so your turn since Captain Chuck recently posted a story in the library.

Blood and Betrayal: To Catch a Falling Star should be out by July. It's in heavy editing. Yes, I'll put a free chapter or two in the library. :-)

Oooh, written in, toys? I can't wait to see what you've done to the dancer next. Big hugs and kisses back to you.

All,

If you haven't had a chance to read & review, Captain Chuck's new tale, The Voyages of St. Veronica by chksng19, please visit: http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/stories/story.php?storyid=3412

erotic_nibbles

05-21-2005, 01:42 AM

Ruby....love those stories....very hot and erotic!....thank you so much for sharing them in a place where us broke people can read and enjoy them too!

~~nibbles~~

Ruby

05-21-2005, 02:31 PM

You are most welcome, nibbles. :kiss: It's my pleasure.

Mad Lews

05-23-2005, 03:44 AM

Best served chilled

Alex woke abruptly in the wee hours of the morning. She pulled her robe on over her pajamas and stepped over to the bedroom window. The moon was full and had just breasted the horizon giving the illusion that it filled half the sky. Clouds scudded across it's face at a hurried pace. ( nope not a dark stormy night Chuck)
Then she heard the howling that had wakened her. Damn that stupid mutt, he'd slipped off his collar three days ago but he came back here to howl each night. The neighbors were beginning to complain. With a sigh Alex pulled on her shoes and headed out to the back yard. Lews was sitting there howling at the moon and wagging his tail.
" Come on you mangy mutt! Get your butt in the house right now! I don't have time for this shit."
She could barely see the tan colored Mastiff sitting at the edge of the property, tail thumping the ground as he watched her. Maybe a little gentler approach might work better..
" Such a good dog Lewsy, come on boy, it's alright, come to Alex."
She was about a dozen paces away when he hopped up and loped off into the night. Alex was infuriated by his defiance and sprinted after the useless beast. Moonlight peeked through the clouds and she spotted him again sitting about fifty feet ahead. Alex broke into a jog. Just as her hand was closing on the scruff of his neck he popped up and trotted off again.
Alex was enraged, but even so this made no sense. She wasn't a coward, but Alex wasn't a fool either. Why was she chasing this worthless dog around in the middle of the night? The frustrating game seemed to go on endlessly. They were in the woods now; woods that Alex couldn't quite place as anywhere near her neighborhood. It was time to give up this wild goose chase and head back to bed. It was then that she saw the flicker of movement off to her right, and there again another on her left.
She turned to head back toward her home only to be confronted with a pair of English sheep dogs that had been trailing twenty feet behind her. When she turned toward them one of the pair darted straight at her turning at the last moment to slam his body into her with enough force to knock Alex to the ground.
Stunned Alex rose to her feet. The two sheep dogs were sitting between her and the pathway home. When she took a step in their direction they both rose, baring teeth and growling. Shaken Alex turned in the direction she had been heading and noticed the two other dogs a black furred Newfy to her left and A wiry haired gray Irish wolfhound to her right. The four of them were definitely herding her. She could make out Lews in the distance waiting for the others to catch up. She was forced to run with the pack that followed Lews, when she slowed the sheepdogs nipped at her heels hurrying her along.
They came to an open field. Lews stopped, facing 6 new dogs that sat in a semi-circle the largest appeared to be a Great Dane. The four dogs that had been herding her drove Alex right past Lews and then formed a half circle behind him as Alex was left trembling between the two groups. She watched in horror as eleven dogs closed to complete the circle around her.
" You sit in my place Bruno." Lews said
" You were gone through a complete moon, the pack must be led." The Great Dane replied. His head tilted toward you inquisitively. " You have given her sight Lews. Is that wise?"
The Mastiff growled in response, Alex realized the entire conversation was taking place in growls,pants yips and though the position of the tail, the twitch of the ears, the tilt of the head, and yes the scent all these combined to form a language as expressive as the Queens English; but there was no way she should be able to understand any of it.
"She has offended me and held me from my pack. I would have her answer to the…" No word covered it exactly something like hunter, protector, male circle, perhaps fathers was a close approximation but it had nothing to do with paternity."…Council. And I felt it best she understand what is spoken of her."
For the first time she noticed the eleven dogs are all male.
" You are generous Lews or maybe the bitch has made you grow soft."
The Great Dane and the Mastiff were circling now each growling with head low to the ground crouching as if ready to spring forward in attack. Finally the Dane sat down with an audible huff.
"Strip her Lews we can't judge her if she hides her scent."
Lews spoke from behind Alex.
" Strip girl, you must be as naked and kneeling while you are being judged."
Alex had no intention of striping for these animals; but even as these defiant thoughts formed pictures sprung up in her mind Slashing jaws, shredded clothing, and oozing wounds. Animals piling onto her squirming body. It was enough. Alex pulled the PJ tops off over her head then wiggled out of the pants.
" And the paws."
Alex kicked off the shoes and shuddered as she dropped to her hands and knees.
" This one held me, kept me from the pack" Lews began, pictures formed of a cave/den with the entrance blocked the animals growled in fear and anger feeling trapped. " Then she shunned me, did not speak to me, left me alone for over half a moon." This brought even angrier growls. The pack was a social organization and isolation was a worse fate than imprisonment.
Alex trembled naked on her hands and knees while the beasts circled listening, feeling, seeing, Lews tale of torment. She began to feel the reactions, pushed onto her back, jaws clutching blood blossoming from a mauled throat. Alex cried out for pity.
"Enough Lews, she is no threat to the pack now." It was the Great Dane, Bruno "We should not poison the field with bitter blood, we will find another way."
Lews growled, " I am back Bruno, do you challenge me?" there is a moment of tense silence. Bruno bows his head, Lews continued.
"If one of us." nodding to the four beasts behind him," bites her she will become a shifter like us. If you give her the curse of Cain's mark she will become an outcast among man and beast. That I find fitting. Who will challenge me?"
The question passes and none challenge but the Great Dane, sniffed the air then pads toward Alex sniffing at her.
" She's in heat Lews!" The others shift uncomfortably and Alex can see their growing excitement.
" Human bitches are always in heat. She is just trying to delay her punishment." Lews claims but Bruno is insistent. " She needs us, even you can smell that." Lews is impatient and angered but she sees he's growing large along with the others.
" She's my Bitch!" he growls as the two circle once again on the verge of conflict. Bruno is taller and heavier but the Mastiff has powerful jaws, a solid build and he towers over the cowering Alex who has instinctively rolled onto her back in a submissive canine posture. Bruno considers the stakes, the prize, the peace within the pack and decides to back down and preserve the packs unity.
Alex can see Lews is excited as he stands over her letting out a victorious howl. She is resigned to his using her and she rolls over underneath him. Fur presses against her back and he growls with need. Then her mind sees the thoughts of the others. They will all have her, Lews demand was only to be that he be first. She began to scream as his jaws closed on her shoulder shaking her like a rag doll.
The shaking continued, a distant voice, a human voice.
"Alex! Wake up, you're dreaming again." :D

Thanx Alex,
Mad Lews

orchidsoul

05-23-2005, 12:08 PM

Great stories everyone!!

Ruby- I can only imagine it's difficult writing of a character that is so despicable. You do it well! Sure does make you want to just smack him though!!!

Oh Mad... hee hee... so so so Mad! Poor, poor Alex... ;) *waits in anticipation to Alex's rebuttal*

Sir Chuck- yes, a dark side indeed :) Very well done.

Thanks for the stories everyone.

Alex Bragi

05-23-2005, 07:59 PM

Alex woke abruptly in the wee hours of the morning. She pulled her robe on over her pajamas and stepped over to the bedroom window. The moon was full and had just breasted the horizon giving the illusion that it filled half the sky. Clouds scudded across it's face at a hurried pace. ( nope not a dark stormy night Chuck)..."Alex! Wake up, you're dreaming again."

Alas, this is just my real dream time-- I always wake up just at the good bits. *gg*

Seriously, though, I'm not a huge fan of bestiality, but you did do a good job with this one, Mad. Well done. I enjoyed it!

Mad Lews

05-24-2005, 06:01 PM

Seriously, though, I'm not a huge fan of bestiality, but you did do a good job with this one, Mad. Well done. I enjoyed it!

Now let me get this straight Alex, a month ago you throw a collar on poor Lewsy, declare him your slut puppy, claim he's a decent fuck even if he is a bit unrurly. :dunno:

Then you stop talking to the poor little pup for three weeks!! :confused:

Now you tell us you're not a huge fan of animal play? As the Noble Bruno would say " You bipeds sure do make life complicated." You can understand how a Pup might get a bit confused. :p

Prehaps a short story might help clear this up.
Mad

Alex Bragi

05-24-2005, 06:14 PM

Now let me get this straight Alex, a month ago you throw a collar on poor Lewsy, declare him your slut puppy, claim he's a decent fuck even if he is a bit unrurly. :dunno:

Then you stop talking to the poor little pup for three weeks!! :confused:

Now you tell us you're not a huge fan of animal play? As the Noble Bruno would say " You bipeds sure do make life complicated." You can understand how a Pup might get a bit confused. :p

Prehaps a short story might help clear this up.
Mad

*Pats and an affectionate little scratch behind your ear*

Mad, you were never in the dog house. All you ever have to do is beg for a little attention.*gg*

But seriously, let's not confuse puppy play with bestiality. I won't hijack your thread here, instead, I'm going to begin a whole new one- "Animal play verses bestiality". In fact I may even throw in zoophiles (spel?) too, just for good measure. :)

Mad Lews

05-24-2005, 07:10 PM

*Pats and an affectionate little scratch behind your ear*

Mad, you were never in the dog house. All you ever have to do is beg for a little attention.*gg*

But seriously, let's not confuse puppy play with bestiality. I won't hijack your thread here, instead, I'm going to begin a whole new one- "Animal play verses bestiality". In fact I may even throw in zoophiles (spel?) too, just for good measure. :)

Well to be technical we would be confusing bestiality with Lycanthropy, and in fact really dreams about Lycanthropy, but there were uncomfortable insinuations about bestiality no doubt. Just the kind of thing puppies might be dreaming about as they sniff at your leg

will try to be less offensive but I am a bit mad so you can't expect too much.

Your
Lews

Alex Bragi

05-24-2005, 07:33 PM

Lycanthropy?

And, please be as mad and offensive as you like. I'll slap you on your ass with a rolled up newspaper if you get too out of hand. *gg*

Ruby

05-24-2005, 10:48 PM

Mad_Lews,

Loved the story right up until the part where you decided to share Alex.

Seriously, man, wouldn't you just want to keep her all to yourself?

What a nightmare. Your were-dogs are quite naughty and fun.

Thanks! :kiss:

Mad Lews

05-25-2005, 01:43 AM

Mad_Lews,

Loved the story right up until the part where you decided to share Alex.

Seriously, man, wouldn't you just want to keep her all to yourself?

What a nightmare. You're were-dogs are quite naughty and fun.

Thanks! :kiss:
Sorry Ruby,
Rules of the pack and all. While I might be a greedy SOB and want her all to myself, even the alpha male wouldn't have much choice in that situation. It seemed like a good time to wake up poor lil' Alex.
Mad

erotic_nibbles

05-26-2005, 09:32 PM

That was a great story Mad!.....very inventive....sexy....erotic....wild......Woohoo!

Even at that, I'm still gonna make sure I'm not standing between you and Alex at the Forums....I'm steering clear of the line of that fire!....lmao

~~nibbles~~

Mad Lews

05-27-2005, 02:08 AM

Ruby

05-28-2005, 01:27 PM

Story dedicated to and inspired by my pretty dungeon slave, Sari :kiss:
Originally written for the New Lord Mobius's Dungeon

My Pet Wanted a Spanking; I Gave Her That and More

I looked down at the trembling slave before me and wanted to feel nothing. She was too powerful, too potent, far too innocent in her trust. The rush of her emotions beat at my demon, demanding more not less. I was already on sensory overload from that blasted disaster of a dinner party. A party where she had been the perfect pet, obedient in every way. No, I didn't want to feel her emotions, lest I be swept away.

I was lying to myself. And I knew it. I wanted to feel every bit of her. Her soft skin beckoned. My mark on her breast called to me.

I knew what she was feeling now. The wetness between her legs, the combination of arousal and anxiety in her stomach. She licked her lips and I watched the movement. The flick of her tongue was making my body harder than I thought possible on this strange night.

Slowly, I walked to the large bed and disrobed with a thought by quickly dematerializing and then materializing again. My clothes were piled on the floor carelessly. She didn't take her eyes off me and I grinned. I was showing off and we both knew it.

"Come, my sweet, lay across my lap," I told her and she gracefully crawled to me.

Her movements were slow, exaggerated, erotic. She swung her hips. The action made her breasts jiggle. How I love those breasts! Watching my gift, my tasty dessert, make her way towards me, I stroked my cock for just a touch of relief.

She smelled like peaches and cream, the lotion on her smooth skin. She also smelled of woman. The scents mingled adding to my own excitement.

Who is the prey here? I wondered when she raised her head and stared at my erection. Perhaps I was to be the treat for her.

My cock twitched and she shook herself. The silent shudder almost took my voice away. I was supposed to be in charge here, not my willing slave.

"Up, pet, you've stalled long enough," I put a bit of growl into my voice and she quickly climbed up on the bed and spread herself across my lap. I knew she could feel my erection poking into her stomach when she wiggled a bit to settle against my thighs.

"Why are you being punished, pet?" I asked.

Her mind was racing. Her guilt had long been forgotten; that she had requested the punishment was almost forgotten as well. Her thoughts were on my cock pressed against her skin, the emptiness of her sex and the throbbing of my mark on her breast. Her thoughts were on me, taking her, ravishing her. Well, I couldn't punish her for that.

"Master...I..." she began and I laughed.

"You felt guilty," I supplied.

"Yes...guilty..." She murmured. Her head lay on the comforter and I made sure she turned to watch herself in the mirror. She gasped when I felt between her legs. The jolt of excitement further fed my demon. I admit fear is pleasant, but there's nothing like the taste of an orgasm. Nothing.

This little slave often punished herself by denying herself release. I wanted something else tonight. I wanted to feed and feed. To overwhelm her by forcing her to orgasm until she begged for mercy. But first, her bottom was in need of attention.

When she relaxed, I removed my fingers from her wet pussy and licked them. I took my time, watching her watching me in the mirror. Her lovely mouth moved into an "o". Perfect.

"Forty, I think will do it. Can you hold still for that long?" I asked, knowing that I'd have to be careful. With my strength, I could easily break the bones of such a delicate creature. Forty would be difficult for her.

"I...don't know, Master. I will do my best." Her soft voice held a note of fear mixed with anticipation.

"That's all I ever ask from you, pretty kitten. Do your best. You count them and thank me."

"One," she said.

I opened my palm and swatted a round globe.

"Thank you, sir. Two."

Another swat to the other globe. She squealed this time, but bravely gave me another count.

"Thank you, sir. Three."

I swatted the first side a bit lower and she grabbed onto the comforter. Her hands held the fabric in a tight grip. I had been a bit hard. Yet there were no complaints, just another thank you and a count.

Every swat made me ache for relief. For my pet, it sent her someplace where she lost track of the numbers and her ability to count by the time we reached twenty. She said, "Thank you, sir. Three."

Again, I had to laugh. She was so amusing.

"You may just thank me, pretty kitten. I'll count for you."

She wiggled a bit, preparing herself for the next spank, pushing herself against my groin.

"Yes, sir. Thank you, sir."

When we reached forty, she was stinging from her bottom to her thighs. My hands are big and I had to spread out the swats. Her bottom was red, warm and perfect for my next plan.

I had her sit in my lap, facing me. She slowly lowered herself onto my cock. The heat of her sex both teased and tormented me. I needed friction, now. Sensing my desires, she put a hand on the nape of my neck and the other on my shoulder. I leaned forward, capturing a delicious breast and did what I wanted to do all evening.

I drank in her sweetness and her blood, while she rode me in a frenzy of movement. Using my hands, I kept up the pace, long after she'd lost the energy to continue. I gave her one climax after another, forcing her to shatter and grip me ever tighter as her insides spasmed and massaged me to my own release. On and on I forced her to ride me, up and down, repeatedly. Her body milked by cock, squeezing when she came yet again.

"Now, pet," I commanded. "One more time."

Everything in me focused on my hard cock, my need, my pleasure. I pumped into her harder, faster, deeper, so very close, just a little bit more then she tilted her body to just the right angle and I found ecstasy! She was barely awake when I exploded into her, my thick seed, seeming to spend itself forever.

Her eyes caught mine and she smiled. She had done very, very well.

I kissed her and told her so with my thoughts. Nodding, she snuggled against me, her body completely relaxed. Finally sated, I pulled her under the covers with me and watched her drift into a sensuous slumber.

For the first time tonight, I feel at peace. I believe that I will join her in sleep.

(C) Copyright 2005 Ruby Bloodstone. All rights reserved.

Picture of Yuri and Sari courtesy of www.artmam.com with reciprocal link

Mad Lews

05-29-2005, 06:23 PM

Story dedicated to and inspired by my pretty dungeon slave, Sari :kiss:
Originally written for the New Lord Mobius's Dungeon

My Pet Wanted a Spanking; I Gave Her That and More
.........................

Her eyes caught mine and she smiled. She had done very, very well.
..................

Ruby,
I'll say, very well indeed :bravo: .
His madness
Lews

Mad Lews

06-10-2005, 08:20 PM

Well it's not what I set out to write but you all know how that goes. I may fluff it up a bit and submit it as a story or perhaps just leave well enough alone. It would be a modern somewhat darker retelling of the legend of Tam Lin with some of my own twisted thoughts thrown in.

A Bit of a Sacrifice

O I forbid you, maidens a',
That wear gowd on your hair,
To come or gae by Carterhaugh,
For young Tam Lin is there.

The English and Scottish Popular Ballads, 1882-1898 by
Francis James Child

I've lived all my years in the village of Chauterfield, in the lovely gray thistle glen some thirty miles into the Scottish Highlands. Chauterfield lies a few miles due south of a stark bluff that the locals call "The Mound". A spring issues forth mid way down the western slope of the bluff. It skips and splashes its way near the forested path down to the floor of the glen. This would be what's always been called the "Burn of Bliss". From the eastern face of the bluff a waterfall drops straight down some eighty feet onto the rocks below then follows it's time worn path down into the valley. It has always been called the "Burn of Sorrow". A half-mile below the bluff the two burns meld into a stream that is dammed at the northern edge of the village to form our millpond above the village green.

The name "The Mound" isn't for the bluff itself but rather for the strangely symmetrical raised circle atop the bluff from the center of which protrudes a vaguely phallic rock nearly six feet in height.

The Mound is not mentioned in any local tour guide and yet it attracts a steady stream of tourist who take the meandering five-mile trek up the bluff for the fine view of the valley.

Memories run deep in old backwater places like this and the mound always played a pivotal role in the lands about our village. It has never been a cheerful place and the locals avoid it at all times but most especially during those weeks before summer solstice.

We're known as a close knit group and will rarely speak of local history to strangers unless pressed (or fresh from the "Hound and Pheasant Pub" where we might become a bit too talkative as the evening progresses.)

A castle stood on the bluff in the mid-eighteenth century. It was the last stronghold of the Jacobite's, and stood defiant for over a year after the Bonnie Prince had fled to hide behind Papal skirts. On the eve of the summer solstice in 1747 the castle fell to an overwhelming English force. There were 63 men defending the castle but none survived its capture. Bloody King George ordered the castle torn down stone by stone and the rocks scattered about the glen. It took a company of Royal Engineers three months to accomplish the task but not a one of the lot dared to touch the mound. The defenders were buried together in an unmarked grave but ten years later a secret monument was erected in the local cemetery which lists each of the 63 men's names and their clan as well as a mysterious 64th entry for an "Abigail of the Mc'Doland Clan".

If the local archeologist is to be believed (and why not? He is local.) this was also the site of a Roman fort nearly two millennia ago. It would have been the northernmost settlement built by the Romans nearly 40 miles beyond the location of Hadrian's Wall. It's construction must have predated that structure by at least fifty years. The few artifacts that have been found include Stone blocks with chisled Latin inscriptions marking the completion of a northern gate signed by a centurion Flavius Victrix commanding the 2nd century of the sixth Legion. Almost all other bits of pottery, glass and metal from the Roman era show evidence of destruction from intense heat so it is likely The Jacobite's were not the first to be massacred on this spot.

More recently there was a poorly explained suicide pact which left five lads, up from the university on holiday, dead at the base of the falls and a lone unknown young lady wandering the wood's, quite mad. That caused quite a stir back in 1936. Since that time we haven't tried to clear the woodland during the summer solstice and almost every year a tourist or local disappears for a spell.

Present day legend has it that the mound now only seeks a virgin lass. That tale may well be the invention of the local lads trying their best to protect their sweethearts from a virgin's fate.

It was two elderly women; birder's out in the early morning mist, who found the girls body. She lay on the hollow of land where the two burns mingled. She was naked, bruised and alive, but completely unresponsive. It was almost as if her mind had fled her body to some better place.

We knew how to deal with these situations but the two birders who found her called in the county authorities. That was unfortunate for they in turn called in more outsiders and a " Major Crimes Unit" came up from Edinburgh to investigate.

She was a blonde tourist from New Zealand, a schoolteacher I believe. As luck would have it she was one of five young ladies who had happened to win an all expenses paid mid summer trip offered by our local tourist board.

She was no real help to the investigators. She had obviously been assaulted, but other than some bruises and abrasions she was in fair shape. She occasionally whispered what one Inspector swore he thought sounded like " Tram Line" but in any event she seemed completely disconnected from reality. They found no semen so the investigators concluded the assailment must have used "protection" to hinder their investigation. The local constable rolled his eyes at that one but said nothing and let the professionals have their way.

She had nearly torn off two fingernails in the struggle. The scrapings yielded a lot of detritus but no trace of human flesh. The investigators were also at a loss to explain her lack of clothing until one of the local lads took pity and lead them up to the top of the bluff and then to the mound. They found some bits of her pink cotton nightgown and a white terry cloth robe but it only added to the investigator's puzzlement.

What little was found was in such tiny fragments it was impossible to tell what had happened. It was almost as if her clothing had suddenly turned as brittle as fine porcelain and then shattered into a million bits. More peculiarly some of those strands of cloth were found imbedded in both trees and rocks at distances up to forty paces from the mound.

The special team mucked about for a few weeks complaining of the lack of local assistance. The woman's cuts and bruises were treated and then she was sent away to a psychiatric ward with a diagnosis of " hysterical amnesia". There was a whiff of scandal some 28 days later when an orderly of 23 years standing was let go. When the unnamed occurrence reoccurred at the next rising of a new moon the man was reinstated with back pay and a proper apology. On the third month when the near comatose patient was fully restrained and the incident happened yet again our village council stepped forward and offered to take the poor woman into a suitable local nursing home.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and life returned to normal. The woman remains nearly catatonic but for those evenings when a new moon rises. It is then that you can find her naked on her hands and knees panting grunting and thrusting back against an ethereal lover only she can see. The following morning will find her as unresponsive as ever with fresh bruises and abrasions though we all know they are purely psychosomatic. Throughout the month her belly swells with the growth of the moon in an accelerated parody of gestation. This too can be explained away by the psychiatric professionals that oversee her. When the new moon is born her womb empties and then her lover returns.

It has been going on for almost nine months now. If all goes as it always has she will awaken after the thirteenth lunar cycle. She will have lost a year, and whatever maidenly virtue she had arrived with. We should all be grateful. There's been no deaths for nearly seventy years now. The old gods have become much less demanding. I guess all things Scottish mellow with age. The Villagers often take up a collection for the befuddled lass when she wakens and before they send her on her way.

But enough of this sad tale. Lets raise a pint of bitter now for It's time to look to the future. The council has sent out five new prize vacation packages in the afternoon post. The women are all young, and single, every one of them with golden hair. Hopefully at least one of them will tickle Tam Lin's fancy.

Copyright © Mad Lews 2005

Chuckdom19

06-10-2005, 08:44 PM

Magister

06-11-2005, 06:53 AM

:bravo:

It was a delightful read!

Mad Lews

06-11-2005, 02:14 PM

A very well-written piece, with the ending sentence answering almost all the questions.

Sadly, the source of the legend, who the guy was and why he haunts, might not be known to non-Scots like me.

Superior story, though sir. Nicely done.

Chuck

Aye Cap'n Chuck,
Me veins be as thick with Scottish blood as yer's sir. Truth is my sassy wench feels I cut a dashing figure in my tartan kilt as I waggle a stiff claymore before me. So whilst I may not truly be one I do on occasion play the Highland lad upon the net.
Now then to the legend, I first met Tam lyn in a piece of SciFi where he was a trickster computer who ran an interstellar ship. The name intrigued me.

Now if you were to stop poking that poor lass with yer belayin pin and turn a weather eye to the Isles of goggle.

Yes Yes I know your busy so I'll help ye out this once.

Ahem, Tam Lin, well in the mildest story he be a good christen lad held captive by the Fey Queen and he be rescued by a fair princess who takes him to her father the king…

Damn it man does she have to moan so loud it's purely distractin…

Yes that’s better I can barely hear her. But do you really think it's safe? I mean if she gets excited and nips down, well you could end up a few inches shorter than gawd intended.

Well you trained her I guess you know what your doing.

Now where was I, Oh yes Tam Lin, As I said that be the English version cooked up in a monistary to keep the Lawds whelps from crying at night.

In Truth Tam Lin be a warrior of the Fey Queen who guards the portal betwixt the worlds. The King warns his daughter not to pass by the Portal ( a well or a cave dependin on the tellin) but being a reckless lass the princess trots off to Tam Lyns well and there she calls him forth by picking a rose.

From there on the legends all agree. She is caught between the worlds and must pay Tam Lyn a toll if she's to return. Either gold ( sometimes her golden locks), or her green coat must she pay or her maidenhead the price will be. As you might guess the lass returns with her gold and cloak but she has paid her toll in full. Now if the teller of the tale was a bit mad and had a harder edge perhaps it would become something like…
Mad Lews

Ruby

06-11-2005, 08:36 PM

Mad Lews

06-12-2005, 04:50 AM

:bravo:

It was a delightful read!

Me thanks Good Magister,
‘Tis always good t'hear a tale be applauded roundly.
Perhaps yea might be persuaded to try thy hand or just add a thought on what another might churn into a short tale. If’en that be yer wish good Sir

Lews the Mad

Mad Lews

06-12-2005, 04:51 PM

Mad Lews,

Thank you for your new short. What a treat. A great tale with a surprise ending.

"It is then that you can find her naked on her hands and knees panting grunting and thrusting back against an ethereal lover only she can see."

An excellent line. Her "lover" seems quite demanding and attentive. ;)

Well done. Bravo!

Aye Ruby Dear,
The poor lad be havin his way with the hapless wench but once a month.
You too might be attentive and most demandin'. I speak not from personal experience mind ya, but tis what I do hear tell.
:kiss:
Yer Mad Lews

Ranai

07-05-2005, 05:37 AM

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First impressions

White daylight flooded in through circular skylights. It immersed the entire room in milky brilliance. Not that there was much to look at in all this light. Or rather, the illuminated item was yet not under scrutiny. The floor was hard, but not chilly. He was sitting on his heels, knees spread. In the small of his back, his left wrist was clasped in his right hand. Unobserved, but never moving from the spot. Not that he could anyway.

Facing him, a single chair. Close, but out of his reach. Darkened wood. Comfortable armrests. Nothing fancy.

Relax already, it is just a chair.

He rolled his shoulders, longing to stretch his arms above his head for a moment. Perhaps even stretch out his legs for a while if he could. He wanted to do something, anything, to briefly break the immobility. He strained his hearing for sounds from the corridor, but there was nothing. Soundproof, probably. He would not hear them coming. Maintain the position. First impression, display impeccable posture. It beats being considered junk from the very beginning.

Initially he had believed that he was to be exercised as usual, but today they had taken him to the steam room, flushed him out, cleaned him, and finally oiled his skin. Even fluffed his chest hair. Ridiculous, as if anyone would notice. Oh well, all part of letting the merchandise sell itself.

A single bead of sweat descended from his pubes, irritatingly focussing his attention again on the weight at the tip of his cock. Still unfamiliar. There was still a moment of nausea every morning he woke up to it. The heavy steel ring that entered the urethra and exited through a hole in the glans. After the physical shock he had felt nothing but outrage and anger. How dare they invade his intimacy thus? How dare they attach it there, biting into his sensitive flesh, pulling him downwards, mercilessly gripping into his very vulnerability?

Now that the piercing was healing, the questions had taken over again. Had his new owner ordered it done without bothering to inspect him first? Was it just a casual piece of decoration? An indication of his assigned status? What would his duties entail? He had questions galore, but no answers. And every question remained unasked, except in the ever-shifting chaos that passed for a mind in this oh-so-disciplined body.

Should he consider himself lucky because nothing else had been done to his body?
His body. Not his body.

Yeah, yeah, whatever. Focus. Make a good impression. If you are considered worthless, you’ll get thrown away.

He lowered his gaze again to the spot between his legs. A single ring embedded in the floor. The handler who had taken him in had brought a manacle and chain to fix him pending the customer’s arrival, but then, with a smile at the ring in his penis, had ordered him down and had simply connected them with a lock. So there he was, cock anchored to the floor, awaiting a chance to leave a favourable impression with whoever would walk through that door.

It opened unexpectedly. No sound had announced their arrival. His hand holding his wrist clenched in reflex. He squared his shoulders and straightened his back, heart hammering in his throat. The handler entered and stood beside the doorway. Footsteps.

© 2005 Ranai Pahav. All rights reserved.
Thanks to Ruby for beta-reading this text.

Ruby

07-05-2005, 04:05 PM

Ranai,

I love this story and am begging shamelessly for more!

"Please, Ms. Ranai, please tell us what happens next."

Ruby

Mad Lews

07-05-2005, 04:12 PM

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First impressions

© 2005 Ranai Pahav. All rights reserved.
Thanks to Ruby for beta-reading this text.

Very nice one Ranai

Lots of vivid impressions to go with his very vivid predicament.BTW that method of bondage sounds pretty painful in a nasty sort of way but I'll take your word on it that he's mostly interested in being presentable. I suspect my mind would be on other matters (guess thats why I'd make a lousy sub :dunno: ). Do you plan to keep us in suspence or might you expand this into a short story?

Yours
Mad Lews

Microwave0ven

07-05-2005, 06:00 PM

wow, ranai, great writing! :D more please!! What happens next? is there a 'next'?

Sam'sJasmine

07-05-2005, 06:08 PM

Ranai,
Very nice, it sent wonderful warm wet tingles right between my legs. Thank you.

Ranai

07-06-2005, 05:02 AM

Thanks for the nice comments, Ruby, Mad, M0 and Jasmine!
It makes me happy that you like it.

The bondage question is interesting. Perhaps I’d need to improve the description to clarify. It is meant to be nasty under the control aspect, of course. I had envisioned him resting his buttocks on the heels, with the tops of his feet flat on the floor. What the Japanese call ‘seiza’. The floor ring should be big enough to lean up against his genitals. That way, if the lock is not heavy, he would not feel much more pull than the ring he is carrying all the time. Otherwise I would have had to write in all these pain sensations – too distracting.

I don’t want him to be a complete stoic. Where’s the fun in that?

Is there a ‘next’? At present there is not. I don’t know yet whether I will expand this in writing. It was merely composed as a vingette. I need to think about it... shameless begging noted. ;)

Mad Lews

07-14-2005, 07:07 PM

Well it's time to add another tidbit. The reading public has told me that I need to get a bit nastier or I'll be consigned to Romance Novels. Here's my attempt at rehabilitation. A continuation from an earlier story " The things we do for Love" in which Jackie and Richard a loving couple (Hire?) a sub Julie for their 7th anniversary and eventually all three end up on the same page, more or less.

Marriage Councilor

Some months later Richard had his boss Jim over for dinner. The men ate in the dinning room chatting about work while Julie and I served the meal and nibbled on leftovers while we waited in the kitchen. Afterwards Julie and Jim disappeared into the basement playroom while Richard and I retired to the Master bedroom for a few hours of fun.
I was foolish enough to jokingly remark that Julie must be awfully dedicated to be working so late. I wondered if Richard was going to get a promotion out of this? Richard's face flushed with anger. He hopped up and grabbing me by the ear pulled me up off the bed. He marched me down to the basement where Julie was bent over, locked into the old fashion stocks. She was sobbing quietly as her shaky legs strained to keep her bottom in place.

She was receiving a blistering spanking with a formidable wooden paddle that was decorated with inch wide holes drilled out along its length. Not only did it leave a pattern of circular bruises on her bottom it also made a terrible whistling noise as it swung through the air.

" If you don't mind Jim," he said to his boss "this one needs to learn when to curb her tongue."

"What's her name? She's kind of cute."

" Jackie, and she's too cute by half. It's about time she learned that."

" Is she trained?"

Richard still held me painfully by my twisted ear. He pulled me downward and I was forced to my knees behind Julie. I was close enough to thoroughly inspect the damage that paddle had inflicted on poor Julie's bottom. The paddle had left a pattern of white dots outlined in deep purple against the generally bright red glow of Julie's ass. Now was not the time to be sympathetic with Julie's plight though. I was in trouble myself.

" No not really I've barely trained her, but no time like the present." Richard said.

Richard was allowing this stranger to see me naked on my knees. I was terrified at the thought of what else Richard might allow. The thought of being forced to pleasure this stranger was frightening and yet perversely exciting. The fact that Richard would be the one forcing me to do it made it all the more exciting.

Jim squatted down next to me, roughly grabbing my chin squeezing and lifting it until I was forced to look him in the eye. We stared at each other for an endless moment and I felt the arrogance of an implacable will determined to wrest some form of submission from me just because I was a naked woman. I lowered my eyes my body trembling with fear, but there was a faint stirring of longing buried deep inside.

"How'd you end up with two of them you lucky bastard?" Jim asked.

"That one's my wife.." he said pointing at me.

" She's just now learning what she really wants to be."

Richard spoke in a casual manner but his words were so cruelly honest that tears began to well in my eyes.

A stranger's hand roamed across my bottom and I squirmed under the foreign touch. A finger traced the scar of my brand.

"You branded her too? You can barely make this one out. Her skin's too pale. Julie's olive complexion makes her brand stand out so much better."

God it was so unfair. I'd suffered just as much as her for that scar. She just always seemed to be better at everything. It made me want to scream sometimes.

"You need to get her out in the sun. If she tanned that pale little butt of hers you'd see her brand right away."

I could have kissed him. (If he wasn't gripping my chin so hard) My tongue did dart out trying in vain to lick the hand that held me so firmly. Not only did he know how to make my brand stand out as well as Julie's he said my bottom was little. I was really starting to warm up to this guy.

" That’s all well and good but right now we need to tame her nasty little tongue, and maybe start instilling a little discipline." Richard said.

"Well I'm willing to help any way I can." Jim said with enthusiasm. " And this has got to be a lot cheaper than a marriage councilor."

The two of them chuckled at Jim's little joke as he held me firmly by the chin. Then he pulled me forward on my hands and knees until my nose was pressed into Julie's inflamed bottom. He finally released my jaw but I was careful to remain exactly as he had placed me. I could literally feel the heat coming off of Julie's throbbing flesh.

Jim was right next to me, speaking in a low calm voice.

"Now I want you to push your nose into her nasty shit hole like a good little bitch."

He rose up over me and straddled my crouching body then grasped my wrists and pulled them back toward my calves. Without my hands supporting me the weight of my head and shoulders was resting completely on my nose which began to press deeper into the crack of Julie's bottom.

" Grab hold of your ankles and don't you dare move no matter what." He ordered me.

I was determined to obey this man. I wanted to show Richard just how well trained I really was. I wanted this stranger to want me, and I was sure the best way to do that was through my perfect obedience.

Time passed with aching slowness as I strained to remain perfectly still. I licked my dry lips and Julie squirmed above me. I suddenly realized just how close my lips were to her sweet little cunt and how opportune my placement might be. I could easily make Julie break position, then who would look like the amateur?

My tongue flicked out and Julie strained to remain stationary. Again my tongue struck and Julie groaned squirming. I heard the whistle of the paddle before it struck but I had no time to prepare. Pain exploded across my rump as Jim bellowed in anger.

"You were told to keep still!"

© copyright Mad Lews July 2005

pejanon

07-16-2005, 08:19 PM

Ruby

07-20-2005, 01:39 AM

Mad Lews

07-20-2005, 02:14 PM

Mad Lews,

You've done it again. Another winner. :applaus:

..."this one needs to learn when to curb her tongue."

Indeed she does. Looking forward to more of the lesson, as long as I can keep my distance from that paddle.

Your fan,
Ruby

Ruby,
Thanks for the round of applaus. Glad you liked it.
I'm sure you're much to well behaved to have to worry about any distant paddles. :rolleyes:
Drat.
Mad Lews

Mad Lews

08-18-2005, 06:08 PM

It was always meant to be a writing exercise thread with some folk contributing ideas and others completing short scenes. The best laid plans of Elves, Orcs, or Men etc... Here's an intro that isn't terribly erotic yet but if all goes well will someday see the light of day as a sweet romantic love story

Once upon a time, though not as long ago as you might think, There was an Island Kingdom in that place we now call Keltoi, off the northern coast of Galatae. Back in those days the kingdom ruled by a mighty monarch named Lien Venrihet the fifth.

Lien like his father before him was a tyrant. More to the point he was the type of tyrant that gave despotism such a sour reputation. He had ascended to the throne when his beloved father Lien Venrihet the fourth fell victim to unknown assassins.

The coronation ceremony was tastefully elaborate and attended by all the nobility and as many plebeians as would fit into the courtyard. A marvelous military parade followed which included every troop within the kingdoms' army. His first official act as King was to have the entire company of Royal Guards arrested.

Now it was no great mystery as to how his loving father had come to such an abrupt end. Lien the fourth better known as "The Butcher" (though not to his face of course) was truly hated and feared by the nobility who knew him well, but they were much too timid to conspire against him. The common folk simply lived in constant terror of their ruler for their lives were already much too desperate for them to waste time or energy on the luxury of hatred. All who were knowledgeable in the ways of the palace intrigues knew for a fact that Lien (the fifth) and his dear mother had joined forces with one or more officers of the Royal Guard to do away with the man who stood between Lien and the throne. It would of course have been very impolitic to mention this aloud on Lien's coronation day (or ever if you enjoyed the simple pleasure of breathing).

Before the assembled troops of his army Lien had all the officers of the Royal Guard beheaded. This was both reasonable and fair for they had indeed failed to protect their Lord and they were therefor untrustworthy. As it turned out they were also the lucky ones for rank is indeed entitled to its privileges. Once the officers had been dealt with (and any co-conspirators silenced) Lien ordered the guard decimated. The company of two hundred counted off and every tenth soldier stepped forward. Each of these men was stripped to the waist and disemboweled.

A professional executioner did the deed. He avoided severing major blood vessels so these twenty men died slowly squirming on the parade ground as their guts spilled out and turned the dust to mud. This exhibition seemed to sicken many of the nobility for some reason but the common folk found it highly entertaining. Even though many of these men screamed and flopped about on the ground for the better part of an hour they were luckier than the rest.

The remaining members of the Royal Guard, with their hands bound in iron cuffs behind their backs,were stripped completely. . Then naked before the multitude they were escorted one by one to the very chopping block where their officers had lost their heads. These poor souls each donated a sack with two jewels to the celebration. The basket into which the executioner tossed these bloody trophies grew full. There is of course no truth to the rumor that the contents of these sacks were served at the coronation dinner (of that I would almost be willing to swear). If we must be fair, we would note the executioner used a sharp blade that was heated red-hot so none of these (can we still call them men?) suffered too great a loss of blood. I leave it to you to determine if this small detail was an act of mercy.

The freshly gelded guard were slapped into leg irons and then forced into a proper military formation. The crowds howled their derision as they were paraded naked through the streets of the capital before being marched off in chains to the dreaded mines of Edtilia. Of the 180 led away only 34 survived the seventy-mile march to the mines and none survived a month in those dark tunnels.

This was how Lien Venrihet the fifth introduced himself to the country he would rule. It wasn't long before the nobility was longing for the good old days when Lien's father "The Butcher" had ruled with his cruel but steady hand.

Lien was acutely aware of the ephemeral nature of loyalty and so it surprised no one when a slow but painful wasting disease overcame his beloved mother. While she lingered in aching madness none paid much attention to the wild accusations her troubled mind spewed forth. Most were relieved when she finally found peace in death's cold grasp.

Ranai

08-19-2005, 04:49 AM

Nothing like a pompous bloody massacre to let the underlings know what they are dealing with! We will follow this promising despot's career with interest. (Now where the heck did that pluralis majestatis come from?)

There is not a whole lot of... er... individual human interest in the text yet; the victims are dealt with wholesale. As the narrative employs the voice of a detached historiographer, it is up to the reader to supply perceptive details to enrich the facts. The flash of a knife and tearing of fabric as clothes are cut off a helpless body – how else to strip chained-up soldiers. The white face of a seasoned warrior as his jewels touch the blood-slick block. Rough hands, calloused from exercise and battle, clenching and unclenching trapped in unyielding irons. Ahem... :rolleyes: Now look what you've done! —> :Tasty:

In a prologue it is good; in the corpus of a story readers may wish to have the panorama view supplemented with close-ups to revel in. Thanks for a royal entertainment, Mad.
*Kiss*

pejanon

08-20-2005, 06:30 AM

Here's an intro that isn't terribly erotic yet but if all goes well will someday see the light of day as a sweet romantic love story

I thought you were apprehensive of being moved to Romance department? :p

Well it looks more like a setting for a bloody tsunami. It certainly should get better when it gets to individual characters - it's always better when you do it to Someone, not to a bunch of guards.

Now this Lien Venrihet (the fifth!) he isn't ancestor of Machaveli, is he?

I always though that "now look what have you done!" is one of the best lines ever! :D

Ok. Here's nice albeit 'slippery when wet' stage. Now what? :rolleyes:

Mad Lews

08-21-2005, 10:14 AM

I thought you were apprehensive of being moved to Romance department? :p

Well it looks more like a setting for a bloody tsunami. It certainly should get better when it gets to individual characters - it's always better when you do it to Someone, not to a bunch of guards.

Now this Lien Venrihet (the fifth!) he isn't ancestor of Machaveli, is he?

I always though that "now look what have you done!" is one of the best lines ever! :D

Ok. Here's nice albeit 'slippery when wet' stage. Now what? :rolleyes:

Well as I see it developing Lien is just a delightful cad and the real story is about the revenge worked upon him by his third wife. ( Volunteers?) It would seem that after spending a few years terrorizing his subjects he became cognoscente of the pressing need for an heir. His first wife produced a girl who was promptly disposed of and the wife spent her first anniversary being very slowly garroted with her own intestines. (Lien really had a thing for nice warm slimy guts) The second wife failed to produce any offspring ( probably due to Lien’s infatuation with her cute little ass) and so he was truely sadened when he had to slowly roast her over glowing coals a year and a day after thier wedding. The third and final queen did manage to deceive Lien, bear a child, and present Lien with a heir. Lien never lived long enough to discover his "son" was in fact fathered by his queens executed lover and born by a young scullary maid... but enough of this I can’t give away the whole story. Let’s just say Lien follows in the footsteps of his dear dad though a little sooner than he expected, The grieving Queen and future King live happily ever after and the peasants rejoice. God I love a happy ending. :rolleyes: honest

Now you've got to promise not to tell anyone, it's just between us how it going to work out OK;)
Mad

pejanon

08-21-2005, 11:45 AM

Now you've got to promise not to tell anyone, it's just between us how it going to work out OK;)
Mad

Cross my heart and hope to .. . ah, no way. instiling death wish isn't very nice! :D

All this merry-go-roung with wvies/lovers/bastard son/revenges/hot feelings/boogey happyends somehow reminds me of The Bard. Altought He would leave some of juicies parts out. Hope you won't. :cool:

Have fun

Pej

woodsman'sgame

08-21-2005, 06:27 PM

Interesting thread. Im still reading and will comment later. In the meantime, here is one of my shorts

Sonata of Pain

His hands were huge. He took her by her tiny wrists and roughly gripped them both in one of his hands. She didn’t dare struggle with the knife at her breast, but she knew she probably wouldn’t be able to get away, anyway. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted off the floor as he picked her up with one hand! She looked into his blue eyes, cold, cruel, and demanding. He smiled at her sardonically and then let her down slowly. He was showing her what he could do, making it clear that he could easily control her with his bare hands and that the knife was merely a convenience.

His eyes left hers. and he looked down at her body. Her silk blouse was halfway unbuttoned. and her breasts peeked out from the lacy bra that pushed them up together.

“I like white meat,” he whispered in her ear, then ran his tongue down her neck, across her breastbone, and down the middle of her chest until he plunged it into the crevice between her breasts.

She gasped and pulled back slightly from his touch. It was an unconscious reaction, but unfortunately, he did not see it that way. He straightened up and looked at her in anger.

“Whore, you think you’re too good for me?” he said in a sudden rage. “You’ll never pull away from my touch, again.”

He dropped the knife and pulled one of her hands behind her back in a twisting motion, pushing it high on her back until she almost screamed from the pain, but she kept quiet, remembering what had happened the last time she had made a sound. He grabbed her by her crotch, violently yanked her back close to him, and released her arm, then turned her around facing him and bent down to pick up the knife and her violin. He picked her up, slinging her over his shoulder so that her ass was by his face. Her skirt was raised, exposing her satin panties. He push the blade against the tight cloth that covered her crevice until it cut through and she felt it against her skin, pricking the delicate flesh around her anus. She fought the desire to squirm and get away from the knife and the sharp sting of the point. She closed her eyes and held her breath staying perfectly still.

“If I hear one sound from you, I’ll shove this knife up your ass. You understand me?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

He walked down the dark alley, and she heard him open a car door. He threw her in the rear seat on her back. Then, telling her to turn over on her stomach, he quickly tied her hands and her feet together in a tight hog tie. His hands roamed all over her body as he was tying her, feeling her breasts and inner thighs, squeezing her round bottom and rubbing his large fingers in her pussy.

“I wish I had time to play now, but the wait will be worth it," he said as he covered her with a blanket and climbed into the driver’s seat.

He backed the car out of the alley and turned left. She concentrated on the turns, trying to deduce where he was going, but he kept doubling back and turned so often that, after a while, she became confused and had no idea of the direction in which they were headed.

She didn’t know who he was or where he was taking her, but it wasn’t too hard to guess what his intentions were. She hoped that he would leave her alive and that he would not hurt her too much. How was she going to survive this? What could she do?

She closed her eyes and concentrated on the music in her head. The music would help her through this as it had throughout her life. All she had to do was let it take over her thoughts, filling her mind and blocking out the horror. Slowly and methodically, she wrote the piece. As he pulled her out of the car and stripped her, the melody took shape. As he bound her breasts tightly with the thin nylon cord, she added the chorus. When he tied her to the table, bent over with her ass in the air and her breasts pressing painfully against the hard wood, she added the chords. The music filled her, the slow melody played over and over, keeping her mind separate from her body. As he raped and sodomized her, she developed the variations on the theme. She sang her song to the steady rhythm of the whip as it carved the lyrics of pain and humiliation on her back.

When he was finally finished with her that night and tied her to the steel post in the basement, blindfolded and gagged with duct tape over her mouth, he whispered of his love and commitment to her, just as a groom makes his promise to his virgin bride, to hold her and keep her until death do them part. Then he cruelly twisted her nipple, followed by a kiss on her forehead in an eerie gentle gesture of affection, before walking up the steps and closing the door. She was in total darkness in the chilly dampness of the unfinished room, not knowing when or even if he would return. She closed her eyes and composed the last notes and then let sleep overtake her, bringing her the only relief she would know in the days, weeks, months, maybe even years to come that she would be his.

Mad Lews

08-21-2005, 08:00 PM

Interesting thread. Im still reading and will comment later. In the meantime, here is one of my shorts

Sonata of Pain

years to come that she would be his.

To the Woodsman's fair game,

Write On! Not that I'm the type to leap out of the seventies or anything. You've made a splendid contribution with that lovely little vignette from the musically inclined. I'm more into dance myself but to each their own and we all play with the talents we got. I do hope you won't be a stranger and feel free to brighten up this thread whenever the spirit moves you.
You and Woodsman have a bright and sparkly eve. ;)

Mad Lews

Ruby

08-22-2005, 06:21 PM

Mad Lews,

That was quite a tale.
I'm sure that Lien will get his just rewards.

Woodsman'sgame,

Wow! Please visit and contribute often.

Who's next???

Microwave0ven

09-02-2005, 01:08 AM

Well, I've certainly been reading in here quite a bit.. i guess i should try my own first contribution..

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Looking very out of place, a slim young man with dirty blonde hair walked into the bar. It was more of an upper-class bar, located in the richer area of town. He sat down at an empty table after ordering a drink to look at his surroundings. He took a sip of the brandy, savouring the taste. Rich red carpet, chandelier lighting, gold-plated decorations on the wall. Definitely more like a five-star hotel than anything else. Where better to play his game? He had nothing to lose already. Buried in his own thoughts, he was unaware of the purple eyes watching him from across the room.

The woman was tall and was dressed in a sharp-looking business suit. She luxuriated in one of the back booths with a glass of red wine. Her long legs were encased in shiny black leather boots that gleamed. She was dressed in a white dress shirt with a black suit jacket and a matching black skirt. The young man, dressed in a faded blue t-shirt and equally faded and worn black jeans looked tired and wrung out. He looked to be in his late teens or ealy twenties, but had the look of experience in his eyes. The woman allowed herself a small smile when he stood and approached the gambling tables. She signalled and from behind her, a man approached.

"Yes Ms. Kawdins? What would be your pleasure this evening?" the attendant asked respectfully with a slight bow and smile. He waited attentively, notepad in hand, for her response.

She inclined her head towards him, not taking her eyes off her target. "That one." she declared, "I want him financially ruined beyond repair before I join the game. The signal will be the dealer pulling on his ear twice."

The attendant nodded, "It will be done." He hurried off to the dealer, taking him aside before the game started and whispering the instructions into his ear. Ms Kawdins watched from her seat and saw the dealer nodding his understanding.

The young man didn't notice much, just that he kept losing. He fiercely forced himself to smile. This is what you wanted, isn't it? Lose everything. Hit rock bottom. He bared his teeth at the dealer and nodded. "Another round." The players around him hissed and muttered complaints about not trusting that he had the money. A few players collected their winnings and dropped out, and a new player stepped in. A woman.

Ms Kawdin joined the game at the dealer's signal. Everyone settled, and they began to play. She started off the betting with $5000. Many of the other players, businessmen who were playing just for fun and relaxation snorted and folded. As she'd hoped, the young man stubbornly stayed in the game. When it was her turn again, she raised her bet to $25000. Only two other players stayed in the game aside from the young man

She won the round with no problem, and with a light smile, stood, saying "I'll collect my winnings now then. I have to go for the night." One by one, the players reached deep into their wallets and handed the cash into her outstretched, waiting hand.

When she came around to the young man, he shrugged helplessly. He looked into her face then dropped his gaze. "Sorry, I don't got it now."

Ms Kawdin glared, her piercing purple gaze burning through him. She motioned and two burly security guards arrived at her side in tandem. "Take him to the back room." she snapped. One of the behemoths grabbed the boy's arm, twisting it behind him while the other guard clapped a cloroformed cloth over the struggling boy's mouth and nose. They dragged his inert body away as Ms Kawdin handed each of the players $500 before following them to the back room.

Mad Lews

09-02-2005, 02:18 AM

Well, I've certainly been reading in here quite a bit.. i guess i should try my own first contribution..

Dear Micro Wave,
A vibrant introduction, now where do I go for the rest of the story? I mean I hate to complain but that was just unfair. You can't just write the introduction to a great story and disappear into the back room closing the door behind you. Please tell us you're intentions are more honorable and you have a plan to continue this story. Oh and my thanks for the contribution, you ought to do that more often.
Mad Lews

Ranai

09-02-2005, 06:34 AM

Mmmm, what a pleasant opening.

The way you introduce your characters is elegant. Not too much information, just enough to give us an idea and tickle our curiousity. The mysterious young man has his secrets, and Ms Kawdin and her private goons are clearly up to no good.

With the 'Take him to the back room' you have created one of those delightful F/m/m moments where the female character, lazy, merely gives orders and watches obedient male minions with defenceless male prey. I find this very hot. (Psst... try to act surprised. ;) )

Atmosphere, tension, action... Thank you, M0!

Microwave0ven

09-06-2005, 01:30 PM

Mad Lews - firstly, thanks for taking the time to read the story. About the 'rest' of the story... I often write little shorts like this for openings to other stories, but never get around to writing the rest of the story.
I end up using them for openings to email-type roleplays, usually. If someone wants to roleplay with me, the rest of the story might happen...or if my imagination works something out. :P and yes, I'll see about more contributions in this thread in the future!

Ranai - *stands mouth agape in shock* there, suprised enough for you? hehehe :P glad you're enjoying it though!

Ranai

09-07-2005, 02:52 AM

*Marvels at the portrait of the artist as a young man.* --> :jawdrop:

*Wanders off all confuzzled :confused:, muttering: 'He coulda guessed, couldn't he?'*

*Continues contemplating back rooms and their wondrous possibilities.*

Ruby

09-22-2005, 04:04 PM

Ooooooh! MO, you are such a tease. I love it.

The story leaves such vivid pictures in my brain,
the fantasy waiting to be continued.

Please be a good pet and tell me what happens next. Whatever it is, I hope the both participants enjoy themselves.

Microwave0ven

09-26-2005, 09:59 PM

nopenope, i don't even know how the rest goes... mind gets a writer's blockage when it gets past that bit. any help to finish the story would be nice :p

meanwhile, another clip i wrote, this one's from some time ago. am working on yet another clip already in my mind. sometimes i get these opening clips bouncing in my head, end up writing them down. the new one i'm working on is a diff style than i usually write, so should be interesting if it works out

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Jason surveyed the town he was nearing with the arrogance of youth. Only a small town, but if he was careful, it would be good pickings for maybe a few weeks. Thievery was his trade, and he never could really stay in a town long enough to set down his roots. If he stayed longer, someone was sure to notice his illegal activites and report him to the proper authorities.

He shook his head, recalling the last time he'd overstayed his welcome in a town. Rather, he was welcome, but his clumsiness got him caught during a job, stealing the mayor's wife's jewelry. He'd been so close, but because he couldn't resist giving her beautifully pale and serene sleeping form a light kiss on the forehead, he was caught in the act as she woke up. She'd screamed, alerting everyone in the household to his presence so that he had to drop his belongings and run.

This sleepy little town in the country looked quiet enough though, from what he could see. It was evening already, the glow of the setting sun was fading to dusk and the warmth that the earth had absorbed during the day was beginning to radiate out again. Jason took his time hiking down from the hill and walking the path into the city. A few cars passed him on the way in. While he had his thumb out for hitchiking, none stopped.

In disgust, he reached the town breathing slightly harder than usual, with sweat staining through his t-whirt. At least it was a nice clean town, he reasoned to himself. He noted the small, dark alleys that he passed, opportunities for later on. After quite a bit more walking, he found a small, shoddy looking motel. It looked very out of place next to the neat little inns he passed along the way. However, it was cheap, so he paid for a week's rent.

After Jason had gotten himself comfortable in his home for the next week, unloading his bag and hanging up his t-shirt and jeans, he got changed and prepared to go out for a bit of a drink. The night was young, after all, and he might be able to snag some cash or some company along the way. He found his way to the Pink Flamingo Bar, apparently one of only three bars in town.

He spent a few hours inside, sipping a light beer and just enjoying the atmosphere of the bar. It was a change from the usual loud, rowdy parties he'd attended. He looked around the place, and saw that security cameras and guards were all over the place. The inside of this bar wasn't a likely place he could do his work. He paid for his drink and left.

Hanging around outside, he spotted an attractive woman wearing a sexy red outfit and holding a purse lightly to her side, just coming out of the bar. She looked very confident of herself, and Jason smiled with anticipation of the hunt, so to speak. He slipped easily into the shadows, his black tshirt and black jeans camoflaging him right away, and followed her as she walked down the block.

When the woman was nearing a housing complex, he walked closer on silent feet. Jason reached out, intent only on his goal, but just before his hand touched her purse, her other hand clamped down on his wrist.

Mad Lews

09-28-2005, 04:35 PM

nopenope, i don't even know how the rest goes... mind gets a writer's blockage when it gets past that bit. any help to finish the story would be nice :p

Hi Mic O,
Nice opening, you drop us off with a surprising show of strength. So what have we gotten into with this fair young maiden in red? Definitely dangerous, maybe malevolent, but what's the source of her strength. ( if you say she has the strength of ten because her heart is pure I'm out of here).
Seriously any idea as to what you've created? First thoughts are a Vamp, which could lead to a little poetic justice for your thief. Ruby could offer more helpful ideas if you wanted to go in that direction.
I'd have to mull over other possibilities but I'd be interested in a little more enlightenment. Can you give us a little more insight? What's she like? Is she angry at the thief's feeble attempt? Does she feel contempt, or is she amused maybe, and perhaps willing to play with her prey for a bit before ....
Yours truly,
Mad Lews

daddiebear50

09-28-2005, 09:00 PM

Your question is old, but I think it's interesting, so I'll post a few reasons.

Why we call it pussy.

Because they are furry, down there.

Because at first they are like a strange cat. Snarling, hissing, etc., but once you get their friendship, they roll on their back and suck up all the attention you will give them.

Because some poor country hick couldn't afford a sheep, so used a substitute, and was so satisfied, he ran thru the village, screaming of the encounter causing all the menfolk to grab their women and get some ‘pussy’ themselves.

Because some women have very feline habits. (finicky, oft wonder off to do their own thing ignoring you. Eat only when they feel like it, not at mealtime, and have a tendency to walk at their own pace, again ignoring you (ever tried to walk a cat).

Because women have feline movements. Esp some. Saw one that while filling my prescription moved so cat like and sexy, it was better than any exotic dance. Back in the days before glassed in and over crowded drug stores.

Because of the way they curl up on the couch, like a cat. All tucked in and cozy.

Because if you go down, and do it right, it’s like a cat cleaning itself.

daddiebear50

09-28-2005, 09:35 PM

The doorbell rang. He checked the clock, and put down his book. He looked thru the peephole. Late 30sr, buxom, but a lovely face, contorted with worry, and maybe a little fright. He left her standing there for 5 minutes, enjoying her furtive glances around, and silent pleading for the door to open. To her credit, she stayed still, and didn’t re-ring the bell.
Finally, he opened the door, and said.

“Hello, what can I do for you?”
“I…I came to see you.”
She said in a lovely voice, but just over a whisper.
“Speak up girl,” he said. “And why did you come to see me?” He watched as the emotions played across her face.

She glanced about nervously before saying. “I…I’ve come…” another quick glance behind her. “for.. my… tttraining.” She got out. You could tell she was concerned how thick the walls of the apartments were.
He gave her no quarter. He knew the doors blocked sound much more poorly than the walls. Besides, the girl next door had already been thru his training, to her older live-in partner’s delight. But there was also a new family in the apartment downstairs. A wife in her mid thirties, and a nice teen daughter. Maybe they would hear, by the time he finished with her mother, the girl would be of age.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that.” He said too loudly. “Training? What kind of training.” He heard a stifled giggle from next door. So had she, and her eyes grew to saucers, and a severe blush rushed over her face and neck. He wondered how much farther it extended. He would find out shortly.
She looked at him pleadingly. He just stared into her eyes, finally giving an exaggerated questioning tilt to his head, though there was none on his face.
She looked aghast at the door to my right, and then glanced back down the stairs. Then she turned back to him, but his eyes just bored into hers with the message. Yes, you must.

“I’ve come for my sex training.” She said it firmly, thought not near as loud as he had been.
“That’s not what I do, and nor what you want. Tell me again, correctly this time.” he said. You could see the turmoil and anger on her face. But after only seconds you could she her remember what it had been like when she thought that she had ruined her chance on her first attempt, and the relief and joy, when she got the e-mail of another chance. Her face changed to one of determination.

“I’ve come for my slave training.” She said in a full voice. Her modesty kept it from being a shout.
“Very well. ” He said. “You will undress here in the hall. Completely. So STRIP.”

The panic was back in her eyes. Her head swept the hall, and then the full wall of windows at the back of the stairs. But she knew she had to comply. It just made the resulting blush that much deeper in her shame. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it to the floor. I was right the blush covered her upper chest, and though lighter, disappeared under the edge of her brassier. She fumbled with the catch of her slacks, she was shaking so hard. She started to push them down, and as they cleared her panties, there was the click of a lock, and her eyes darted to my right. There was also a restrained moan. I recognized it as one of penetration from the next door. I could imagine two eyes in the crack of the door. One high and one lower. It brought a tight smile to my lips. Now her blush couldn’t have been deeper, if she had used maroon paint.

She realized then that the longer she took to undress the longer she would endure the prying eyes. She snapped the pants down and off her legs, taking her shoes with them. She hadn’t even kicked them away, before she was reaching for the back of her bra. She shucked out of it quickly, and reached for her panties, and flung them down and off, almost falling, and having to grab the wall to catch herself. There were muffled rhythmic pants to my right. Obviously someone’s hand was stuffed in someone’s mouth.
Realizing what she had to do, she stood straight, hands at her side. He nodded, and stepped back, and waved her into the room. As he closed the door, he heard another door bang shut and rattle violently. He smiled, he wasn’t the only one that had enjoyed his new slut’s humiliation. He turned and saw a girl before him, biting her lip. Obviously, she didn’t like the idea of all her clothes left in the hall for all to see. He just turned and walked to the living room, and sat in his favorite chair. She followed.

She couldn’t figure out what to do, or where to stand. Her eyes settled on the long coffee table, linear to my chair. On it were several papers.
Finally, he looked up into her eyes. “Kneel by the table, knees wide, and hands behind your back.” He said.

Despite having stripped in near public, and standing naked in a stranger’s apartment, she hesitated, like it was beyond her ability to cope. Slowly she approached the table, and lowered herself to her knees. Her hands went to the small of her back, one clasping the other. You could see her brain fighting with her muscles as she slowly parted her knees.

“This is the position you will take whenever you enter my presence.” He told her. “Of course, you will always be naked here. You will also assume this position any time I tell you to kneel. Here, or in public. Clothed or naked.” You could see her obvious wince at the words public, clothed or naked. “Do you understand?” He could tell she was still focused on ‘public’. It took a few seconds to realize that a question had followed.

He watched as her mouth gaped for long seconds. The internal struggle was interesting to watch, he thought for a minute she would make an objection, or bolt from the room. But finally, she closed her eyes and then her mouth. Slowly she opened her eyes again. There was a hint of tears in them, but she didn’t speak, just blinked several times to try to clear them. She waited for him to speak again.

“It is time we covered the basics of your training.” He began. “I believe you now have a better idea of what is ahead, but beside you are the rules and requirements of your training. There is also a contract, agreeing to be trained, and releasing yourself to me for the purpose of your training, and agreeing to the any means thereof, and use of your body for said purpose. I want you to pick them up and read them now.“

Despite what she had been through, and what she wanted, she was still terrified of reading the papers. Would they contain things that she couldn’t handle or be able to do. Would the contract bind her to do horrible things, or to him forever. Slowly she started to reach for the documents.
She picked up the first document. I was the contract. She read it over slowly. The first part covered her agreeing to the training as a sexual submissive; the payment for training, and her purchasing agreement. As it continued with a statement agreeing to full sexual use (three holes specified) and the acceptance of corporal and other punishments and bondage. She started to sweat, and breathe more slowly, and deeply.

He gave her a few minutes to digest what she had read. Then he addressed her
“Are you prepared to sign the contract, and live up to all of the conditions.” He said. Slowly, she nodded her head. He waited. It took long seconds before she got the point.
“Yes, Sir.” She said. He gently took her chin, and lifted it slowly till she met his eyes.
“I will not allow you to disappoint me.” He said.

“Move to the end of the table and kneel up to it, then, bend over the table and place the contract in front of you with the pen beside it.” He waited while she complied.
“You are to read the contract out loud.” He continued. “You will then ask for permission to sign it. When accepted, you will sign all three copies on the top line only. Once you have signed, the contract will be consummated. Since you failed in you first attempt to visit, instead of priming your cunt, I will be lubing your ass, as you read.”

Her head snapped up, and a small cry escaped her lips. He just stared back at her with out emotion and continued. “When you have finished signing, you will beg for your use. You will ask in as many various ways as you can think of, using the most graphic terms. I will not consummate the agreement, until I am satisfied with your sincerity, and terminology. Then during the act, you will continue, by telling me how much you want it, how much you want it fully or harder, how glad you are to receive it, and how it fells, again, using graphic terms. Do you understand?
She was still staring back into his eyes. But now her mouth was opened, and her eyes, again, like saucers.

“Or you may go out the door, dress and never return.” He said.
Her mouth snapped closed. He knew that by the time his trainees got to this point, he was sure that not getting the training, was worse than the fears they all got at this point. He had never had one not sign. He screened them too well beforehand.

"Yes Sir.........I Jane.........."

Mad Lews

09-29-2005, 02:10 AM

Mad Lews

09-29-2005, 02:28 AM

daddiebear50

09-30-2005, 04:51 PM

Nice short, can we look forward to hearing more about Jane's adventures in the BDSM Story library maybe?
Take care and keep writing

That was the idea, but my writing has stalled. (because it takes twice as long to edit, as write, due to poor grammer and typeing skills) Have several stories started, but too busy reading, and playing in the academy. Maybe I'll have to get back to the old grind stone.

Nikita

09-30-2005, 08:12 PM

That was the idea, but my writing has stalled. (because it takes twice as long to edit, as write, due to poor grammer and typeing skills) Have several stories started, but too busy reading, and playing in the academy. Maybe I'll have to get back to the old grind stone.

I was browsing this thread last night and printed your short take. This is not something I usually do. I couldn't sleep until I read it the second time.

The vision of "I, Jane" bent over signing the contract while the trainer was at the other end checking her punctuation was priceless. :D Mmm, erotic visuals. I want to "see" more of the story.

The other elements you added were cool, too, like the tidbits about training the neighbor's girlfriend, etc. :eek: When's that story coming out?

C'mon...do the girl a favor and finish the goddam story. :Poke:

Nikita

erotic_nibbles

10-04-2005, 05:09 AM

Oh my oh my oh my!.........looks like I've been missing out on some juicy stories......woohoo!

Microwave0ven.....you need to let us know what is happening in that back room hun!

daddiebear50.....I have a feeling that it wouldn't be polite to grab a Dom male that I don't know and shake him hard to try to get him to spill the rest of the story......lol...Hmmm........so instead I'll just pout adorably and say, "Pwetty pweese, tell us more, Sir."......and nice to meet you :)

Mad....ya big sweetie...I see you have been keeping busy while I've been off pretending to have a real life...lol....nugggggggggggsssssssssssssssss.....k eep it up hun keep it up...and I mean that in every naughty way possible...wink wink :D

~~nibbles~~

Mad Lews

10-06-2005, 01:33 AM

erotic_nibbles

10-06-2005, 06:02 AM

TY Mad....It's great to be back around more....I missed all you guys! :)

~~nibbles~~

EdgeOfHuman

10-16-2005, 10:27 PM

I am not sure if this is what you were thinking of....but, thought I would give it a shot....a little "She said, He said".....and left to the reader to finish....

Touch The Flame

His eyes still focused on mine he pulls me closer and kisses me again before standing up beside the bed. His image is very faint in the flickering candle light. He moves to the candle and takes it in his hand as he walks away. My heart races and my voice trembles...."Please don't leave."
He turns and looks at me...the candle lights his smiling face. "I'm not leaving little one." He places the candle on the table then lifts the window, allowing the crisp winter air to whip through the room. My body feels chilled as the cold breeze fills the room. I pull the blanket up over me as I feel the cool air bite at my skin. His voice breaks the silence, "No blankets little one. Lay back on the bed and expose yourself to cold air."
I quickly push the blankets to the floor and lay back with my legs spread slightly to expose myself to my Master as he wishes. I can see his face as he picks the candle back up and the flame jumps and dances in the breeze. I watch Him intently as he ties me to the bed with the silk scarves from the dresser. He moves back around the bed and takes the candle in his hand lifting it up and making his face more visible to me.

I smile as the cool breeze moves across the stone floor, relishing the way her nipples react to its bite. This is always the best part, seeing her desire form and build upward... wanting........needing.......begging for the hot wax to free her. The liquid wax forms at the lip of the blood red candle...building...slipping......falling.....in a graceful arc toward her supple skin. My smile deepens as she winces slightly at the caress of the candle's wax.
The droplet splashes slightly underneath her erect nipple, spreading across her sweet skin ever so quickly. The room is so still as her sudden gasp, for air, echoes from the walls. She whimpers for another soft kiss of the maroon liquid.
The air is thick with the mulberry scent of the candles that light the velvet-curtained walls. The wax forms another droplet...her nipples tauten further in anticipation of the next stroke…. it falls…..her breath halts in midair. Then two more drops follow in rapid succession, veiling her entire nipple in a thin maroon cocoon. The room echoed with her sigh as she regained the precious air surrounding her.

Chuckdom19

10-16-2005, 10:40 PM

A beautiful, quick tale. I complement you on your writing, and on the view from the sub... something tells me this is fleshed out with real experience, or many dreams.

Lovely.

erotic_nibbles

10-17-2005, 01:14 AM

I am not sure if this is what you were thinking of....but, thought I would give it a shot....a little "She said, He said".....and left to the reader to finish....
OOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo very nice :D

~~nibbles~~

Mad Lews

10-17-2005, 10:03 AM

I am not sure if this is what you were thinking of....but, thought I would give it a shot....a little "She said, He said".....and left to the reader to finish....

[/I]

Dear EoH,
As you are aware this thread has very strict criterion and your short take has skirted the edge of several of them. :rolleyes: I guess we have no choice but to ask you to expand the scene, flesh this out by a few thousand more words, and submit it to the story side of the library. It's the only way we'll discover what happens when the wax works it's way lower. :eek: ( And has she already been waxed down there?)
Sorry to make all that extra work for you... no I'm not but I suspect I'm supposed to say that :D .
Great intro though and I'd love to read more of your writing.
Mad Lews

learningtopleez

10-17-2005, 04:01 PM

Beautifully written EdgeOfHuman....makes a gal wanna be there!! ;)

We want more!! :)

EdgeOfHuman

10-17-2005, 11:45 PM

chksng19, erotic_nibbles, Mad Lews and LTP,

Thank you all.....I appreciate the kind comments. If I can find more time I may one day finish this piece....til then, if there is someone out there that would care to help finish it from the Lady's point of view, that would be fun and could inspire the completion sooner. Just a thought ~~silently hoping~~.

Nikita

10-18-2005, 01:10 PM

Edge:

You got me on edge...butt... can't leave a girl hanging. :(

There's been a lot of that happening lately... :D

Have you done this before? Sounds convincing :p ...Let us know if you finish this. ;)

Nikita

pejanon

10-22-2005, 04:04 PM

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's
work and offered something myself ...
hope you like it.

Seven Swats Game by Pejanon

The natural born brat asked for it.

Nikita offered a paddle to the Wolf. As she bent over, her tennis
dress barely covered the situation. She smiled under her eyelashes, until
she felt the first swat!

"You asked for it" smiled the Wolf.

He hefted the paddle, threw it in the air, and admired the glint of
light on the smooth, polished, wooden handle. He caught it midair.

The Wolf draped Nike over his knees and made sure her arms were
pinned beneath her body, her hands at a strategic place.

Lifting her tennis dress a little more, he was in no mood for anything
'barely' covered, only bare.

The Wolf moved his over the naked globes. They twitched at his touch.
As his hand stroked the hem of her dress, he enjoyed the difference; the
boundary between Nike's bare flesh and the dress. He moved to a spot
between her shoulder blades, to hold her firmly in place.

"Are you ready, Nikita? You have to count, you know!"

"Yes Mr. Wolf!" she quipped sweetly, batting her eyelashes.

"I hope you realize this is tennis."

Nike knitted her eyebrows, then brightened and nodded.

He swung and connected.

The left cheek trembled and exploded in pain.

Nike let out a gulp of air. The Wolf waited.

"Fifteen?"

"Yes. Good Nikita!"

He swung again. She jerked forward.

"Umm, fifteen - all?"

"Thaaaats right! Now for the ace!"

The Wolf served an ace. Nike didn't look so smug now as she bit her
lip.

"Thirty - fifteen!"

"You know how to keep score! Not just ask questions! We'll teach you
some respect, yet! And he swung again, sharply.

"Oomph...!" coughed Nike as a tear ran down her flushed cheek.

"Thirty - thirty!"

"Are you sure? Perhaps we should call this game a forfeit and start
again?"

"No no..." she quickly calculated ... fifteen none was on the left,
right was fifteen all, then left was thirty fifteen ... then right again ...
"It's forty fifteen, Sir!"

"Too late....This is double fault, Nikita!" he swats her again, just to keep
ass blush evenly distributed.

"That is thirty - thirty! And this will be ..." as he smacked her right
cheek real hard, he admired it's firmness, its remarkable bounce. The
Wolf loves bouncy bums; he also loves her squirming in his lap. Sweat
suddenly dampened her white dress. Nike gasped for air. Both cheeks
burned and she was not sure of the score.

"Thirty forty, Sir?"

"Oh yes, Nikita, and now, will this be game point?"

He slapped Nikita's red ass sharp and hard. Again, she jerked forward.
Tears welled in her eyes, from pain, humiliation, excitement, or all
three.

"Deuce...err...forty - forty," sobbed Nike.

"Then someone must take this game. Who?" he asked as he moved his hand
across the tenderized flesh of Nike's burning bottom.

The Wolf paused to push his finger between the heated cheeks and found
incredible sweet wetness. He brought the finger to his lips.

"Who's to win, Nikita? Left or right?"

Still trembling from his touch, her ass cheeks twitching, she whispered
"Left, Sir."

"Left what?"

"My left cheek needs another swat, sir,...to win."

He swung fast and hard. Nikita almost flew off his lap, but he held
her firm.

"And a game to Nikita!"

The Wolf waited for the sobbing. There was none. He caressed her bald
pussy. It was almost difficult to grasp, so sleek and moist, but he
managed. He flipped her over and held her with her buttocks pressed
together, pelvis thrust upwards, lower legs hanging across his arm, and one
tennis shoe hanging from her foot.

He brushed her flushed face, and gazed into her liquid eyes.

"What do you say...after such a lesson?"

Nikita stammered "Th.... th ..."

"What? Say it!"

copyright (c) by Wolff

for the One who MADE me do it!

Microwave0ven

10-22-2005, 04:13 PM

pejanon, nice writing! short and sweet, and unusual idea of counting :) i quite enjoyed it!

erotic_nibbles

10-22-2005, 04:14 PM

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's work and offered something myself ...hope you like it.
I liked it! :D

<---squirming in her chair now wishing her bottom had gotten to "score".....woohoo!

~~nibbles~~

Mad Lews

10-22-2005, 04:29 PM

It was hight time I stopped just 'playing smart' with other people's
work and offered something myself ...
hope you like it.

Seven Swats Game by Pejanon

copyright (c) by Wolff

for the One who MADE me do it!

Damn fine piece Pej,
And she made you do it too. Lucky Wolff
Now about those sticky leather straps they wrap the racket handle with...

We knew you'ld come through with a winner Pej.
So who's next?
Mad Lews

pejanon

10-22-2005, 05:17 PM

Thank you,

I was just thinking about ways to make tennis more interesting ... then she twisted my arm ... I HAD to oblige... poor me.

Leather straps, yea and the net, don't forget the Net. :D

Pej

Microwave0ven

10-23-2005, 12:58 AM

Vanessa smiled mischievously, sprawled on the cool clean white covers of her bed. She picked up the cordless phone and dialled his number, knowing that he would likely be asleep. This would be a good test for him.

The phone rang and rang and rang again. Then, he picked up. His irritated, sleep befuddled voice came across the headset, "What the HELL do you want at 4 in the morning?! Call back later!!" The phone clicked violently as if he'd slammed the receiver down.

Unfazed, she took out a small black notebook and made a small mark in it. Then, she phoned again.

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He'd been roused from a deep sleep by the shrill ring of the phone beside the bed. He answered the phone, then turned over to go back to sleep. Not even half a minute later, the phone rang again. He groaned and reached for the phone again. With a theatrical sigh, he growled, "I SAID call back in the morning!" He was about to put the phone down again, but something made him pause a moment, then ask, "Who is this anyway?"

To his profound dismay, a silky sweet female voice answered him, "Mark dear, you need to learn some manners when answering the phone. Come to my place tomorrow evening at 6pm. I have guests over, and you will be part of the entertainment."

Mark gulped and replied in a near-whisper, "But I have plans and ..

"If you have plans, cancel them. I'm only having this party once." she cut him off smoothly, "And that's a second mark by your name. Back door tonight in your usual attire."

"Who is coming to the party?" asked Mark in a worried tone of voice. He was intensely shy about this part of his life and he never talked about it much to friends or family.

Vanessa's voice snapped, "My friends. It's no concern of yours. Your job is to serve and obey. That's another mark for questioning my choice of friends. Anything else you'd care to add?" she asked sarcastically. At his silence, she finished, "I'll see you tonight then. 6 pm sharp!"

Defeated, Mark hung his head, "Yes, mistress."

He gently laid the phone back on its cradle. Why did he always have to talk before he thought things through? Now his plans for the night would have to be changed. He'd call Bryan in the morning. Tomorrow, he wouldn't get much sleep for sure, he might as well get some sleep now.

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She sat back and looked disappointedly at the three marks by her boy's name. He'd been doing so well this past week, not a single mark by his name, until now. She placed the notebook on the bedside table and turned off the lamp. Tomorrow would be a long and interesting day.

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to be continued...

:eek: did you read that right? Mo's actually going to continue a story? why yes! it's your lucky day... Mo appears to have the rest of this little story planned out, and will be slowly put on the computer! :D

J's blu

10-23-2005, 06:46 AM

yummy game of tennis Pejanon Sir! although i must say the method of scoring is new to me.

and MO! nice story coming along there. applause for you.

pejanon

10-23-2005, 11:37 AM

Hello MO - lucky day? What is so lucky about being treated to such a smooth opening and then - left hanging? :D

Three marks for mark - lucky fellow! ;)

Do not take too long, please.

I do like how you do it - it is fast but it does not seem hurried.

Thank you - J' blu - I COULD explain the scoring - butt don't you think it's better if you do not know WHAT are you going to score, WHERE - and most importantly HOW? :D

Have fun.

Microwave0ven

10-23-2005, 02:22 PM

She woke up a few hours later afer a refreshing catnap. The first thing she did was dial her good friend Master Bryan's number. "Good morning, Bryan!" She greeted him when he picked up.

"Hey cupcake!" he responded in his usual good humor. She could hear the smile in his voice. "What's up, darling?"

Vanessa laughed at his teasing tone, knowing he didn't mean anything he said, "I'm having a party tonight, big guy, you have the time to come?" she tempted.

He sighed audibly, "Why didn't you tell me earlier? I've got a date tonight with a guy I met at the gym and who also goes to the club near my place." he excused himself, "I noticed him always looking at me, so we've chatted a bit and he's a nice guy."

"And?...." Vanessa knew there was more to it if Bryan was going on a date with the guy.

"He's pretty cute, brown hair, green eyes, about a head shorter than me...and I think he might be a sub." admitted Bryan, "I hope to get him introduced to this later on."

Something nagged at the edge of Vanessa's mind but she couldn't put her finger on it. Bryan was pretty tall and the description sounded almost like..."What's his name?"

"Mark. He's kinda youngish.. but -" Bryan broke off. "Hang on, I've got an incoming call. I'll be back in a minute, putting you on hold."

Mark was the guy's name. Vanessa's mind clicked the pieces together. If her idea was right, she had a pretty good picture of who was calling Bryan right now. She busied herself cleaning up her room while the phone played soft jazz interspersed with the 'on hold' message.

A few minutes later, Bryan's voice came through again. "Hello? You still there, cupcake?" He sounded a bit less bright and happy than he had sounded when she first called him.

"Of course I'm still here, silly! Where would I go?" she replied, "So what were we talking about again?"

He laughed a little, "Your party, I believe it was. Well, my plans have changed for tonight." he replied ruefully, "If your invitation's still open, I can come."

Vanessa giggled, "For you, the invitation's definitely still open! Come at 7, we'll have snacks, drinks, girls and a bit of entertainment that I think you'll be happy to take part in."

"The girls, I'm not so interested in, but the snacks, drinks and entertainment sounds fine to me!" returned Bryan, "So I'll see you at 7pm then!"

They both hung up. Mistress Vanessa whistled cheerfully as she started preparing for the evening's party. She reviewed Mark's completed activity checklist for what he would and would not consider doing and smiled when she found what she was looking for marked as 'willing to try'.

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Mark gulped as he dialed Bryan's number. He really didn't want to cancel but he had to. He nervously licked his lips waiting for Bryan to pick up. After a couple nerve-wracking rings, Bryan picked up and his warm reassuring voice was heard, "Hello, this is Bryan speaking."

"Hey Bryan? This is Mark."

"Oh, Mark! How are things going for you? Is tonight still a go?"

Mark wondered how Bryan had guessed the reason for his call and blushed, thinking about their original plans for the night had been. "Ah, that's why I called you, actually. Something came up unexpectedly...so I can't make it."

Bryan didn't say anything for a long moment and Mark was just getting nervous again when he finally spoke. "That's too bad, I was really looking forward to tonight. There'll be other times though, I'm sure."

Mark sighed in relief, he wasn't mad. "Yeah..." he trailed off a bit, "Maybe we could definitely arrange something later. I'm really sorry for letting you know so late, but it just came up, you know..."

"It's okay, things happen." replied Bryan dismissively with a bit of disappointment, "I'll see you later then, maybe at the gym or the club or something."

"Alright, tomorrow, perhaps." Mark hoped that tomorrow he wouldn't be too sore from his lessons tonight. "Later!"

With regret, he ended the call and got ready to go to work. Preparing ahead of time for the night since he wouldn't have much time after work, he carefully showered and shaved his entire body. He also inserted a small butt plug and slid on a cock ring, knowing she would want him completely needy for the evening's entertainment. Thus attired, he donned his clothes and headed off to a long, uncomfortable day at the office.

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to be continued yet again! Little sections, small breaks.. it's better this way, give you readers a breather in between.

J's blu - thank you so much and glad you're enjoying so far!

pejanon - I appear to have a bit of a reputation for leaving stories hanging.. but teasing is ever so fun! :P It's coming along, slowly..

learningtopleez

10-23-2005, 03:18 PM

Slowly but surely Mo darlin'! Or....better late than never is one of my favorites that I'm sure you can relate to...lol! ;) Btw hun....I am just lovin' your story! It's cumming along very nicely! :)

And pejanon Sir....a very nice tail! :p I like! :)

Mad Lews

10-23-2005, 04:55 PM

to be continued yet again! Little sections, small breaks.. it's better this way, give you readers a breather in between.

J's blu - thank you so much and glad you're enjoying so far!

pejanon - I appear to have a bit of a reputation for leaving stories hanging.. but teasing is ever so fun! :P It's coming along, slowly..

MO,
you're getting to be as much a tease as Vanessa , and probably just as devious.
We await your continuation. Keep it up :p , and keep up the writing too.
Mad

Nikita

10-23-2005, 05:58 PM

MO:

I wait with bated breath for your next take on this tail, (mispelling intended.) The witty dialogue and affectations bring to mind characters from Will & Grace, with Karen disguised as Vanessa. :p

Please continue...and I agree with the rest, you are a tease with a capital T. :D

Chuckles,

Nikita

Nikita

10-25-2005, 08:57 AM

While we wait for the next installment of MO's tome, and anyone else's, thought I'd post a real short, short.

I was sooo disappointed with my lunch date. :( Purposely late, I hoped she would be annoyed enough to want to spank me. :smackbum: Tanya called me at home to find out where I was. "Just getting in my car," I said breathlessly. My panties were wet at the thought of being disciplined in one form or another as I raced to the cafe. It was twenty minutes past our appointed time and she wasn't there. :Omfg:

Remorse was building. Was she was playing mind games with me like I did her? :Oops:Horrors. She had me by the short hairs already. I had no cell phone number for her. Oh my God, what to do? :hmmm: I sat in the cafe, patientley, a trembling bundle of ponytails and vinegar.

Five minutes passed. A tall, thin, wisp of a woman, dressed all in black, wrapped her bony arms around me in a gentle hug. Flowing red hair and a full head taller than I, she was a commanding presence.:woman:
My nerves were totally shot, as if I swerved to avoid a car accident. The tension was thick.

Tanya was carrying a heavy, black, leather purse with bullet sized silver grommets. It was big enough to carry handcuffs and a small flogger, perhaps a ball gag. too.:whip2:

She smiled magnanimously as if she knew I was uncertain. I paid for lunch in reparation for my lateness, but wait, it wasn't over yet.

We talked in hushed tones of things that should not be heard by others. The topics varied but were definitely outside the box. Then, to my utter horror, she pulled a Bible out of her bag. I wanted to cry.:jawdrop:
She had succeeded in breaking me.

Microwave0ven

10-25-2005, 10:49 AM

ltp of course! slow and steady wins the race! ;) thank you! Still waiting on the mail system to process, but i'm sure it'll get here soon

Mad hehehe, yep, :) writing's fun!

nikita thank you, i'm glad you're enjoying!
I really like your story, an awesome twist on the short (I nearly started laughing out loud - in class), and the emoticons really work well! it's an emotistory!

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At exactly five minutes to six, the doorbell rang a single note. Vanessa heard it but busied herself with last minute cleaning and snack preparation. She left him waiting for another ten minutes before going to open the door.

Mark knelt on the path before the stairs to the house, naked except for a choke chain style collar and his cock ring, in the classic position with his hands lying palm-up on his knees, keeping his head up and his eyes down. She descended the stairs gracefully and stopped beside him. "Hands behind your back, boy." Vanessa cuffed his wrists together then clipped a lead to his collar. "Come." she said cheerfully with a light tug on the leash accompanying the command. She waited for him to get his balance after standing up and led him into the house.

Vanessa brought him down into the basement that she had recently refurbished into a dungeon play-room. She was pleased at Mark's visible suprise at how the room looked. It was definitely well-equipped and very different from the bare concrete-walled room had had seen on his first visit a few weeks ago.

"Well, you sure seem to be excited," she commented with a smile, reaching down to fondle his hard cock, "Or are you looking forward to your punishment tonight?" She caught his startled glance and nodded, "Yes, you're being punished and rewarded tonight for your actions over the past week. My friends will administer the punishment and the reward. Don't worry, I'll be watching."

He dropped his gaze and she let the topic go. "And this is where you'll be staying for the majority of the evening." she said as they came to the far side of the room where an odd contraption stood. It was a pair many-jointed metal poles with rings welded to them. The pole went from the floor to the ceiling, firmly locked at the base and the top and they were set about 3 feet apart from each other.

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Mark looked around the new dungeon in awe. In his first visit to Mistress Vanessa's, he knew she just trained slaves part-time, so that they would be used to the lifestyle when they found a permanent master or mistress. This was what he'd been looking for, and he'd agreed to meet her at her house. He remembered being distinctly disappointed in the lack of sinister grandeur her basement/dungeon had. Since that first visit though, they had always scened in the living room at night, or in another part of her large house and he hadn't thought to ask why not in the basement.

She tugged him into position and fastened cold manacles around his ankles, connecting them to the lowest link in each of the two poles. A leather strap went just below his elbow and was tied to the pole at shoulder-height with his wrists shackled to the pole higher up. Mistress Vanessa stepped in front of him again, "Now, my guests are arriving soon, but first, we have something to do."

He wondered what she was talking about. She walked over to one of the walls and opened one of the wooden chests. Mark had the opportunity to take a good look at her outfit - a pair of tight black leather pants and a white and red corset. Her long brown hair was left hanging loose and swayed from side to side in a matching rhythm with her shapely hips.

She came back with a leather hood, a pair of specially designed earplugs and a gag. "We'll just put these on..." she said. She fitted the earplugs into his ear and made sure he couldn't hear anything through them. Then she picked up a corresponding headset and fiddled with it for a moment before speaking into the microphone. "Can you hear me?" There was a buzz of static, then her voice spoke into his ears. Mark nodded. She said something else, but the microphone was off, and he couldn't hear anything. "Good." she said into the microphone. The leather hood with the built-in padded blindfold went over his head and was fastened snugly with a series of buckles. Then lastly, an O-ring gag was strapped into his mouth. All light was cut off and Mark couldn't see a thing.

Mark stayed still, waiting for what would happen next. "Ah!" she exclaimed, "I nearly forgot! Raise your head." She locked a stiff leather posture collar around his neck and she let her hand linger and he eagerly tried to nuzzle her hand. All too soon, she took her hand away. "Alright, you're set now. My friends are coming soon, so be good." Mark felt the rush of air as she left the dungeon and closed the door. He was left alone in his helplessness.

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to be continued still...

Mad Lews

10-25-2005, 02:26 PM

nikita,
Leave it too you to bring a new twist to the shorts thread. Cleaver and so well done, :D now if you'll turn to romans chapter....
And why do I always want to call you nicky? Guess it's just me.

Microwave,
You seem to be enjoying this entirely too much. I'm starting to expect a serial with my cereal each morning. :p

Thanks to you both for a daily grin

Mad

learningtopleez

10-25-2005, 10:31 PM

Nikita...really luvvin' your short short take!! And you have thrown quite a curveball here!! Can't wait for more! :)

Mo....will I ever be able to call you sweetie again?? :eek: Teasing you luv....the story is fabulous! I like the way your mind works! And like Mad...I am eagerly awaiting more! :)

Nikita

10-26-2005, 07:10 AM

LTP:

Nikita...really luvvin' your short short take!! And you have thrown quite a curveball here!! Can't wait for more! :)

Would you believe this was true? My hand is on her Bible. :eek: I'm hoping there is NOT a followup to this story. I do hate being bullied into more religious drivel. In case you didn't know,
I live in the Bible belt, where shame if a virtue. Watch out for ladies with big bags. :D

Quote is from Humiliated in the End, and it is SOOOO true.

Mo:

It tickles me that you enjoyed it enough to laugh out loud in class... :p But, I'm hungry for the rest of your story...where's the rest? (she's tapping her foot impatiently.) Huh?

Mad:

Tricky Nicky? :dunno:

Pej:

Didn't know you played tennis. Great job! :D

Nik

EdgeOfHuman

10-27-2005, 12:06 AM

[QUOTE=nikita]While we wait for the next installment of MO's tome, and anyone else's, thought I'd post a real short, short.

Mmmmmmmmmmm, I do enjoy a twist......whether in the story, or in real time....very nicely done Nikita.....may we have some more please?

~~holding out empty bowl......eyes pleading~~

J's blu

10-27-2005, 08:31 AM

nikita, luvin your picture story. do you often write fables for children?? :D

MO ,mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm cumming along nicely i must say. you seem to be developing quite a talent for stringing a crowd along. you studying politics?

luv blu

orchidsoul

10-27-2005, 10:24 AM

Nikita and MO- fantastic stories!

Nikita- I love the twist and I laughed out loud at "She had succeeded in breaking me"! Great little story.

MO- you're killing me! I can barely wait to read the rest...
Maybe we can consider the next set of installs one of my honey sticks?? ;)

learningtopleez

10-27-2005, 11:00 AM

Nikita

Just wanted to say I live in the Bible Belt too...so I know exactly what you mean! :D :eek:

pejanon

10-27-2005, 04:04 PM

Nikita: Tennis? - Who said anything about tennis. Me playing tennis - what a strange idea.
Thanx

I lurved your story - I love those in which gory stuff boils behind almost 'normal' facade.
But the final instrument used - wow too vicious. :D

MO - Ok I take back that bit about be 'left hanging" - you keep delivering. Please KEEP delivering - you can't keep us just hang.... Ehm waiting. :D

Have fun

Pej

Mad Lews

10-27-2005, 07:05 PM

Figured it had been a while since I chimed in, 'sides these seem to be the only stories coming out on the site right now.

I leaned back against the window ledge and looked out over the dance floor. Two dozen fools were sliding and shuffling in a loose formation while the DJ played a song that should have died with disco. I sipped my JD on the rocks remembering why it was that I really hated weddings. I could have brought Kathy along, but you know how it is. You invite a single girl to a wedding and her brain gets all sorts of squirrelly ideas.

I should have been suspicious when Rob called. We'd done a tour together and he'd pulled me out of a tight spot. He even visited me at Walter Reed when he got back. I owed him. That was two long years ago and we hadn't seen each other since. When he called it wasn't to talk over old times. Who the fuck wants to do that!

Naw, he was getting hitched and the grooms party was a bit light. Like I said I owed him but after being volunteered for this gig I think we're about even. So there I sat in a rented tux. Positioned not ten feet from the open bar. I'd skipped the chicken dinner and was working on a nice sociable buzz. A Jack Daniels or two helps.

I probably wasn't the first to notice her; I couldn't help staring as she sauntered across the dance floor. She was more than pleasant to look at, tall and tight and on the prowl. Her raven hair fell in loose ringlets bouncing just off her shoulders, A cute little light blue skirt tried real hard to reach the middle of her thighs. She had a pair of matching powder blue heels that lifted her calves almost three inches. Yeah, she was working the whole package and she knew all the boys were getting real attentive.

When she reached the stage she leaned forward trying to catch the DJs' eye. As she bent forward her skirt naturally rode up a bit higher letting me know her stocking were held up by a light blue garter belt. The DJ cupped his ear to hear her and she rose up onto her tiptoes to shout out her request. That little skirt rose even higher letting me see that her thong was color coordinated with the rest of her costume. It was an amusing display and I tried real hard not to drool like an idiot.

With a nod to the DJ she turned and started back across the floor. She was obviously enjoying the attention. She strutted in those heels like a pro, her tight little butt swishing that skirt back and forth. A strapless pushup bra under her low cut blouse gave the impression that her breasts were going to pop free any second. The entire performance had me mesmerized, but I'm sure I wasn't alone.

It wasn't until she was half a dozen feet from me that I began to suspect I was her objective. When she was barely a pace away she seemed to stumble.

Even after a few drinks I'm pretty quick on my feet. In fact if it weren't for the drink in my hand I probably would have caught her. As it was I reached out with my left hand but she ducked under it, and sank down to her knees.

And there we were.

I was standing dumbfounded with a drink in my hand. This gorgeous creature all dressed up and needing to be stripped down was kneeling at my feet, and I'm sure every man in the room had to be turning three shades of green with envy.

Now I can't tell you if God exists, I kind of believe in the western version of Karma. You know the "what goes around comes around", or maybe "most folk get what they've got coming eventually". My point is I have never done anything to deserve something like this happening to me. Not in this life or any other I can think of. I was trying real hard to come up with something cleaver to say as I stared down at those magnificent bobbing boobs.

She bent down a little further seeming to be intent on retying my shoelaces. That interrupted my ogling and I used the brief break to utter one of my more charming opening lines.

"What the fuck?" I blurted out.

She looked up at me with huge innocent blue eyes and said in a sweet husky voice.

" Not yet sailor, maybe later."

She winked and then she went back to tightening my laces.

I'd been a jarhead back in the day but anyone waving that much cleavage under my nose could call me a swabbie if they want to. I'm easy.

My mind wasn't getting any sharper and I really think that was all her fault. I set down my drink on the ledge reached down and lifted her chin until we were looking into each other's eyes.

" Why?" I asked, my voice a bit harder than I intended. It wasn't much but I was barely able to hold that much of a conversation.

" I was told it's the best way to ask you for a dance."

She looked up at me, her eyes narrowing a bit. I think she expected that to mean something to me. I was at a total loss. Blood was beginning to return to the old brain and things just weren't adding up. Still you don't give the free pony a dental exam, at least not right away....

© Mad Lews

thoghts on a title anyone?

Mad Lews

Nikita

10-27-2005, 07:42 PM

thoghts on a title anyone?
Mad Lews
You knew I was gonna speak up, didn't ya! The old carrot in front of the horse trick... :cool:

These are a few titles I came up with, and I hadn't had a glass of wine, yet. I might come back with a few more. Butt, there were two recurring themes...and I had to choose one, but, here goes, in order of preference:

1. Blue's Toothbrush :woohoo:
2. Jarhead Blues :rolleyes:
3. Face Down in the Blues (Play on a Clapton Song Title) :stinks:
4. Sweet Judy Blue Eyes (too obvious) :o
5. Blue Don't Leave Me Alone :yuck:

I know, they suck, butt....(she hands him the brush again):exit:

Microwave0ven

10-27-2005, 10:39 PM

hmm, nice short, Mad! do we get more of the story about perhaps.. the pending dental exam? :p very nice opening, you set the scene very well, almost as good as being there! titles titles titles....i suck at making up titles, so i'm no help there!

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The doorbell rang and Mistress Vanessa left her hooded boy in the basement. She switched off her microphone and answered the door. Peeking through the peephole, she found that some of her guests had arrived - two of her girlfriends. "Oh, do come in!" she invited, ever the gracious host, "Can I get you anything to drink? Make yourselves at home." The three women giggled and laughed together, exclaiming over each others' outfits.

They sat down with glasses of lemonade in the richly furnished living room to talk. The big screen television tuned into a monitor showing the basement. The girls looked curiously at the TV, but for the whole duration, the bound figure did not move. He could well have been a statue.

After pleasantries had been exchanged, one of the girls asked with a glint of anticipation in her eye, "So, Vanny, where is he?" The other girl quickly added her question, "What are his limits?" They looked pointedly at the television, nearly bouncing in their eagerness to get started.

Vannessa teased, "Aren't you going to ask who else is coming?" she laughed, "Calm down, girls! My boy's in the basement, downstairs, and he's all ready. We have another guest coming, but we can go ahead and get started. Let's go!"

The other two ladies grinned and hurried down the stairs, a little playful pushing and shoving in their haste to be the first to get down the stairs. Vannessa laughed and took her time, bringing down some snacks as well. She taped a note on the door for Bryan - 'You know where the key is, come on in. Basement.' and signed it with a fluourish.

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Mark could sense someone was in the room even though he was blindfolded because the air currents tickled him. Involuntarily, he jumped when a sharp slap landed on his buttocks. The gag prevented him from talking, but inarticulate yells worked well enough too. He automatically tensed up, not knowing what direction the next blow would come from.

"You will receive twenty slaps, twenty strokes of the crop and twenty strokes of the cane - for the three marks I have by your name." came Mistress Vanessa's voice. "My guests will administer the slaps and the crop, but I will give you your cane strokes. Later tonight, you will also have a suprise. Beginning now."

Behind the mask, Mark squeezed his eyes shut, almost glad that he had the mask on, so they would not see him, whoever the guests were. This was embarassing, being spanked like this, and he couldn't even flinch away from the blows. He counted in his mind as the slaps rained down on his buttocks, sometimes harder, sometimes lighter. He tried hard not to make any noise, to bear his punishment bravely, but couldn't help letting out a few whimpers when his tormentor hit some sensitive spots.

There was a break in the punishment, and he figured that the first part of the punishment was over. Sure enough, the next thing he felt was a slight swish of air as if a crop were being tested out. The crop landed across the tender inner thighs.He couldn't help but wince and brace himself for the next blow. The next strokes all worked over his inner thighs, leaving a stinging trail. The stinging sensation faded as blood rushed to the area, leaving him feeling quite warm.

A hand suddenly was gripping his chin while other hands stroked and prodded his body. Mistress Vanessa's voice whispered into his ear, "You seem to be quite warmed up already. You have a choice, either twenty with the cane, or five with the cane and fifteen with the flogger." She unbuckled the posture collar to give him more freedom in movement. "Nod if you want twenty with the cane, shake your head if you want the other."

It was no contest - Mark shook his head. The static buzz disappeared from the earplugs, and he felt her step away. The cane landed with a sharp slash of burning pain across his buttocks and he drew in his breath sharply to keep from screaming. The cane descended four more times, criss-crossing over each other sometimes, leaving red welts in their wake. He was given a few minutes to recover, then the thin strands of the flogger were sent dancing over his bare chest. Mark flinched involuntarily as his nipples were struck by the flogger and yelped.

When his punishment was over, he was several different shades of red and pink all over. "Good boy. I'm proud of you." said Mistress Vanessa. Someone pressed themselves up against his side, gently stroking his reddened chest with one hand and rubbing his buttocks with another hand, tracing the new welts. Another person massaged his tense shoulders while licking and nibbling on the back of his neck. "Now, we have one last event planned for the night." she announced, "But, you'll have to wait."

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to be continued....

EdgeOfHuman

10-27-2005, 11:01 PM

Figured it had been a while since I chimed in, 'sides these seem to be the only stories coming out on the site right now.

thoghts on a title anyone?

Mad Lews

Mad,

I really enjoyed this one.....great start to the show....I am hoping that you have more on the Horizon....~~fingers crossed~~

As for a title, following in Nikita's train of thought a bit:

"Blue Blooded Tease"
or
"Dreaming In Blue"

Best I could do........hope you find the title you are looking for.....

Nikita

10-28-2005, 04:47 AM

Dear Mad:

You ARE planning to continue this story, right? :dunno:

I mean, what does an old JD drinking jarhead do, when 'Blue' ties his shoes? (Boo hoo, that alliteration was sooooo bad.) :yuck:

MO:

You know what I wish right now? (she whispers in MO's ear,) can I change places with Mark? :D I sort of feel like him a little, not knowing what will come next.

Nikita

P.S. Jinn has posted some stories. I got a notice this morning.

Ruby

10-28-2005, 09:13 AM

This thread just keeps getting better!

A big thanks to all of the posters/writers aka teasers who get us revved up and wanting for more. Every short has been a gem.

MO, your serial is just delightful. I not so patiently wait to find out what happens next.

pejanon

10-28-2005, 07:10 PM

Hi Mad,

The tittle, let's NOT get too blue. How about that blurted charming opening line as a tittle? :p

Maybe I am dumb but should not that be: tightening my laces together? :D

I love that tongue-in-cheek off-hand narrative manner you handle so well.
Yes I'd love more - this jarn or any other one.

Hi MO: The best line: the punishment is NOT over! :)

'twill get even ahem juicier I hope?

Pej

Mad Lews

10-30-2005, 10:18 PM

OK so I'll continue the story but I may rename it " How I meet my ex" and I may throw in a few twists so pay attention class.

I looked down at the woman kneeling before me and then out at the crowd on the dance floor. " Sorry I don't do the bump and glide." I said nodding to the line dance that was winding down.

"Don't worry, you'll like the next one." She said with a knowing grin.
She held out her hand for me. I took a deep breath. She looked so sweet kneeling down there with her parted lips just inches from where they really ought to be. With a sigh I helped her to her feet. I held her hand waiting for the line dancers to clear the floor. She snuggled a little closer resting her head against my shoulder.

We headed out onto the dance floor. I had a firm grip on her right hand and she was tagging along behind me keeping up as those heels clicked and clacked on the hardwood floor. When we were out near the center of the floor I turned, held her right hand high and gave her a little nudge with my left. She twirled gracefully into my waiting arms.

OK so she knew how to follow a lead, I was liking this girl more and more. I mean the whole down on your knees thing was a gutsy move and now she was showing she knew how to follow commands. What more could a guy ask for?

Clapton started crooning about how his darling was looking wonderful tonight. It's a nice slow song, easy to dance to, and she threw her arms around my neck. I put my arms around her waist and drew her close. She squirmed suggestively as she molded her body tightly against mine. Maybe she could dance, I couldn't really tell you, 'cause at the moment her only interest seemed to be rubbing her body against mine. I steered us off into a more secluded corner where we could sway to the slow beat. She wiggled herself up against me. Her thighs parted and she slid herself up along my right leg. She was swaying and moaning and rocking to the beat. That damn little skirt didn't offer much cover as her legs wrapped around my right thigh and her hips pressed hard against me. She rubbed and thrust against my leg like a lovesick puppy. I gave her waggling little tush an encouraging pat.

I can't say she was doing all this for my benefit. I mean her eyes were half closed, her breathing was short and jagged and I was getting a damp spot on my trouser leg where her hips rocked against my thigh. Half way through the song she groaned and shuddered, Her lips reached hungrily for mine and we had a long slow deep kiss, then she backed off a bit and we finished off the dance in a more or less respectable manner.

She may have gotten off but I figured it was past my turn by now. Even before the end of the song my mind's eye could see her kneeling in the bathroom stall, my fingers entwined in those dark curls, holding her head steady. Those pouting lips would wrap themselves around me while I was tickling her tonsils. Just the thought of it made me stiff and eager. I could hardly wait.

Now don't get me wrong. My momma (rest her soul) raised all her boys to be gentlemen. She would have been terribly disappointed with me if I were to fuck a woman before we were on a first name basis. Mom's standards for gentlemanly behavior weren't real high, but I always tried my best to live up to them. That meant I'd have to pass a few minutes in small talk with this sweet young thing dressed all in blue. I'd find out what the fuck her name was, and then I could carry her off to do unto her what I needed to do and she so richly deserved.

When the song ended I guided her over toward the open bar. I gallantly offered to get her a drink. She opted for white wine, the barkeep nodded as he handed me the glass but his eyes stared longingly at my new best friend. We headed over to my window ledge and I picked up my old JD. She leaned back against the ledge and smoothed down that poor little skirt as best she could. I pulled my eyes away from her breasts and settled in right next to her. Glasses clinked as we toasted our newfound familiarity.

"So what's your name luv?" I inquired moving directly to the essentials.

"Trish, and yours?" a woman of few words, better and better.

"Mike."

We sipped our respective drinks an awkward silence developing. She kept glancing at the bulge in my pants like she'd never seen a hard on trapped in a tux before. Me I was being real polite and not drooling all over her naked shoulders. I decided it was time to try my hand at small talk. I should know better by now.

" So what the hell was with that shoe lace bit? I mean you got me on the dance floor like you said but what made you think of that?"

Trish was sipping her wine at the time and she started giggling nearly snorting wine out her nose. I never really looked at myself as a comedian, but she seemed to find that real funny. When she calmed down and caught her breath she gave me an answer but it didn't help me very much.

" Hey Mike, its OK, Robin already told me how you two meet. I think it's kinda sweet how your ex is still looking out for you. I mean most ex wives would be after your balls and here she is trying to get you laid. It's like Romantic ya know."

I could feel the old Karma thing sneaking up on me with a steel pipe in its hand. We were now entering the twilight zone territory here. I swear to you, I've never been married. The only two Robins I could think of off the top of my head were an eighty-year-old nun and a ten-year-old niece.

I know you're thinking he must drink a lot to forget something like that. I do drink on social occasions, and after work from time to time, and a little on weekends, but I ain't no drunk. I've never passed out, or lost days or woke up in a strange city. I mean to get hitched and ditched would have to take at least a day or two. I would have remembered something like that. Honest!

© Mad Lews

Now I'll either finish this one here or pull the whole thing into a library story now that it seems storys are being posted again.

Mad

Microwave0ven

10-31-2005, 11:37 AM

Mad oh, finish this one here then put it into the library after! :p story's sounding good so far, with Mike's little side-notes and thoughts

nikita, Ruby, pejanon and other readers in suspense.. you're gonna have to wait a bit longer! midterms are getting in the way, but of course, if you'd like to write the midterm for me, that'll be fine! :D

orchidsoul

10-31-2005, 04:00 PM

Both of you men sure know how to tease ladies!

Mad- please please finish it here :) Pretty please? You sure know how to leave us hot and bothered.

MO- Focus on your midterms... but I'm definitely eager to read the rest of that! It's fantastic and I can barely wait for Brian to show up. PS- email me and I'll write your midterm :) xo

Nikita

10-31-2005, 04:12 PM

Mad...

You've got us all wound up in your story...can't leave us...(dare I say it?) hanging!!! :yuck:

Pweese?

Hey MO, good luck in your mid-terms...I'll be patiently waiting for the next installment of Will, Grace, Karen... :D

Microwave0ven

11-01-2005, 12:46 AM

ooooh, so I changed my mind... I made some use of travel-time on the bus :)

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Vanessa nodded to her girlfriends who continued their teasing ministrations to Mark's body. "So, you've seen him and tested him now. What do you think of him?" she asked them. She surreptitiously glanced at her watch - it was nearly 7, Bryan should be arriving soon.

Mary, wearing a leather harness accentuating her generous curves, the black of the leather setting off her brilliant red hair. She was a sadistic mistress, and she liked to see her toys cringe and whimper. "He's a bit too stoic, in my opinion." she stated baldly, "I don't really like him." To emphasize her statement, she pinched and twisted his nipples. Mark let out a gasp and squirmed, but didn't make much of a sound otherwise.

The other woman, Tania, cut in, "Well, I think he's taking his punishment bravely. I rather like the way he yelps." She took off her sky-blue silk scarf and let it slide around his waist. The sheer material whispered and she smiled as he tried to arch back against it. "Mmm, he seems to like this." she smiled again, moving closer to him so that her breasts pressed tantalizingly up against his back. "He's not my type exactly, but I don't mind giving him a try sometime."

"That's alright, girls. I have a backup plan." Vanessa grinned, "And the backup plan should be arriving soon." She silenced their questions with an imperious wave and an impish smile, "Patience, it's coming.. Mark's not the only one who has to wait."

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Bryan arrived a few minutes after seven and he let himself in. He took off his black leather jacket and dropped it on a couch in the living room before picking up a drink from the kitchen. The house was warm, as Vanessa usually kept the house at near-body temperatures. Bryan finished off his drink, washed the glass and put it to dry. He stripped off his shirt and smoothed the slight wrinkles out of his tight leather pants, then headed down the stairs to the basement.

The huge wooden door was heaved shut so he rapped sharply on the door and opened it.

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She heard the door open and wasn't suprised a bit when Bryan cheerfully greeted her, "Cupcake!" and swept her up off her feet from behind for a bear hug.

"Bryan!" she greeted him enthusiastically as well, squeezing him tightly and turning her head to one side to receive his kiss on her cheek. "You're late!" she grinned up at him when he finally released her, "I thought you'd be on time for the entertainment, at least!"

He laughed and took a look at his surroundings, "Oh ho! so this is the entertainment!" he exclaimed cheerfully, his eyes coming to rest on Mark's hooded form with the two women draped over him. "And who are these lovely ladies?"

Vanessa led him over to them and introduced, "Bryan, here are Mistresses Mary and Tania, Mary and Tania, this is Master Bryan." The women let their hands linger on the bound boy a bit longer, then turned to greet the newcomer with a chorus of 'hello's.

Bryan gave each lady a brilliant heart-melting smile, a light hug and a peck on the cheek. "Pleased to meet you." he smiled, "Hope you're enjoying yourselves, ladies?"

They replied that they were, and Vanessa laughed. "They don't quite like my new boy, but I thought that maybe you might. I know you've been looking for the right one for quite some time." Bryan raised an eyebrow at her but she ignored him and continued, "So, I invited you too!"

"So I'm part of the entertainment tonight then, is that it?" Bryan pretended to be insulted. The three ladies giggled, and he relaxed. He gave a theatrical sigh, "Well, I certainly don't mind, with a delicious-looking morsel like this available." He rested a hand on Mark's shoulder. "Go ahead, sit down for the show."

"I was hoping you'd feel like it!" Vanessa beamed at him and threw her arms around him for a quick hug. "I know you'll enjoy him." She joined the other girls at the couches with snacks and fruit punch to watch.

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Nikita

11-01-2005, 01:55 PM

ooooh, so I changed my mind... I made some use of travel-time on the bus :)
"Wish I was a fly on the wall..." :eek: or one of Vanessa's guests... :D

Guess you're confident to get A's? ;)

Microwave0ven

11-01-2005, 02:34 PM

"Wish I was a fly on the wall..." :eek: or one of Vanessa's guests... :D

Guess you're confident to get A's? ;)

nah... just that I don't bring textbooks to school, laptop, yes.. but no textbooks :p

orchidsoul

11-01-2005, 03:16 PM

Thank you MO for just a wee bit more :) Though... now I can really barely wait for this to begin!!

Mad Lews

11-01-2005, 05:25 PM

ooooh, so I changed my mind... I made some use of travel-time on the bus :)

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Now why don't we have a convenient public transportation system so we can scribble on our laptops during travel time?

Hope the mid-terms aren't too challenging. Hate to see you get suspended. :D

Mad

J's blu

11-01-2005, 09:42 PM

MO you definately get an A for erotic teasing stories!!

Mad Sir, You picked the right colour!!! :D

title thoughts : Rapt so T in blue

well, she shoud have been called Diana or something!! then it would have made much more sense!! would have been Rapt so D in blue ;) or even maybe : Wrapped so D in blue

oh well, it just as well You are the author not me,

luv blu

Microwave0ven

11-02-2005, 08:10 PM

well, I like teasing! here's another clip :)
and happy to say, midterms are over now.. so no more delays till finals, I hope! :p

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Bryan stepped back and took his hand off Mark's shoulder. He took another, more critical look at the boy before him. Lean, strong-looking leg muscles, a cute butt decorated with red welts, nice sized cock that was already hard. After a long while, he raised his eyes above waist-level for further evaluation. Relatively broad shoulders, taut muscles, leather hood covering his eyes and ears, but nose and mouth fitted with an O-ring gag left exposed.

He stepped in front of the boy and stepped in close. Bryan was well aware of what he was doing as he ran his hands up and down the boy's back, pressing him close in a tight embrace. He could feel the young man tensing up. At the same time, he bent his head down for a kiss, taking full advantage of the ring gag. He slipped his hand between their two bodies to stroke the boy's cock, a smiling with anticipation as the young man moaned and tried to buck and thrust into his hand.

He took his hand away, disregarding the boy's growl of frustration and turned partially around, still laying one arm around the his shoulders. "He really is quite a sweet one." he commented to the three voyeurs on the couch.

Keeping a hand on the boy's shoulder so that he would know he was still there, he stepped around to the other side, so he was now behind his victim. He reached around, enjoying the feel of the boy's smooth skin and toyed with his nipples for a moment, just rolling them between his fingers and gently pinching them. Bryan liked the way the boy's fists clenched and his body twisted in a futile attempt to avoid his touch.

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Mark wasn't sure what was going on when the tender touch of the two teasers left him, but he waited patiently for what seemed an eternity. He could feel some vibrations and currents around him, but couldn't identify them. Just when he had assumed Mistress Vanessa and her guests had moved on to some other forms of entertainment, a hand touched him on the shoulder.

He couldn't say for sure, but the hand seemed rougher and larger than the smooth ivory feel of the delicate ladies' hands that had been on him before. The hand held him steady but did nothing else for another eternity. He could almost feel the eyes of the unknown person boring into his exposed body while he stood there.

Suddenly, the person stepped closer and rubbed up against him. Mark could feel the softness of worn leather against his skin, the master's strong hands roaming his body caressing his back, and even reaching down to cup his aching balls and stroke his cock. The master's kiss was passionate, exploring his mouth with an intensity he had never felt from anyone before.

Mark moaned with need as the master broke the kiss and pulled away. He wanted relief so badly, he didn't want to wait. The pause was brief and soon he was whimpering and writhing in his bonds again, his already-tenderized nipples being twisted and pinched again. To Mark's delight, when he arched back, he could feel his tormentor's hard cock rubbing against his buttocks as well as hard muscles. He was totally absorbed in the sensations running through his body and he loved the attention he was getting from this stranger who held him so securely in his arms.

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learningtopleez

11-02-2005, 11:08 PM

Damn Mo darlin'....you are so freakin' good at this....just keep teasing and teasing....you have us right where you want us don't cha??? :p

More!!! Please!!! :)

And Mad darlin'...you have no idea how much I am lovin your story!! I am with the others....finish it here please!! Pretty please with a hairbrush on top?? :D

Nikita

11-03-2005, 02:22 PM

Microwave0ven:well, I like teasing! here's another clip :)
and happy to say, midterms are over now.. so no more delays till finals, I hope! :p

To Mark's delight, when he arched back, he could feel his tormentor's hard cock rubbing against his buttocks as well as hard muscles.

I'm staying tuned to your channel...This visual is popping up ever so often... :D

Thanksgiving will be here soon, we'll be far away from computers...will it be finished by then? :dunno:

Nik

daddiebear50

11-03-2005, 03:55 PM

Mad Lews

11-03-2005, 07:31 PM

Thank you all for the great shorts. You are all such terrible teases and I think you are enjoying keeping us on edge waiting for the next one or parts. I know I am enjoying it.

But the King tease award has to go to Mad for starting this thread to start with. A rap on the knuckles for punishment, and a tall one for reward. Blonde 5' 9 1/2". And she'll bring you a beer too. :D

Thanks I think.

Let's all wave goodbye to the lady in blue because.... well some people say Im a little sadistic, even to my readers. ( but I would never tease you, honest. ;) ) A quick twist and turn and then maybe we can get back to getting down and dirty. :Tasty:
Mad

How I met my ex-wife

That hot little lady was looking at me a little concerned now. I guess my face can get a little scary when I'm working through confusion. Like most guys once I get stiff and hard few things can throw me off my game plan. An ice cold shower might do it, or a reasonable fear of imminent death, or maybe when someone is deliberately fucking with my mind. I looked over at my cute little friend, she was looking confused and maybe a touch nervous. I wasn't acting the way she expected. Obviously she wasn't the one messing with my mind. It had to be someone else. Someone named Robin.

I took a gulp of the old Jacky D and put my best game face on.

" So how long have you known Robin? I don't remember her mentioning you."

Trish relaxed her face lit back up and her smile returned. I was back on track, saying things that she might have expected.

" I just met her, she saw me looking at you and kinda just introduced herself. She seemed real nice. I mean it's none of my business but I don't see why the two of you ever broke up. "

"We had communication issues." I said giving her a glowing Oprah moment to mull over.

Now the way I figured it one of two things was going on here. Either someone named Robin had an ex she was still feeling warm and fuzzy about. Rather than going over and giving it her best shot she decided to launch little Ms. hot slut here at the poor fella but her sex bomb went off course and wound up splattering up against me. It was kind of strange that she'd have sent her new friend off to play with her loving ex without even mentioning his name to her, but that's just me, who knows how women work these things out. The other possibility was someone named Robin was just jerking my chain for no particular reason that I could discern, but it might behoove me to find out why.

Option two was the worse case scenario and therefore it was much more likely.

I cursed under my breath; dreams of playing dentist with a kneeling Trish were evaporating with my growing anger. I was about to have words with someone named Robin, my brand new ex-wife, but first I needed to find out who the fuck she was. For that I needed to remain calm and hold a conversation with this fine young lady dressed up in blue.

You may have noticed sociable small talk isn't my forte.

"I didn't even realize Robin was here." I said looking back toward the tables where most of the guests were gathered. " I'd love to say hi, it's been such a long time".

Trish was eager to be helpful, scanning the crowd for my ex, which was good because I'd never met the woman and would have had a hard time recognizing her. After a few moments Trish was bouncing up pointing excitedly at three women who were engaged in an animated conversation at one of the tables set off to the left side of the room. I grabbed Trish before she could call out, gave her a lingering kiss and set her back down on the ledge.

It was a bittersweet moment, I was about to leave a sure thing just to calm my anger and satisfy my curiosity. I felt kind of sorry for Trish. It wasn't her fault that she'd been used to jerk me around. I really had wanted to play with her, she was cute and seemed like a fun person. I wish I'd had a chance to poke around and get to know her better. Now her only impression of me would be the fucking jerk that split on her. I bet that didn't happen to her very often. Karma can be so unfair. Call me a fool but if she had run her tongue across her parted lips just then I might have been persuaded to postpone my meeting with an ex named Robin.

Well it all added up to one more black mark against my newly discovered ex wife. She was going to have a lot of explaining to do when I caught up with her. I circled around the room placing myself between the threesome and their nearest exit. I was wondering which of them it was. They all seemed to be in their mid thirties, The redhead was short and a little on the plump side, but the two brunettes were real lookers. The three of them were supping on cake and champagne and giggling like schoolgirls. The Brunette in the middle looked up saw me coming toward them and her eyes seemed to grow wider.

I was closing in on them and I cheerfully called out. " Hi Robin, fancy meeting you here."
All three of them turned looked up at me, then the two on the outside looked toward the one in the center. My alleged ex wife gave a startled yelp. Bingo! I'd found the perpetrator. She was gulping, eyes wide and no doubt trying to come up with a graceful excuse for running far and fast.

I circled behind her gripped her by the upper arm smiling all the while for the benefit of her companions.

"Ladies," I purred to her companions, " I hope you don't mind but we've got a lot of catching up to do." I pulled the champagne flute from her slack fingers and set it back on the table. Like a gentleman I slide her chair back and she rose to stand docilely beside me. Then still gripping her arm, I turned and we marched out of the hall.

She was silent, eyes down, until we were out in the parking lot; Then she started to struggle a bit trying to shake free of my grip.

" What the hell do you think you're doing? Where are you taking me? Let go of me."

She was just starting to get scared, a hint of hysteria in her words. Actually her questions where pretty good. I'd let my anger carry me along this far and I really didn't have a proper plan here. I was winging it, but I didn't need to let her know that. We'd made it to my car I opened the passenger's door and let go of her arm.

" Get in." I said.

I turned and headed over to the driver's side. I carefully kept my eyes off her. If she were smart she'd turn and run back into the reception hall. I sat down behind the wheel, slammed the car door closed, and put the key in the ignition. A second later the passenger door closed and she settled into the seat next to me. I looked over. She was staring down at her hands folded in her lap.

She was actually kind of cute, all dressed up for the wedding. She might not have been a young minx like Trish, but she had a pleasant face, good figure, nice rack, and she was all tricked out in her party dress. Damn! Now I was getting distracted again.

As we pulled out of the parking lot she came to life.

" What are you… What do you think you're doing? You can't do this. Who do you think you are? I'm not going anywhere with you. What's going on? What are you going to do?"

I waited for her to run out of questions. I thought about giving her my name. I had her at a disadvantage there. I knew she was called Robin but she had no idea what her self-proclaimed ex's husband's name was. It hardly seemed fair, but then again I'm rarely accused of being fair.

© Mad Lews

learningtopleez

11-03-2005, 11:30 PM

Ooooooohh Mad!! I love the twist...and who's to say the twist couldn't be a little down and dirty?? ;) Oh yeah...you could...since you are the writer! But I am convinced that whatever comes next will keep me glued to the screen! :)

Ranai

11-04-2005, 10:33 AM

This thread keeps making me smile. Mad, thanks for the great idea, and a big thank you to all contributors. And now Mad and MO have boldly entered the realm of serialisation...

I’d like to encourage those who are toying with the idea of contributing a Short of their own to do so, please! and give us a few lines to dream, think, laugh, wonder, shudder, drool...

Mad, you know that I am a fan of your style.
Methinks the lady’s outpouring as they drive away is a little too much to be spontaneous. Sounds kind of well-rehearsed to me...

MO, you sure know how to put lustful grins on your readers’ faces. I love your story. In terms of writing technique, I like the way Mark’s other senses are enhanced by being unable to hear or see. Now if you’ll excuse me I’ll go and join the voyeurs on the couch.

Kaori-san

11-04-2005, 01:31 PM

Mad, amazing story thats keeping me guessing.
The twist was great, and i love the characters too. Can't wait for the next part :)

EdgeOfHuman

11-05-2005, 01:37 AM

Passion

She poured the iced tea into my glass as if she had been doing that since birth. I stared at her perfection, wondering what it was that drew me to her. There was something. I had come so far. The glass filled to the rim...she stopped automatically, not a drop more than enough. My eyes caressed her form. I wondered if she could feel them. Her lashes were so long, yet, the way they fluttered when she blinked was what really mesmerized me; until she lifted her head from the glass she was tending to, then, my gawd, those eyes! Where had they come from? The ice blue of alpine glaciers with the softness of a minks fur gliding over one's hand! As she held my life in her eyes, she said in a voice of pure virgin silk "Are you ready to order?" I could not, had not even looked at the menu. I stammered, "Ummmm, what do you recommend?" She stood and pondered for a moment. I sat and admired for a lifetime!

Mad Lews

11-05-2005, 03:01 AM

Microwave0ven

11-05-2005, 12:06 PM

EdgeOfHuman, love the twist.. i think you're bringing the "short" part back to "short takes" :p

pejanon

11-05-2005, 07:01 PM

EoH - I agree - THIS is a real SHORT short. And poetry/prose piece! And twisted.
One of those pieces upon you think: A) yummm B) wish I wrote something like that. C: I have to try.
Thank you

Mad - Honesty I do not like much stories in which there is much mussing and commenting on anything that strikes author's fancy - unless they are exceptionally well done.
Yours are - I LOVE them. I do. Does that wit-well never dry? I hope not.

MO - are you having some more exams soon? You were sooo inspired - I love the way you use each segment as a build up for the next one.

This thread is really HOT - just look at last three contributions. ALL hot, very well written, AND totally DIFFERENT! Mad please indulge yourself in something that you usually refrain from doing (if anything :D) - you deserve it - one of the best threads bears your name.

Have fun

Pej

learningtopleez

11-05-2005, 11:36 PM

EdgeOfHuman...you really had me going there....cause I'm thinking...why would she be pouring iced tea??? What does that have to do with anything sexual?? But you made it all very sexual, then cute and funny! What a fine piece you have written! Bravo! Now...more please Sir?? :)

EdgeOfHuman

11-06-2005, 12:17 AM

Passion (continued)

The night was far too cold and my time in this Cafe would be far too short I knew. What could one do? The money had run out once more I had to keep moving, yet, here she was! Her velveteen voice brought me back from the concrete roads of my troubles once more. She was smiling at me with those perfect teeth and cherubic lips as she said "You might try the chicken tonight...it is usually always good." Good? I laughed to myself; if she only knew how very good things were right now. Trying hard not to follow her eyes too tight, I said "the chicken it is then......sounds like the perfect dinner tonight" Her left hand was a liquid flow of movement over the little pad in her other hand; more of that 'right feel' nimbly sliding up and down my spine.

She turned to leave with my desires. Her hair sailing free amongst the florescent touch of the lights, the light glittering through the strands of her hair as they came to light in a frame around her oval face. I hesitated, and then asked, "May I ask what your name is dear Lady?" Looking over her soft shoulder with that same smile once more, she said "My name? Why, it is Passion. What is yours, Sir?".

learningtopleez

11-06-2005, 01:03 AM

Ahhhhh...now we are getting to the good stuff....lol....just teasing...but I do so love this!!...as I said before...more please?? :)

Ranai

11-06-2005, 06:33 AM

Nice, Edge of Human, intriguing. A character who is called 'Passion', yet somehow seems elusive. Interesting riddle.

Okay, the following contribution I have to offer is not an opening to a series; it's merely a stand alone piece of... fanfiction.
- - -

Hospitality on Ogygia

‘How much longer must I endure the confines of this island,
still so far removed from the shores of my native dominion?
How much longer must I remain your unwilling companion,
going to sleep in your arms and waking up in the morning
only to weep on the beach where my drowned companions decayed?’

‘What, my silver-tongued guest? Is my company so abhorrent?
Why then have you not yet with diligent hands built a raft
which would carry you swiftly across the glittering ocean?’

‘There you mock me again. You know that I am but mortal.
Give me water to drink on the voyage and food for survival.
And before I set sail, grant me your solemn assurance
that you are setting me free with auspicious winds and your blessings
and have no intention of sending me into misfortune.’

‘Come and pleasure me now. I will think about your request.’

learningtopleez

11-06-2005, 11:21 AM

Lovely Ranai! How I do love the way you write! Very intriguing! :)

Mad Lews

11-06-2005, 02:42 PM

Microwave0ven

11-07-2005, 12:26 AM

Ranai, wb and great to see you re-posting in here! :)
i like the poeticness of the piece you wrote, the words all flow together very well, very picturesque scene and short

Mad same.. i don't usually write so long!
maybe I oughta stop my series and just wait till I finish to post it somewhere... do we have Long Takes anywhere? :p

Ranai

11-07-2005, 04:47 AM

Thanks dear learningtopleez, Mad, Mo! The characters and setting are not mine of course. I just had fun putting words into their mouths and struggling with the metre.

Background info:

Ogygia is the island where the hero involuntarily hangs out at the beginning of Homer’s Odyssey. On his hazardous voyage back from the destruction of Troy, Odysseus is detained there as prisoner and love slave of the nymph Calypso. The Stockholm Syndrome does not seem to work on Ogygia: After seven years with the immortal nymph, Odysseus still tells her that he just wants to go home! Only when Hermes, sent by the Olympians, intercedes on the hero’s behalf, the goddess must reluctantly let him depart. Well, it seems Calypso enjoyed her captive while she had him. Dialogues like the above may have recurred, in variations, many times in those seven years of captivity.

EdgeOfHuman

11-09-2005, 08:51 PM

Passions (final piece)

There was no mistaking it now! My life was turning once more. Where it would run I did not know, nor, at this point, did I care. Passion had seen to that! I cracked the smile of the knowing and said, "My name dear Lady .....well, ......unforgettable to some....and lost to others.....unchained by many.....cast aside by few......but, if you would like to know....it is Adoru... though you would probably know me better as Love.” A knowing spark passed over her glacial blue eyes. I could see the effect immediately as I had so rarely seen before! She started to say something....the words held to her lips......nothing came.

I smiled with the same comprehension she had, as she turned once more and headed to the kitchen.
Well did I remember! How could I forget? Hot tears formed in the corners of my eyes. I was thankful she did not see them. I sighed,...... memories of past Passions. For what is Love, without Passion?

learningtopleez

11-09-2005, 09:29 PM

Bravo!! :applaus:

What an amazing ending....and what passion you show for your memories of past passions!

Very sweet too....and I like that.... :)

J's blu

11-09-2005, 10:27 PM

Edge Sir, i feel Your angst, i sense that you are working through some deep issues, and i wish You success with coming to grips with them. i also would like to say , if this is the way You choose to work throught hings, that is very lucky for the rest of us here.
Your writing is pared down, words chosen carefully to have the most effect. and they surely do!
the emotions evoked are powerful.
i much admire your skill.
respectfully J's blu

Mad Lews

11-10-2005, 02:37 AM

Passions (final piece)

Well done Noble one,
Your Adoru certainly seems to have stirred some passions here
Do write on good sir. :applaus:
Mad Lews

Ranai

11-10-2005, 04:38 AM

A beautifully worded ending, EoH. Thanks!

And I must say that usually I really, really dislike characters who are put as personifications of abstract concepts.

A stylistic thing: Please go easy on the dots: '..........' ?

Please keep writing, and give us more whenever you feel like it. :)

pejanon

11-10-2005, 06:32 PM

I've been asked on various occasions about the 'very first' experience and I couldn't dig up anything particular, little things, like reading, all building up, but, never leading to the very first one. I thought there must be something BEFORE! After I meditated on it and did some digging, POP, it came up. Believe it or not, I actually forgot about it, totally blanketed it!

I dug around in the memory recycle bin, most seemingly disappeared, except for this. Why's that I wondered? This is the one I can place a tag on now.

Music: Something Mediterranean.
Wine is optional - but, red, if selected.

This is not a story about the "First Time I Did It Knowingly," on the contrary, this is the

"First Time I Did Not Know What The Hell I was Doing and It Does Not Seem Very Momentous Now, But It Certainly Was At The Time."

Time/Place: One of those early summers which ARE a place, that lasts forever and ends in a blink of an eye. It was one of those summers which somehow mingle within our memories as the essence of childhood summers. Yes, one of those.

The setting: One of those small Mediterranean resorts. No, it was not one of those gargantuan edifices called resort hotels that squat between the shore and the hills, blotting out the sky, but whitewashed, rough hewn, stone houses with red tiled roofs. They were bathed in the blinding one o clock sun that pounds the almost dead sea and turns all sound into tiny squeaks that fade into yesterdays.

Zoom to: 'Hotel' room, the wooden blinds drawn, and it is floundering in stifling heat. There is a thirteen year old boy on wet bed sheets getting ready for the main festivity of the day. What triggered this activity, besides being pumped with hormones and a lot of girls running around testing their wiles? A movie perhaps, shown the night before in an open theater. Kids would sit on white pebbled ground just below the screen. Which movie? Who knows? Bardot comes to mind but I'm not THAT old, but it doesn't matter. It was French, certainly.

I remember just a scene, a shard of a scene. A naked woman was standing (and still is!) on the fur in front of the fireplace, her skin ruddy. The camera panned up from the pink heels, over the mile-long legs, lingered on that ass, (just a hint of quiver,) then followed the perfect, sinuous curves of her spine, and paused at the long neck holding up the blond head. The vision drew the mind's eye towards the damn heaven of the indigo summer night. And then, she turned her head toward the camera, and, that's THAT, a trigger.

Back in the room, the boy is getting ready to masturbate his head off. It's sweet, sharp, and strong, like the bite of first ice cold Coke you ever tasted, before it got stale. I was never told I'll go blind or that hairs will grow on my palms; never taught it was sinful or shameful. It was all those things, so sweet, and for me, it was something I discovered on my own. It's something nobody admits doing and yet, somehow, everybody knows all about it. Ha!

There I was, the young boy, getting ready to go for it. I took off my bermuda-like swimming trunks, that although garish, were most popular in those days. Ah, but I didn't take them off really. I just kept them down around my ankles and twisted them, in an effort to keep my legs open, to create the feeling that they were FORCED open by an outside agent, unable to pull them together on my own. The trunks didn't obey, so I brought into play a metal rod, one of those rods used to hang towels on, from the bathroom, and some towels, I think. I bunched it all together, twisted, tied, and struggled and - presto! - I restrained myself in an effective spreader bar. Hey, I invented it that day!

I could finally could indulge in that innocent, yet so damn naughty sport called - jacking off. With the added main ingredient of being exposed, forcefully, even forced to stroke it.

Flying high, I was jackrabitting and dimly aware of the sound of the key turning in the lock. The key? The key was a metal thing used to open hotel rooms before key cards. And I have no idea why I didn't leave my key in the lock. The cleaning lady pushed the tools of her trade in the room. Cleaning lady? Sorry, a nondescript local woman. The bed was so strategically placed that she was waaay in the room. I was hysterically struggling to pull the sweat dampened sheets from beneath to cover myself before she could notice me. When she did, she stared and squinted in the semi gloom. I tried to gather my wits together but my mind and body turned into Jell-o. She ordered me out! I was just a kid on holiday with his family and she was a local. The locals had a very low opinion of 'those city slickers'. 'Cleaning lady' couldn't imagine WHY anybody, let alone a boy on holiday, would want to lock themselves in a crummy, suffocating, hot, sweaty, and smelly (sniff... sniff...Do I smell something else, hmm?) room in the afternoon.

I managed to reply that I was sick or whatever, but she insisted. We engaged in a verbal tug-of-war and I was close to freaking out. I could not do even that! Some discreet tugging under the sheets convinced me I was bound for good. Did I have butterflies in guts? No, I had damn royal eagles slamming into a quivering prey in my guts every three seconds, keeping time with my ear popping heartbeat. Unfortunately, my damn dick didn't even want to go down! I had to pull the sheets upward to avoid the tenting.

Finally, she shrugged, turned, and went about her business. She opened the blinds, puttered and cleaned around the rooms, shuffled in and out the bathroom a zillion times, and occasionally threw me dirty glances. Did she KNOW? Well...she knew something was amiss. The whole time I laid there, pinned like a petrified butterfly, I clutched the sheets desperately (pretending I wasn't.) I thought there was a transparent glare coming in from the windows, a splotch on the sheets in a strategic place, my bound ankle must stuck out (it didn't.) Whenever she passed close by, I was worried she'd snatch away my cover, stare and laugh, THEN run down to the beach, stop, just to inform my parents, THEN, tell all my friends who would THEN come to the room. And THEN, well, kids can be sooo cruel. In my mind, I could just hear the girls giggling and commenting on a certain outhrust member and wanted to die. It was awful.

Ah, but my penis didn't think so. It kept playing the 'I'm down now, oops I'm up again' game. Eventually, after what seemed like several geological ages, some 15 minutes went by and so did the last dirty glance. She left, slamming the door behind her.. Whoosh! I let the breath out...I felt like I was holding it the whole time. And that was it...no...it was not. I finished the business at hand and finally, really messed up the crumbled sheets. Then, and only then, did I struggle to remove the makeshift spreader bar which held me spread-eagled all that time. THAT was the point. The OTHER point could finally rest...for a few hours at least, (thirteen, remember?)

Aaaaaaaand CUT!

***

And that is it. I went the other way eventually. This moment in time turned into time-capsule buried under a rubble of unused (and, perhaps, unwanted) memories. Resurrecting it, I offer this hot summer moment, cleaned and polished, for your inspection.

copyright (c) 2005 by Wolff

for the One

Mad Lews

11-11-2005, 06:14 AM

And a wrap... Thanks for sharing pej but it's hard to picture your inner child not staying brazenly hard throughout. Room service needs some work too, she had the atitude of a French waiter. Oh there I go again picking on the French sorry
Seem's you kept the situattion well in hand.
Mad

Ranai

11-11-2005, 06:51 AM

Ah pej,
how do you do it? I thought November was one of the colder months around here. All of a sudden, a blast of Mediterranean sun, salty sweat, sexual heat. Never let it be said that hormones cloud the human brain – no way, they made you invent the spreader bar! Mmmm... I wonder whether she noticed that one of the towel rails was missing?
What a deliciously erotic memory, and so deliciously told.
'...in an effort to keep my legs open, to create the feeling that they were FORCED open by an outside agent, unable to pull them together on my own.'
‘The whole time I laid there, pinned like a petrified butterfly, I clutched the sheets desperately’ ... hot damn this is sexy.
Thanks. *Kiss*

Nikita

11-11-2005, 11:00 AM

Pej:

In order to get in the mood and totally ensconse myself as a fly on the wall, I took your advice to create mood...;)

Music: Never on a Sunday
Wine: Chianti

Ahhh, (she smiles with delicious satisfaction.) Your story is very poignant and well written. It's a sort of snapshot in the boy's memory that lingers in the subconscious. The Mediterranean is known for coloring memories and heating the blood.

Would it be to greedy to ask for another 'first?' Inquiring minds...:D (wow...the faces work today!)

Originally posted by Ranai:
What a deliciously erotic memory, and so deliciously told.

Hmmm, about the maid, perhaps she was too busy being nosy about the boy to change the towels and I'm certain she had a relative that was a French waiter...most probably Parisian...Wouldn't you agree Mad? :rolleyes: AND, I don't have any qualms about picking on the French. Comprenez?

Nikita

pejanon

11-11-2005, 04:50 PM

Music; Melina (Never On Sunday) Mercouri
wine: Chianti

Thank you kind folk - Mad & Ranai & Nikita
I'm glad you liked it - it has been a pleasure telling it.
I'm closer to one of my goals in life - making people deliciously hot. (And letting them play fly on wall)

Ah pej,
Never let it be said that hormones cloud the human brain – no way, they made you invent the spreader bar!

So right!

Maybe I should start a thread - "Things I Invented under 'Influence' of Hormones and/or Medethrine?"

French Maid: How on earth did 'local cleaning woman' became French Maid (with French Waiter relative)? Wonders of storytelling.

Show me the way to French Maid!

Thanks again

Pej

Mad Lews

11-13-2005, 03:24 PM

Well It's getting cold around here and then Pej puts up a story about warm Mediterranean vacations and Nikita come up with a sexy new Avatar hanging out at the beach which got the old noggin cranking.

Place: East Coast of Florida betwixt Daytona and Melbourne Beach
Time: When it's cold up north and warmer down there
Cast: Sandy, and her best friend Master, as well as assorted surf casters and beach derelicts who would want to be an audience if only they were a bit quicker.

Sorry if this is a bit long for a "short" but I'm cheating and putting stories up here until the site's up and running

Without further ado:

Beach Bum

Sandy always looks so innocent when she's asleep. She'd snuggled down under the sheet, naked, but for her collar, a sweet smile on her lips. I almost hated to disturb her, but the sun would be up shortly. I flipped on the light and pulled the sheet away revealing her in all her delightfully naked glory.

" Oh god what time is it?" she mumbled yawning and rubbing her sleep filled eyes.

" Get up, hands behind your back. Now!" I snapped not wishing to discuss my plans with her.

Sandy's well trained so she scurried to obey, never one to upset her master. She stood with her feet apart and hands crossed behind the small of her back. I do so love the way she strives to please, but I also like to keep her on her toes. Still who would begrudge me a little kiss followed by a lick and a nibble on those delightfully displayed nipples. Once I was done nibbling we got on with the business of properly dressing my sweet sub.

I turned her about so she faced away, and pressed her hands together, palms outward. I prefer to use nylon three strand rope, a quarter inch thickness works well for intricate knotting. Three loops around the wrists and I cinched them and knotted the rope in place. The next loops, half way up the forearm were cinched and knotted. I quickly worked my way up her arms pulling her elbows tightly together then working higher still.

Once I was satisfied that her shoulders were forced back and her breasts prominently thrust forward I tied the rope off in a knot that I could easily release but of course she could not reach. I lifted her bound arms off her back and Sandy moaned as she was forced to bend forward. I released my grip and she straightened, her bound hands coming to rest atop the graceful curve of her ass.

" It's four thirty, the sun will be up soon. We're going to the beach to watch the sun rise." I cheerfully told my love. She probably wanted to complain about this harebrained idea, She definitely would have preferred sleeping in, but what can a poor girl do when her Master calls? Even if it is before the crack of dawn.

I rummaged through our dresser drawers and found a skirt, a dark, gauzy, cotton one, a bit longer than I approve of, but it had an elastic waist so it fit my needs of the moment. With her arms bound she couldn't dress herself so I held the skirt open in front of her and she daintily stepped into it. I pulled it up over her hips then gave her a playful swat on the tush through the thin fabric. I just love to hear that sexy little yelp of hers.

At the doorway we stopped to clip the ten foot walking leash to her collar and I slipped my left hand through the leash's handle, a mere formality, but one I do enjoy.

We stepped out into the predawn darkness, it was a bit cool and a breeze was coming in off the ocean. Even from this distance you could hear the surf pounding. Our condo was right on the boardwalk a hundred yards from the ocean, and at this hour we were assured a little privacy. Sandy was shivering though, so I wrapped my right arm around her naked shoulder pulling her closer, more for comfort than warmth. From a distance in the darkness we were the most common of sights. Two lovers headed for the beach, only a closer inspection would reveal that my beauty was topless, bound, and wore a collar and leash.

" Master, I need to go." She whispered in my ear, though there was no one around to hear her.
I sighed, we were only fifty yards from the end of the boardwalk, sand and saw grass were on either side of the path. With a nod I lead her off onto the sand. She squatted down as the wind tugged at her skirt. I hoped she wouldn't wet it.

" Come on little one we don't want to be late."

We'd become a different common sight; a man out walking his leashed pet, waiting impatiently for her to finish her business. I looked about but there was no one nearby; out along the beach I could see lights from a few scattered night fishermen still casting into the surf. She finished, rose, and was transformed, once more she becoming a lover at my side on a stroll to the beach.

We reach the end of the boardwalk a wooden stairway descended down onto the beach. The tide was coming in and the surf roared as it crashed into the sand. The sky to the east was lightening though the sun was still a few minutes away. Sandy stepped toward the stairway but the leash pulled her up short.

" Halt!" I order relishing the authority "Down girl" I would have her become my bitch pup again. Sandy squatted down on her haunches at the top of the stairway. A gust of wind blew her skirt out behind her revealing her lovely pear shaped bottom and I immediately knew what I wanted. I wrapped her leash around the wooden railing and squatted down beside her. She turned her head toward me her trussed arms were forced off to the right as she turned. Her expression was filled with curiosity and need. She wanted to know what I required of her She awaited my orders. At times like this I know why I'm in love.

Mad Lews

11-13-2005, 03:42 PM

Afraid I have to post it in two parts. Sorry folks I can get long winded at times..

Beach Bum 2

My left hand gripped her shoulder pressing it downward while my right hand dipped between her legs pushing her bottom upward while I stroked her hairless mons. She whined pitifully and rocked forward onto her knees as her forehead came to rest on the boardwalk. She was shaking as she bent to my whim, her delicious little ass wavering in the air as she kowtowed before the roaring ocean.

I drew the skirt up over her back, exposing her. She turned her head toward me her lips forming a kiss. My hand slid higher between her legs exploring her moist folds. She was wet, but not nearly enough for what I had in mind.

I expressed my disappointment with a sharp slap across her left buttock. She squealed in shock her body jerking with a start. I applied a second swat to her right cheek just because symmetry is important. This time when my hand delved into her inner folds she wept moisture with abandon.

She whimpered softly as I moistened my fingers within her. She gave another startled cry as my hand withdrew and rose higher, a finger gently circling the puckered ring of flesh that was my true destination. She sobbed, no doubt preferring I use her in any other way but that. My finger pressed forward, insistent, slowly she opened to the invading digit, which sank deeper and then unhurriedly withdrew. A second moistened finger joined the first gently stretching, probing, and plunging forward with restrained enthusiasm. By now Sandy had begun to warm to the idea, moaning as her hips rotated in counterpoint to my invading fingers. She was almost ready and the sun is nearly upon us.

I reluctantly pulled my fingers out but her greedy little bottom wanted more, swaying as it tried to follow the retreating digits. I rose over my prostrate lover and used her cinched arms to raise her up onto her knees, then I stood before her loosening the drawstring of my shorts and tugging them down. Her eyes widened as I sprang free bobbing before her. She needed no instructions now, eagerly engulfing me with her lips. I slide deeper toward the back of her throat my hands on her shoulders steadying her.

" You'll want to moisten that real well, woman." I growl impatiently and of course her only answer was a sputtering noise as she gulped. I thrust in and out a few times stretching her lips while she drooled and slathered me as best she could. The sky was brightening the sun was almost ready. I reluctantly pulled away from Sandy's loving mouth and took my position behind her.

My knees nudged her legs further apart as I slid forward, pulling her hips toward me and sinking into her sopping pussy. She sighed contentedly. Perhaps she thought I'd changed my mind, but then I spat into my hand and rubbed the saliva between her cheeks. Eagerly smearing this final bit of lubricant while my fingers worked anew to loosen and relax her tighter entrance.

I rocked back slowly sliding out of her dripping pussy at the same time cupping her breasts pulling her up until her back pressed against my chest her bound arms forced off to the side. My knees slid deeper spreading her legs further apart and lifting her up off her own knees until she was forced up onto her feet and was squatting over my lap.
" Such a cute little ass." I gloated, my impatient cock sliding along the crevice of her butt. I release her breasts but only so I could support her bottom and raise her hips a little bit higher.

It was nearly time.

My thumbs pulled her cheeks open, I throbbed in anticipation positioning myself against her puckered opening.

A bright line of orange breasted the eastern horizon and I release her hips.

With a sharp squeal she slowly slid down my length. It was such an exquisite feeling as I slipped through that tight portal on my way toward ecstasy. I wanted to hold her there forever buried in her snug embrace but after just a few taut seconds I could not be restrained. I thrust with abandon while she bounced up and down on my lap with equal enthusiasm. My hands returned to her breasts squeezing her nipples between thumb and forefinger. She cried out in delight and bounced harder and faster. Soon she was sobbing wildly, and calling my name. All thought had abandoned both of us as we rejoiced in pure feeling. She begged and pleaded, but what she was begging for I'm not sure that even she could say. My right hand abandoned her breast to slide down across her belly coming to rest just above her throbbing nub.

The last bit of that fiery orange ball lifted above the horizon.

I whispered in her ear," Cum for me Sandy." as my fingers strummed across her aching clit.

She screeched and jerked about on my lap as I spurted deep inside her. It seemed to go on forever.

I wrapped my arms around her, hugging her tight, as we both tried to regain our breath.

I barely recovered in time to see that three curious surf casters had picked up their gear and were headed toward our stairway. I pulled up my shorts then pulled Sandy's skirt up over her breasts. It was long enough to still cover her as long as she kept her knees together. We sat together at the top of the stairway my arm around her shoulder to obscure the fact that her arms were bound behind her. The three fishermen eyes were riveted on my love as they climbed the stairs. That was natural, as she is a delightful sight even with clothes on. She blushed prettily under their leering eyes. Once they were past us all three began to chatter excitedly, though the wind off the ocean took their words away. Still there was no mistaking the sound of three men chuckling, and no doubt at Sandy's expense.

It wasn't till we rose to leave that I realized she was still tethered to the railing. They had been staring at her leash and collar, no wonder they were laughing as the left. I unhitched the leash and held her close to me.

" Do you think they were jealous Master?" Sandy asked coyly.

Of course they were, and with good reason, but she already knew that.

© Mad Lews

Chuckdom19

11-13-2005, 04:05 PM

Beautiful story, Lews, and very well written. Lovely emotions.

pejanon

11-13-2005, 04:49 PM

... of the World Unite! You can Lose Nothing but Your Armbinders!

Whooop - Mad wrote a good old D/s smut story.

Whooop - And its really good ( I can't say sweet, let be reasonable), and damn hot.

Whooop - and no exhibitionism, no brilliant and/or obscure allusions, witty chatter, no tricks, just plain dirty fun!

AND Whooops - it's romantic! (I won't tell anyone)

I loved the atmosphere and the sunrise motif (allegory, parable?)

Inspired Mad!
(no - I am not asking for more, you being discerning person, figure it out,:D )

Pej

Mad Lews

11-13-2005, 05:13 PM

pejanon

11-13-2005, 06:35 PM

:)
Pej,
Did anyone ever tell you you're easy? :) I was going to call it "The Sun Also Rises" but it was taken.
the Mad one

I just looove being easy.

Great story Mad, I mean it.

Pej

learningtopleez

11-14-2005, 11:29 AM

I'm closer to one of my goals in life - making people deliciously hot. (And letting them play fly on wall)

Pej

I for one Sir think you have far surpassed your goal of making people deliciously hot!:)

learningtopleez

11-14-2005, 11:34 AM

Just wanted to compliment you dear Mad Sir on your wonderfully hot, romantic, and juicy tale!:) Thanks! it definitely hit the spot!:p

Now could someone please turn the heat down in here?? NOT!!!:D

Nikita

11-14-2005, 01:46 PM

There's something to be said about the beach. It heats up the blood; all those beach bunnies and handsome harrys flexing and baring their balls. Then suddenly, everything starts popping. (Oops, I did it again :D I'm slapping Britney down...)

Fresh air, sunshine, sand between the toes, and the smell of the ocean make it feel like summer's around the corner. (I wish...)

I looooove your story, and from a madman at that. Still waters run deep...(did I say that?)

My favorite was this:

It wasn't till we rose to leave that I realized she was still tethered to the railing. They had been staring at her leash and collar, no wonder they were laughing as they left. I unhitched the leash and held her close to me.

Very sweet. (She hands Mad the brush) Need this?:D

Nikita

Mad Lews

11-14-2005, 04:38 PM

Just wanted to compliment you dear Mad Sir on your wonderfully hot, romantic, and juicy tale!:) Thanks! it definitely hit the spot!:p

Now could someone please turn the heat down in here?? NOT!!!:D

Please LTP,

I'm trying to escape the romance writer rep. I really need to get a little rough with those sweet, adorable, lickable little hot cross buns of yours dear. Damn, were's the hairbrush, and the cool whip. and why won't my smiley faces work :( ?

Your freindly

Mad man

Mad Lews

11-14-2005, 04:50 PM

There's something to be said about the beach. It heats up the blood; all those beach bunnies and handsome harrys flexing and baring their balls. Then suddenly, everything starts popping. (Oops, I did it again :D I'm slapping Britney down...)

Fresh air, sunshine, sand between the toes, and the smell of the ocean make it feel like summer's around the corner. (I wish...)

I looooove your story, and from a madman at that. Still waters run deep...(did I say that?)

My favorite was this:

Very sweet. (She hands Mad the brush) Need this?:D

Nikita

Damn it Nikita,i
I'm not sweet!
Honest, However since you came up with the inspiring avatar I suppose we can dispense with the brush and settle for a bare handed one on those cute buns.
No really I won't grope ya...
What's that? you believe me?
Well I do have this nice bridge for sale up here in Brooklyn.....
Mad

learningtopleez

11-14-2005, 09:15 PM

Please LTP,

I'm trying to escape the romance writer rep. I really need to get a little rough with those sweet, adorable, lickable little hot cross buns of yours dear. Damn, were's the hairbrush, and the cool whip. and why won't my smiley faces work :( ?

Your freindly

Mad man

Oh my!! Did I say romantic?? :rolleyes:

Yes...yes I did! Especially if you're gonna be using a hairbrush and cool whip!:D

Btw...orchid may still have those items in her possession...since you used them on her last!!:p Just a friendly hint for the NOT romantic Mad!!:)

pejanon

11-15-2005, 12:20 PM

Well, if you are asked so nicely to turn down the heat (NOT) - you have to oblige...

This tale is stand alone - but it also starts at the exact point where my Seven Swats Game left....

since I am sucker for titles - here's ...

FILL IN BLANKS ON THE WAY TO ZEPPELIN

(Dashes do NOT stand for letter or words)

He brushed her flushed face and gazed into her liquid eyes.

"What do you say...after such a lesson?"

Nike stammered "Th.... th ..."

"What? Say it!"

Nike's eyes glazed suddenly and her lips became tight line. Not a sound came from her.

"That was game, set, match. Now! Say it!"

She just stared at him as he asked again - then shook her head. He rolled her off his lap onto the floor.

"Get cleaned and dressed, you tramp. Look at you!" he said as he looked at the crumbled tennis outfit.

She scrambled towards the locked and looked back at him.

"What?!" he admonished ashe scrambled towards the locker and looked back at him.

She got down oh all fours, crawled away, intentionally giving him 'come and get it' view of her red bottom. Stoping, she turned her head and he though he saw a glint in her eye.

"Scat!"

Nike hoisted herself up and trotted briskly to her locker where she peeled off her not-so-white-anymore dress. As she opened the locker to put on her day clothes on, she looked at the Wolf. He shook his head.

"Are you a Slut, Nikita?"

"__ __", she said defiantly.

"Then dress like one."

Out came her special bag, and she dressed like one. She took her time; displaying each piece of clothing to him and putting them on slowly.

"Long latex stockings, roll them up, slowly, then, snap, snap. Thin belt-like garter to attach the stockings. But BEFORE you attach them, snap the snaps against your leg. I want to hear it."

"__ __" she said under her breath and covered her mouth quickly because she spoke out of turn.

"Now, attach them. Now, for the gloves, pull them up slowly, one finger at the time, smooth them, first one, then the other. Not a wrinkle, Nikita."

As the leather vest is pulled out, it's quilted squares are steel knobbed, very stiff, short and sleeveless. When she put it on, it reached just about the third of the way down her back and stuck out at an angle, its stiff edge away from her skin. But, in all its absurdity, it stressed the curve of her naked back, and pointed to Nike's bare, glowing ass; an ass that appeared supported by the latex stockings.

Finally, she picked up the stiletto sandals and slowly clasped each thin, blood-red band over her feet, and ran into some difficulty as the leather straps glided over her smoothly latex encased feet. The red sandals accented the black outfit and seemed to bondage her feet for Wolf.

When she finished, she cast a glance under her long eyelashes at Wolf and searched for approval on his face. She stood upright, proud, rightly proud. Her skin was pale and radiant in fluorescent glare, her breasts jutting out between the vest's wings. A trickle of sweat ran between them, over the glimpse of her ribs, then over her hard tummy, exploring the belly button sliding in tiny rivulets toward her jutting mons, drawn by glistening wetness between Nike's legs.

He tried to hide his admiration and practiced a stony look. Their eyes met; she smiled. He tried to stop his own smile-back and instead waved his hand towards her hair and face. She quickly wiped her still tear stained face, and scrambling through her bag, found a lipstick, almost purple, and applied it liberally. She pouted like a self conscious little girl who was trying on a stolen stick. She took a leather band and tied her hair in tight, smooth ponytail. Then Nike straightened up again.

"What are you Nikita, tell me!" he said gruffly.

There was a certain timbre in his voice that sounded almost choked.

"__ __ __ __"

"Yes you are. A real one."

" __ __ __ __"

"AH, but you will NOT thank me for that impudent red ass of yours?"

She just looked into the distance. He stormed towards her, his boots echoed on concrete, leather jeans emitting a squishy oiled noise. The Wolf pinned her hands behind her back. Nike felt her wrists encased with hard armbands, heard a click - she knew he locked the links directly to each other, letting the short chain dangle.. As he pushed her toward the door, he held her steady with his body. She wobbled a bit on her stiletto feet, but he held her - pushing her on.

Corridors, stairs, hallway, and finally, to the parking lot.. Almost bereft of cars, but not quite, almost dark, but not quite. In the distance, city light glared and twinkled as they blotted out the stars in evening sky.

Up above, Nike saw a zeppelin. It should say Goodyear, but somehow it spells out to the world - SlutYea. It was fitted with strong reflector swinging slowly and whenever it passed over the lot, she was bathed in the stark, iridescent glare of the cold electric light.

As Nike was pushed towards his dark Lexus, her wrists were unclasped and she was made to grasp the edge of the car roof on the Lexus, her arms straight, her body almost horizontal. She spread her legs and they were pushed even further apart. Nike's head hung down and her tightly packed breasts reached out to mother earth. He pulled her chain around the luggage carrier on the car, re-locked the clasp, bending her, turning her into half sawhorse tethered to his car. Her legs - inverted V, torso - sunk slightly in the middle, ass jutted up; she was ridding her own body-horse of desire.

Nike felt his hand on her heated ass and grew goose bumps from the chilly air. Suddenly, pain exploded on her burning flesh. The heft behind the blow pushed her into the side of the car. The Lexus rocked from the blow, the stereo kicking in, and the muffled sounds of Led Zeppelin's "Black Dog" flooded the parking lot.

As her head flew up, her mouth opened in a scream. The ponytail whipped wildly against the jacket; it's tip audibly hit the bare skin. What? She racked her brain and was hit again, the swat almost lifting her off the ground. A sobbing Nike shook her head and swung her ponytail in wild semi-arc. This was not the paddle he used on her before. What was it?

"Yes, what?" He growled, familiar with her inquisitive mind. "Tell me what is it?"

Wolf struck again and almost tattooed her against the car with the force of next two blows.

He stopped to ask her again, "What is it?"

Straightening her trembling arms she pushed herself away from the car sweat pouring over her body, dripping from forehead., running down her legs, slicking the latex even more.. And there was another drip... between her legs.

pejanon

11-15-2005, 12:21 PM

sorry - p 1 appeared twice (???)
please read on

pejanon

11-15-2005, 02:24 PM

Fill in Blanks on the Way to Zeppelin p2

Straightening her trembling arms she pushed herself away from the car sweat pouring over her body, dripping from forehead., running down her legs, slicking the latex even more.. And there was another drip... between her legs.

The night air puffed her pussy lips even more, Nike though she could hear the drip of her juice on the asphalt - feeling tangibly the beam of blimp light bathing her, exposing her nakedness - sucking the essence of her nudity in the sky.

Wherever that beam of light swung over the city, its transported her message to all interested souls: here is the wettest, greediest pussy; come and get it. As the light came back to bathe her all those eyes came to stare at her, to drink their fill of her exposed nakedness, to drink in her soul.

And the SlutYea Eye in the Sky kept swinging, searching for more.

"What is it?"

The Wolf's reappeared in her consiousness, and forced her to concentrate through the new surge of blistering pain. She tugged helplessly at her bonds.

"__ __ __ "

"No." laughed, "You can do better than that, you ponytail, you."

He swung again, almost sending her on the roof, her elbows driving painfully in her sides.

"__ __!" she screamed into the night.

"Right! How smart! It's a short, rectangular one! How many blows? Including this one?"

"__ __ __" she whimpered.

"Are you sure? I'll reread and check! You do not want to know what will happen if you are wrong!"

She heard a clatter of wood on the asphalt and knew he dropped the toy. Wolf grabbed Nike's ponytail, forcing her upward, her panting mouth an O of desperation and desire. As she felt him press into her, he pulled her head back even more. Nike looked into the sky at the SlutYea zeppelin that was just an silent observer now.

"What are you, again?"

"__ __ __"she stuttered, gulping air between sobs.

"And what do you do when paddled at your master's whim?"

"__ __ __"

"How profoundly?"

"__ __ __"

"We'll see how good are you at that. There will be no more of that ponytailed bratiness, right?"

"__ __ __" gasped Nike as he squeezed her breast.

"No more of what? And MORE of what?"

" __ __ __"

He released the hold on her ponytail and shifted his hands to grab her blistered ass cheeks. She moaned as his finger moved in between them, touched her drenched pussy, circled but never touched Nike's engorged clit.. Wolf's removed his hand and she knew that he was sucking her essence off his fingers.

"You need Pampers," he muttered, then grabbed her hip with one hand and placed the other firmly on the small of her back, forcing her to bend forward even further.

Nike felt the head of Wolf cock move between her spread asscheeks, her anus twitching - the head touched it, moved away, came back. He pushed against the clenched muscle slowly. She gasped and tried to turn toward him, but he smacked her face lightly.

"No peeking now. Not yet."

He pushed against the pressure of Nike's sphincter and tempered his need with her resistance, inexorably forcing her open.

"Come on it. Take the zeppelin in. Push out. What do the good ponytails do when a cock announces its desire at their ass?"

"__ __ __" she gasped. Nike's screams reverberated in the asphalt playground as she forced her hole open and pushed herself onto the Wolf cock.

Nike concentrated on controlling the pain of this invasion. This pain is different, her mind sang then she thought "What TWO muscles?" and THEN - her mind blanked as her entered her.

Pain? Searing? Splitting? - yes, but it did not impale her body, it seared and split souls. She heard his gasp as he lodged further into her trembling body. His need flowed from his Nike-encased-dick into her guts, down her pussy, then rushed into her mind like bejeweled lighting.

Lights flashed in front of her eyes. and from the furnace that was Wolf she heard, "What now - tell me what now!" and his balls slapped her inflamed pussy.

" __ __ "

Nike's asshole squeezed. Hard. Wolf managed to withstand the viselike grip on his dick and grabbed her by the shoulder when she tried to move away.

"You will fuck only when told," he grated.

He pulled back an inch and Nike felt her sphincter was being pulled out. He then slammed into her burning ass. She felt sure he had become thicker and instinctively tried to squeeze him out, only to feel herself stretched even more.

'What now - you sluttail?" he asked and grabbed her gaping pussy. He entered her using two fingers to spread her lips, allowing no more squeezing herself to climax. Nike felt invaded; her holes taken away, but opened. Which was more intensive? Nike didn't know if it was the emptiness of her sopping pussy or the engorgement of her asshole.

"What now? What do you need to do now?'

" __ __"

"Ah yes, but, not yet."

He leaned over her, the weight of his body almost overpowered Nike. As her legs buckled, he held her up, leaving them to dangle while her torso remained horizontal. Wolf untied her from the car.

Nike felt small, almost cuddled, as he bear-hugged her, the perfect little sheath for Wolf's cock.

His lips brush against Nike's wet cheek. She moved her head toward his as he smothers her lips, sucks her tongue drinks her gasps, imbibing the
pulse of her nub and her asshole he senses in her mouth.

As he looked in her liquid green fired eyes, he disengaged his mouth and whispered, "Perhaps little Nikita is ready for a Zeppelin Hunt?"

She nodded her best little girl nod, "__ __ __"

Wolf ripped his cock out, not cumming. letting her pulse, gape, and squeeze freely now. He swept her up in his arms and never let her touch the ground.

Nike's legs dangled over his arm. Her head lolled but he caughs it in fold between his arm and chest. She rised her hand towards her face, then asked permission with her eyes.

He nodded, "Yes little Nikita, you may," She put her thumb in her mouth and squeezed her thighs together tightly and rode the high wave.

As Wolf carried her toward the house. she enjoyed the comforting sway, the cradling, and finally, the emptiness of her anus and wondered what was the Zeppelin Hunt?

She didn't wonder hard.

She knew she will soon find out.

Copyright 2005 (c) by Wolff

for the One

Mad Lews

11-16-2005, 04:52 PM

But I for one got a little confused with the fill in the blank format. I liked the story... OK I liked the slut in the story, but the story was good too.:D
I'm just a little lost on the blanks game play.:confused:
Could be I'm just slow on the uptake. Give us a hint?
Mad

pejanon

11-17-2005, 03:25 PM

Hi Mad - thank you.:)

WHAT goes in blanks is/was pretty obvious - mostly standard stuff. However invention is/was most welcome.

Perhaps it requires more involved reading - sort of getting into 'feel' of the story? My fault if it does not work.

You are welcome to try - but consider wearing leather jacket, latex stocking and red heels - maybe those would help. No? Well....;)

Thanks for kind comment

Pej

Chuckdom19

11-17-2005, 05:04 PM

Not a bad story, but some of her responses can not be figured out (by me, at least) from context.

Maybe a little hint, here and there?

Nikita

11-18-2005, 09:36 AM

This blasted site posted an edit as another separate entry...grrr

Nikita

11-18-2005, 09:37 AM

Interview with a Domme by Nikita

The phone rang at 11:20 am. I looked at the caller id; it was her.:eek:

"I'm getting ready to leave. What are YOU doing?" she asked.

"Just hopped out of the shower. Be there by noon." I lied.

Guess what, I rushed my ass over there. I wasn't going to be late a second time.

The lunch spot was loud, bustling, and had LOTS of tables. It was an ideal location for interviewing the domme. Tanya arrived on time, and, as usual, in black attire, her bearing regal, as if she was descended from the Dracules. Long, wavy, dark red hair surrounded the pale, thin face. Her tropical blue eyes could turn icy at the snap of a finger. Her steel toed black leather boots had chain wrapped across the top and under the heel. The familiar black leather bag made a return appearance, and, I hoped, sans Bible.:rolleyes:

To say I was trembling would be an understatement. Tanya graced me with her smile and treated me to lunch. As she ushered me to a table and retrieved our lunch trays, I struggled to gather my wits. We both ordered broccoli cheddar soup, a personal winter favorite, dry sandwiches, and water to wash it down. The wall we sat against buffered the noise but did little to shelter us from the close proximity of the other diners. And so, we talked of normal things again...until I took out my pen and notebook.

The notebook was pale yellow and sage green plaid...not something that can be ignored. Our eyes connected and it was time to begin. She smiled and suddenly, I needed to take a shit.:eek:

"Whatcha got kiddo..." she asked, chewing out of the side of her mouth.

"Umm, here's a questionnaire that was sent to me. Can you explain some of these things?"

As she glanced over them, her head nodded, as if VERY familiar with the questions.

"Oh, this measures curiosity levels." She noted, "Yours?"

"And His."

An evil grin crossed her face and came to shadow mine.

"It's evident he likes boobs and pussy,...foot worship...no mystery there...oh...and ..."

Tanya pointed to a question and I nodded.

"Now for yours..."

She took out her reading glasses for mine.

"You gotta change this, can't be a wuss," she admonished. "And you don't like THIS? Well, you are going to try it girly. That's what I'D make you do." and she changed my answer.:(

In fact, she changed quite a few of my answers, and my head was spinning. I felt like a bubble head. What was I going to do? Can't argue with a redhead whose hair is redder than yours. Then she pointed to a question that I found hard to answer...I shook my head.:(

"Hmmm, ya got your hands full, girly. boxed yourself in."

Her comment felt like a blow and I wanted to ask "Doc, am I gonna live?":(

"Let's put our heads together here..." she suggested.

For about an hour we went through the questionnaires. They covered interest levels and limits of BDSM, something completely alien and unintelligible to me. I felt like a Tiddlywinks player in a Monopoly game tournament, and I wanted to play.

Midway through lunch, she hoisted the leather bag onto her lap. Through the thick bank of lashes, I watched out of the corner of my eye.

"Brought ya something. Got this years ago and never wore it. It doesn't fit my husband, either. He's too big."

My eyes were the size of Oreos at that statement alone. She casually placed the studded black leather collar in front of me, in full view of everyone. My heart skipped a couple of beats. With clammy, shaking hands, I quickly swiped it off the table, and dropped it on the floor. As I bent to pick it up, my silverware dropped on the other side of the table and attracted more attention. My efforts to be casual were anything but. Tanya was shook with laughter. It was then I started to laugh as well, at the absurd my reaction to her trick. She proved to be adept at pushing my already deeply pressed buttons. My synapses snapped like electricity.:eek:

"What is this? A collar? It has metal spikes!" I whispered hoarsely with shock and awe.

I struggled to stuff it in my bag; the spikes inflicted pain.

"It's a subbie collar. You can wear it next time you play with your husband. It's too small for a man."

Her laughter tinkled like water in a glass. Funny, I didn't think she could ever sound like a little girl.

"It was too small for your husband?" I asked, as a smile creeped up on my face.

Suddenly, in unison, we howled and stomped our feet at the thought. :D Her husband was tall and brawny, a real biker type, not someone who'd wear a subbie collar, by any means, married to a domme or not. I the wiped tears of laughter that streaked down my face. But, I was not finished with my lesson.

The lady domme reached into her bag again, the one that held the Bible, whipped out a baton style flogger with leather strips, and laid it on the table next to the questionnaires. :eek: That sobered me up quickly. I stared at it. My tears became thick and glazed. She heard my heart thumping.

"Don't worry. Occasionally, I have to use it on myself for a little stimulation, so I keep it handy." she, a little embarrassed at this admission. "I don't have anyone to beat me properly. Would you like to practice?" she asked, in that little girl voice.;)

2005 (c) by Nikita

learningtopleez

11-18-2005, 12:13 PM

Ooooohhh Nikita....I really love this one!! It is funny and serious and shows that the two can be and are friends. Btw...I love everything you write luv...you are quite talented! :)

I really love the part about you running late! LOL Do all subbies do that??:rolleyes:

So...did ya practice...huh??...did ya??? Inquiring and perverted minds wanna know!:D

Alex Bragi

11-18-2005, 08:37 PM

Rebecca's Revenge

"Revenge is mine, saith the Lord!"

Rebecca's words bellowed triumphantly, as glistening tears streamed down her soft cheeks. At last she could hold her head up high and proud. The limp and lifeless body that lay naked between her spread knees had earlier screamed a chorus of agony, but now the mouth refused to sing anymore sweet notes for her. Closing her eyes she inhaled deeply then scowled; his filthy blood reeked of evil. The stench of a sinner! She smiled. Yes, but not strong enough to eliminate the gratifyingly unsoured smell of revenge. No longer begging and pleading for mercy, his deathly silence now washed her with peace and tranquillity she had once thought not possible. Reaching across to the bedside table she picked up the tattered bible, then holding it to her bosom, she whispered, "Praise the Lord. Cleansed—cleansed at last..."

Revenge is an ugly emotion. It's a poison that threatens the purity of your very soul. It's an abscess that time allows to fester into a ghastly wound. The more you try to fight it, the stronger it becomes until you feel as if it controls your very being. It's a frightful demon that possesses you and needs to be exorcised. You need to rid yourself of it, or you will never be righteous and clean. You can not enter the kingdom of heaven with tainted and impure thoughts of vengeance and loathing in your heart. You must rid yourself of the unpaid misdeeds of those who have sinned against you. You must cleanse your very soul...

Just a short time earlier his tears had fallen freely as he begged her. "No, Rebecca! Please, Rebecca! Don't do it!"

'No Father Paul! Please, please don't...' The trembling voice of a child echoed inside her head, her own words taunting and torturing. After today, they would haunt her no more.

The Lord moves in mysterious ways.

"Please, Rebecca. I beg you!" His pleads were like cruel barbs tearing open old wounds that had become toxic with bitterness and disgust, urging her on and giving her the divine strength required to do what needed to be done.

His chest heaved and his face glistened with sweat as he twisted and struggled, unable to free himself from bondage of the metal bands holding her hands and feet.

Her fresh and lovely face contorted and her eyes blackened with rage as she mined deep into her soul for the lode of cold hatred hidden beneath a guise of beauty, youth and innocence for so many years. Grabbing hold of his flaccid organ, she slashed the knife across his scrotum. He howled a hollow scream caused her to hesitate and recoil. Immediately blood sprayed from the gapping wound and splattering across her pale skin then pulsed out to form an ever-widening stain on the white sheets

God's children must be strong and brave.

"Please, Rebecca..." he pleaded, his voice now low and husky—almost a whisper between his whimpering and sniffling.

Wrapping her blood-smeared fingers around his penis shaft, she lifted the knife again. He gasped, and his watery eyes widened and bulged.

"Please. No!"

She gazed down. She smiled and slowly nodded, then she slashed the silver blade with full and hateful vigour to sever the evil tool from his convulsing body. A heavy gush of his warm blood squirted up over her belly and trickled down between her legs soaking her soft pubic hair. He screamed—a long harrowing squall of pain. Rebecca smiled. Every minute of his suffering needed to be savoured. No longer a strong or young man, how much could his now aged body take? His mouth dropped open and his lower lip quivered slightly before his face appeared to swell up and turn an odd shade of purple. He gasped a couple of times as if unable to breath, then his face lost its colour entirely, and his eyes dropped open to stare vacantly up at the ceiling.

"Praise the Lord..."

Rebecca held the severed phallic up and let the warm blood trickle down her arm. Today she had done a brave and noble thing. Angels in heaven would rejoice that one of Satan's servants had been slain.

Mad Lews

11-19-2005, 03:19 AM

Rebecca's Revenge

"Revenge is mine, saith the Lord!"

Wow! Leave it to Alex to show us how to pack a bucket full of strong feelings and raw emotion into 700 words or less.
You've been away too long Alex, welcome back!
And about our date Saturday;) … I'm going to be a bit busy…the gutters need cleaning and.. uhm I was going to church that day any way…:D

A great and bloody well-done short.

Mad Lews

Nikita

11-19-2005, 01:01 PM

Alex:

My hair is standing on end...:eek: Your story was hair raising, (did I repeat myself?) in that revenge, sometimes, is best served cold. As a silent reader of your previous posts, in my humble opinion, this was an appropriate addition to 'ShortTakes. :D

Nikita

Ranai

11-20-2005, 12:37 PM

Nikita: Ha, I always knew these 'activity questionnaires' were merely an invitation to arbitrary despotism! Now I wanna watch her biker type husband jump as she snaps her fingers, please? (Bah, who needs silly collars. :p )

Alex: Mmmm revenge stories. I think I have a special faible for desperate pleading in the face of imminent doom. :)
Aged body :( ... oh well, too bad, I guess avengers can't be choosers.

orchidsoul

11-20-2005, 05:15 PM

Great shorts (and longs)!

Mad: you're convincing us you ARE a romantic. Stop that this minute! (please Sir, of course :) )

Pej: I failed at filling in the blanks too...

Nik: I love your analogies! twists and candor :) Did you ever get to use the bathroom??

Alex: Fantastic revenge story... raised the hair on my arms too.

Mo: Done with finals anytime soon? I'm still looking forward to the rest of that story :)

learningtopleez

11-21-2005, 12:38 PM

Alex....all I can manage here is a huge WOW! That was one helluva short luv! Excellent!

And it's good to see you dropping in orchid luv! kisses

Ranai

11-24-2005, 06:21 PM

Any new developments in your workshop?
We are still waiting for the next part of your party entertainment.
Or are you perhaps planning to post it all in the 'long takes' section?

Ranai

11-24-2005, 06:38 PM

‘Comfortable?’

‘Hm hm,’ I assented. What else could I have said? There was no way out. Even nodding my head was out of the question.

A last touch before I would be left alone. ‘I will be back,’ she announced.

I listened to her steps as she withdrew. I was on my own now, immobile and unseeing.

Faint noises could be heard. Here and there, voices of strangers. My head rested where she had told me to put it, drawn back at an uncomfortable angle. With my chin forced up, my throat felt uncannily exposed to those unseen surroundings.

What was she doing now? Was she just letting me stew while she enjoyed a drink? Was she with someone else perhaps, unseen by me, merely a few metres away but unreachable?

Where her hands had touched my body, they had left behind an unfamiliar feeling. Was this the dreaded burning sensation she had mentioned? No, it was nothing. My senses were playing tricks on me. No need to panic or cry for help.

I tried to relax and forget the growing stiffness in my limbs, forget about my helpless position in a strange place. My mind wandered, questioning my resolve yet again. Would it be worth it? Had it been a dumb idea? There was nothing for it but to wait. The seconds slowly melted away.

A movement. She was back. I heard her voice above me me.

‘It is time. Don’t get startled.’

I exhaled, and then I felt her gentle touch in those sensitive areas where strangers never touch strangers. Coolness. Delicate expertise. Almost no pressure.

‘Here,’ she said.

My fingers felt softness and moisture. Carefully, I repeated her gestures.

Finally I was able to open my eyes, blinking in the unaccustomed brightness.

I wiped once more on either side. Her hand appeared beside me and took the smeared cotton-wool away. In the mirror I made out a familiar face, eyes surrounded with dark, newly dyed eyelashes.

© 2005 Ranai Pahav. All rights reserved.

Alex Bragi

11-25-2005, 01:10 AM

Rania, love it!!! That one really, really tickled my warped sense of fun!!! :)

Microwave0ven

11-25-2005, 01:31 AM

Ooh, wow, I missed a lot.. I hadn't been in here recently as of recently.. thanks to ltp for reminding me i hadn't finished my story yet :p I'd forgotten completely!

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mad, man, are you getting soft and mushy? ;) good story though!
pejanon, i didn't quite get the blanks part, some places i need more hints!
nikita, lol, the part about the collar and the domme's husband was hilarious!
*shudders* that's one bloody story, Alex!
Ranai, cool story with an unusual twist.. hehe
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Brian wished he could see the boy's face, get to know him, see the emotions running through him. However, he knew it was one of Vanessa's quirks that the sub-in-training not know which master or mistress was testing them and the same vice-versa. Personally, he thought it was a good thing, to protect the privacy of all parties, but just this once, he wished she didn't keep that rule.

He kept at what he was doing but asked over his shoulder, "Ness, can I get him on his knees?" Brian was all business now, no more teasing.

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Vanessa broke off her quiet conversation with the other two mistresses and came over. "Of course." She demonstrated how to unclip the arm bindings from the poles. "And we can leave the feet there, the joints of the clips can rotate." She explained, "Where do you want his hands?"

"Behind his back." came the terse reply. Vanessa clipped Mark's wrists together behind his back as requested.

Going to stand in a quieter corner of the room, she switched the microphone on and spoke, "Good boy, this is part of your reward. I'm proud of you for behaving so well so far." She came back and now put a hand to her boy's shoulders, applying gentle pressure. "Kneel down." she told him.

After he'd knelt down, she switched the microphone back off and looked at Brian questioningly. He nodded, and she returned to her seat to continue watching him perform his art of domination.

learningtopleez

11-25-2005, 01:41 AM

Great short Ranai...didn't expect it to go there! But I like it...I do!:)

And Mo luv...I reminded you...but it seems you are just teasing us even more....such a short little piece of your short take!:eek: Can we take the waiting much longer??? But the story is just getting me hotter and more bothered! Or is that your intention.....me thinks Mo is getting to be quite the devilish fellow! ;)

Mad Lews

11-25-2005, 05:47 AM

Nice one Ranai, carefully built and well executed. All in under 350 words, nice. :D
You have a very twisted sense of humor.... and I like that in a person.

M.O. welcome back and thanks for the tease. and yes I may have grown soft and mushy but I dare say you'ld grow soft after a few minutes betwixt her heavenly buns.;) (and then hard again, then soft...)

BTW stories are being updated that might not make it to the front page. The silly wabbit (Sorry Rabbit1) is actually doing more work than it appears. All that just to let you know Lien V part three (written all them months ago) got posted yes it's soft romantic mush, though not for the faint of heart, (more for the dolcett fans than we normal types). all of which means I'm going to have to write endings to some of these dangeling stories.

Mayhaps the library is returning to it's former glory?:p

Mad Lews

Ranai

11-25-2005, 02:50 PM

Glad it made you smile, Alex!
Microwave0ven, thanks for your comment and the update and – argh! Now this sexy delightful young man is on his knees, hands bound behind his back... and... and... how shall we call him, ~ltp~ – Microwave the Merciless? O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?
Straightjacketed One, thank you! And it’s nice to hear that your slightly unstable monarch is progressing in his illustrious career. I am also looking forward to news about the eventual fate of your errant wedding guests.

Microwave0ven

11-26-2005, 12:49 AM

lol, my faithful readers appear to be very welcoming back of Microwave the Merciless.. I rather like the sounds of that, actually! but for some reason, it makes me feel like I'm related to the Mad-man's sado-King Lien.. ;)

So, anyway, I've been writing more... here we go!

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As soon as Mistress Vanessa left, Master Brian replaced his hand on the boy's shoulder. He kneaded the muscles stiff from being held in the same position for so long for a while before he stepped in closer. "Good lad." he said soothingly even though he knew he couldn't hear him. Feeling the boy's muscles relaxing under his touch, he judged it the right time now to begin.

Brian slipped a hand around the back of the boy's head and fumbled to undo the strap that would undo the gag. He had a feeling this would not be a mistake, rather, would improve the experience. Vanessa got up from the couch to bring him the little pot he'd requested beforehand over the phone, making no comment when he removed the gag.

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There wasn't much of a shadow of a doubt what he was kneeling for. Mark winced as the circulation returned to his arms and he moved his arms slightly. Apparently the master noticed, because he started to massage his arms, taking it slowly. He also removed the ring gag, giving Mark a chance to stretch out his jaw and relax. Mark mouthed, hoping that the master would see, "thank you."

The master stopped rubbing when Mark relaxed. He tapped him twice on the shoulder, as if it were a signal for something. Mark didn't know what to expect at all next. A warm, slightly rough hand firmly gripped his jaw, applying pressure to the sides. He obediently opened his mouth as wide as he could, wanting to show that he was willing.

He'd been fantasizing about this happening for several weeks now, and he'd told Mistress Vanessa about these fantasies. All that was left now, was to carry through with them. He mentally readied himself to take what was coming.

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Smiling as the boy mouthed "Thank you", Brian dipped his two of his fingers into the golden-amber liquid inside the clear glass pot and trailed his fingers around until they were coated with the thick, sticky liquid. He raised his arm and brought it down sharply several times to let the excess sluice off his hand, back into the pot, then slid his slick fingers directly into the boy's open, waiting mouth.

pejanon

11-26-2005, 11:23 AM

MO - "Good boy, this is part of your reward. I'm proud of you for behaving so well so far." Awww - a part? awww you ARE The Merciless One! MORE! - Hehe, see you are not the only merciless one.
(Kidding - actually you do deliver in each peace - and you even have atmosphere without wasting time on it... and you push out further with each 'installment'...)

Ranai - why does is seem so easy when you do it!? I love the twist ending format. And this is certainly novel one. I stared to laught the stopped. Mighty darkness looming behind!

Alex - brrrrr. castration is usually OUT in my book - But this is so tightly packed, powerful - shrort swing then A BLOW! A piece you want to drop but just cannot!

Mad - do not let all those jibes about 'smooch' deter you - I do love smooch/hot/mean believe it or not!

Nikita - you are a natural story teller. I hope you have more Domme adventures in store ....

Wolfie

learningtopleez

11-27-2005, 12:16 AM

Microwave the Merciless....you have earned your name well luv...especially after this last piece! I certainly hope you have time to update us again soon!!:)

Mad Lews

11-27-2005, 12:15 PM

Straightjacketed One, thank you! And it’s nice to hear that your slightly unstable monarch is progressing in his illustrious career. I am also looking forward to news about the eventual fate of your errant wedding guests.

Alas Dear Ranai,
Now I need to come up with a soft romantic ending to my monarchs' brief career, one in which the forces of goodness and light triumph. :rolleyes: That is now required of all stories written in the good ol' USA as part of the aptly named SLAPS test for obscenity. :p (see Ruby for details). As for the wedding guests, I feel a need to do a bit of a revision on what has gone before and then carry on toward a sweet romantic ending. You may have to wait for the full story to be posted in the library (if you can't stand the suspense PM me in a week or two;) )
Your effusive
Mad man Lews

Nikita

11-30-2005, 07:36 AM

Sorry I've been MIA folks...but it is fun catching up!

1. Pej! Fill in the blanks could have been confusing to some...but the rest of the sentences infuse so much fuel it doesn't matter what the blasted blanks would have said. Please post another one, don't leave out a word...;)

2. Ah, Ranai...another verbal puzzle for my brain. :confused: This piece was an excercise for the cobwebs, a sensory deprivation experience in the guise of eyelashes being dyed. It took me days to think on it. A short piece, but a satisfying contribution; one that stays in the mind awhile. Thank you.

3. Mo!!!!! Nice of you to add some more yummy updates. Finals coming up? I meant to ask you...is Brian related to Vanessa, two sides of the same coin? He seems deliciously wicked also... I'm curious to see how explicit you get about Brian feeding Mark the honey.
:D

learningtopleez

11-30-2005, 10:03 PM

I'm curious to see how explicit you get about Brian feeding Mark the honey.
:D

Oh Nikita...you're goooood! :) I never thought about honey! So is she right Mo??? Did she guess it? You will just have to update us again so we can find out! :)

Microwave0ven

12-02-2005, 02:20 PM

nikita is one smart cookie!! :D and your reward is another update!! :)
and i'm not sure who's related to who yet, or haven't decided, more like..

I was meanin to update too, but I hadn't gotten around to it 'cause the site was down.

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Behind the blindfold, Mark blinked in suprise at the sweetness covering the fingers inserted into his mouth. He sucked greedily, licking the crack between the two fingers, over the top, swirling his tongue around the fingertips trying to get all the sweetness and leaning forward, looking for more when the master pulled his fingers away. He felt the master's amusement as a steady hand held him off until the fingers came back once more for him to suckle the honey away and explore with his tongue.

After a few more repetitions of this, the hand pulled away and this time, didn't return. Instead, something warm and salty-sweet was gradually pushed into Mark's mouth. Mark reflexively sucked and licked the firm flesh in his mouth, careful not to let his teeth touch it.

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Cupping one hand around the boy's face, one hand holding the back of his head, Brian guided his throbbing cock into the boy's gaping mouth. "Ohhhh" he moaned as the hot wetness closed around him. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the scene that the whole night had been building up to. When the boy started licking and keeping a constant suction feeling on his cock, he threw back his head and growled deep and primal. He wanted this boy for his own.

Brian began to pull the boy's head down on his cock and thrust forward in time with the movement of the boy's head. He wanted this. He needed this.

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Mark was not suprised when the master gently caressed his head, then began to pump in and out of his mouth. He struggled to breathe for a time, but the master was careful and paused to let him adjust before continuing. Relaxing his throat and making swallowing motions, he was able to take the entire length of the unknown master's member. He knew he was enjoying it and was getting close because suddenly, he began to move faster, harder, more with instint, with less care than he had shown before.

The master paused, a sudden break in the constant movement, and abruptly pulled out of his mouth, leaving him wishing that he would allow him to suck him longer. Mark waited patiently and he felt some warm liquid splatter across his chest.

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Brian sighed in relief after he had shot his cum over the boy's chest. He was obviously inexperienced, but his enthusiasm and willingness more than compensated for his lack of expertise. He savoured the feel of the boy's mouth on him, but gathered himself, and moved along quickly with the scene.

He hadn't let go of the boy yet, so he moved his hand down to his arm to let him know he was still there, and quietly unlocked him from the pole, leaving the cuffs buckled around his ankles and his wrists cuffed together behind him. Brian tugged him to his feet and led him slowly across the room to where the ladies were sitting. There was one other couch there that was empty since all the ladies had chosen to sit on the couch facing the poles where Mark had been held.

Master Brian sat down on the couch first, then pulled the uncertain sub down to sit sideways on his lap.

Nikita

12-02-2005, 02:33 PM

MO,

That was very well done and a tasty reward for this lucky guesser. (yum!) :D

Cupping one hand around the boy's face, one hand holding the back of his head, Brian guided his throbbing cock into the boy's gaping mouth. "Ohhhh" he moaned as the hot wetness closed around him. This was the moment he had been waiting for, the scene that the whole night had been building up to. When the boy started licking and keeping a constant suction feeling on his cock, he threw back his head and growled deep and primal. He wanted this boy for his own.

So satisfying...mmmmmm;)

Nikita

Mad Lews

12-02-2005, 06:07 PM

Hey MO,
At least one of us is keeping up with the serial short takes.
Nice job, a bit of a tease, a bit of some Doming.. and now we can address poor Marks position in a more lateral situation, do the lovely ladies get back in the picture? You know you have the makings of a novel here if it weren't for those peaky exams they keep tossing your way.:eek:
Keep up the good work.:D
Mad

learningtopleez

12-05-2005, 12:44 AM

OMFG MO!! What a yummy scene indeed! You are making it very difficult for this subbie to concentrate on much more than your next update!! Keep up the excellent work sweets! :)

Nikita

12-06-2005, 05:38 PM

How I spent Halloween Night Wearing a Pair of Scratchy Panties :eek: by Ponytail

I don't like to cover up my pretty pussy with panties. He knew! Yet, that was the task. The panties were scratchy from the word 'go.'

They were pretty, oh so pretty, hanging just below the curve of my buttocks. Unfortunately, they would get wrinkled once my tight jeans covered them up. Why did I wear those blasted panties? They are annoying. I've thrown all of mine away. Then, today I bought new panties for the task and wore them. The whole time I was thinking 'why the fxxk was I doing this?' :confused: Then I knew, the strings...

Candies were waiting for the revelers by the door. The doorbell rang, like it was on repeat...over and over. The characters that came to the door were adorable, little angel, pussycat, witch, fireman, goblin, and one or two Dr. Seuss'. Evey time I bent down to put candy in their tote, the itchy lace went up the crack of my ass, like little pin pricks.:rolleyes: Damn...what the fxxk??? Ah...the strings...

I kept my eye on the clock. TV and beer helped divert attention from the nagging presence of the scratchy panties on my bald pussy. The reveler's rhymes and jokes were entertaining. Seeing the parents of the children, our neighbors, a few times a year, rekindled familiarity. If only they knew what I was wearing, why, and most importantly, for whom. :o You know, the holder of the strings....

At the end of the candy convention, I raced to the computer screen for roadsigns telling me where to drive next. It wasn't too difficult to drive, just a bump and a detour, but I made it. I was told to taste myself and describe the honey. It was a warm, gently briny slippery juice. It wasn't bad, not at all. Now I know why someone would like this type of beverage. :D It takes a lot of effort to collect this kind of juice but ultimately worth the effort. So the strings pulled and I did another thing I don't do.

This essay was written immediately, in an effort to describe the effects of the strings. I struggled in a deep, cloudlike, buffeted state of consciousness, akin to being half awake and half asleep, not in need of climax nor desiring one, because the whole trip was one. It left me drained, but not sated, another sign of the string that still pulls.

What are the strings? They are invisible controls manipulated by a clever puppeteer. He designed the task, the parameters, and the level of play. He challenged me, not overtly, but through suggestion, to stick my toe outside the box while he held on to the strings.

Kaori-san

12-07-2005, 11:28 AM

All of these short-takes are killing me, they're all too good :p

MO: Another part that's leaving me desperate for more!! Curse those exams for not allowing you to write some more :D
nikita: Wow... i love the part at the end, the strings; very interesting idea :) Great little story :p

learningtopleez

12-07-2005, 10:01 PM

not in need of climax nor desiring one, because the whole trip was one.

Oh the sweet memories you bring back for me sweet Nikita! Thank you for that. :)

submissivewife

12-08-2005, 09:16 AM

Synopsis: Slavegirl subjects herself to the attentions and humiliations of her Master and her Sir.

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Walking into the bedroom I grabbed my jeans and a top and put them on, then headed for the bathroom to blow dry my hair. I fixed it just the way Master likes it and then put on my make-up. I took a final check to assure myself that I looked my best.

As I was coming out of the bathroom Master walked in, smiled approvingly at me, and headed for the bedroom. While he undressed, I start his bath water and then went to pick out his clothes for the evening.

I looked at the clock and realized there is only an hour left before Sir is expected to arrive. A mixture of anticipation, excitement, nervousness and fear welled up inside me. Anticipation because this weekend was to be a weekend of play with Sir and Master, excitement because I haven’t seen Sir in months and nervousness because I am a chicken and then there was the fear of the unknown. God only knew what Sir had in mind for his weekend of total control over me and I was more then a little nervous because this would be the first time spending more than a few hours with him.

Passing by me, Master looked at my face and asked, “What’s wrong?”

“Not sure how to explain it Master,” I say a little bewildered.

“Tell me,” he asked gently as he grabbed my hand and lead me to the bathroom. Getting in the tub, he leans back and looks at me expectantly.

Standing there, I fidgeted and try to put my feelings in order so they made sense when I voiced them. I began by saying, “Master, don’t get me wrong, I am very excited that Sir is coming and I want that very much, but I find that I’m nervous and scared.”

“Why? Don’t you trust him?”

“It’s not that Master, I just feel nervous and scared. I know he is going to push a lot of my limits.” I explained quietly.

“You’ll do fine,” he said.

“I’ll try Master,” I say quietly, not convinced I would be.

“Listen to your Master, you will do fine,” he said with authority. It was rare that he used this voice with me, but I knew he was commanding me rather than reassuring me.

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My cell phone rang, playing the song of Green Day’s “Holiday”. Walking to the bedroom, I picked up the phone and knew before I looked who it was on the other end. A quick thought went through my mind of not answering, but then I pushed that silly thought aside and picked up the phone. Yep it was Sir, recognizing the number on the display.

Pushing the answer button I say, “Hello,” a normal as possible to hide my feelings.

“Hello, slut,” Sir said.

Grinning from his greeting I say, “Hello, Sir.”

“Just went through Akron, should be there shortly,” he said devilishly.

Holy Hell, he was closer than I thought he would be. Less then half-an-hour and he would be here. Panic began to well up, but I covered trying to keep my voice calm and said, “Ok.”

“See you in a little bit,” he said

“Ok,” I say. Feeling stupid because that is all I could think to say and probably sounding stupid. I hear Sir hang up. I hung up the phone and looked around for any last minute details that needed to be done.
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“Master, Sir will be here in about half an hour, Hurry!”

I ran from room to room making sure everything was put away. Coming back into the bedroom Master was standing in the tub waiting. Looking at him, I figured he wanted a towel so I grabbed one and threw it to him then started to leave the room.

“Slave,” I hear Master say in a warning voice.

Turning and walking back to the bathroom, “Yes, Master?”

Still standing there, he hands the towel back to me. I took the towel from Master and looked sheepishly at him, “Sorry Master I wasn’t thinking.”

Stepping from the tub Master said, “Relax, otherwise you will become clumsy like you usually do when you get nervous. Remember our third anniversary?”

Blushing from the memory I say, “I will try Master.”

Taking the towel and drying him off I try to calm myself. Kneeling I start on drying his legs. Looking at Master’s cock, I had the urge to suck it. I lean forward to help myself and tried to take him into my mouth. He moved his hips away laughing and said, “Later. Sir will be here soon.”

A little disappointed, but knowing Master was right I finished drying him. Grabbing the hairbrush I brushed his hair and handed him his clothes, then went into the bathroom to clean up. Once finished with the bathtub I took a moment to freshen up my makeup and hair. I went back into the living room where Master was sitting on the couch watching TV. Not interested in his show I went to my desk and checked my email before Sir got there.

Kaori-san

12-08-2005, 01:17 PM

submissivewife part one was just amazing! You've got me all worked up and wanting for part two :p
That was great, hope you can post the next part soon :D

Mad Lews

12-08-2005, 02:28 PM

submissivewife

12-08-2005, 10:10 PM

Nikita,
Nice little short. But after this story and the grilling Alex gave you I'll always wonder if you had your knickers on whenever I read something you've written.:p

Subwife,
What a delightfully hectic beginning to a story. I will assume you intend to continue this adventure for us.:D BTW I like the new Avatar but it's a bit to small to catch all the lovely details:rolleyes:

Thanks girls
Mad

Mad,

Thank you so much. I am suprised that it meets your approval..after all I have read some of yours;) Yes, I plan on continuing the adventure. Hopefully the other parts will be just as delightfully hectic.

The avatar...well you are right it is too small to show all the very lovely details but I so liked it I thought I would used it for a while.

subwife

submissivewife

12-09-2005, 06:12 AM

submissivewife part one was just amazing! You've got me all worked up and wanting for part two :p
That was great, hope you can post the next part soon :D

Thanks Kaori-san. I am suprised that this story is being received well...always thought my writing wasn't up to par. I will be posting another part soon. Hopefully, this story will continue to be well recieved.

pejanon

12-09-2005, 09:37 AM

Nikita - you ARE a natural story teller. The parallax view - telling it from 'outside" and from 'inside'
Seems so easy when you do it! Yet another story proving that explicit action is not necesary for hot piece! Wow!

Submissivewife - you've set the stage! Very nice and inviting. Now, what happens on the stage, please?

(AND - you DO know how to tell the story and create an ambient)

Nikita

12-09-2005, 01:56 PM

Subwife:

One could almost 'be' in your shoes as they read. :cool: You are developing a little following here. Count me in.:D

Nikita

PS Thank you Madd;) and Pej:rolleyes:

submissivewife

12-09-2005, 06:08 PM

Subwife:

One could almost 'be' in your shoes as they read. :cool: You are developing a little following here. Count me in.:D

Nikita

PS Thank you Madd;) and Pej:rolleyes:

Thank you Nikita...Me good enough to have readers. That is so cool. I must express (some how) how grateful I am to you, Mad and Kaor-san. Big hugs to all.

Masterdarkone2000

12-10-2005, 10:42 PM

submissivewife

12-11-2005, 08:38 AM

I had just finished a reply to a friend’s email when I heard the rumble of the motorcycle outside. Wanting it to be Sir, not wanting it to be Sir, then thinking if it was Sir, “Holy Hell he brought the bike!”

“He’s here.” I hear Master yelled out.

My heart sunk, I dreaded the thought that he had rode the bike down instead of a normal vehicle. I just knew he was going to end up making me get on the bike even though I am frightened of it.

I got up slowly from my chair and walked to the living room feeling like I was walking to my executioner. Hearing the knock, I walked to the door, look back at Master who was smiling from ear to ear and then back to the door. Another knock more insistent sounded, I put a smile on my face and open the door.

Yep it was Sir all right standing at the door expectantly. Looking at Sir and appreciating his appearance tall and handsome his brown eyes looks into my blue ones. Which I knew was telling of my inner turmoil and unable to do anything about it. Finally my long anticipated weekend was going to begin. Excitement, anticipation, nervousness and even dread welled up in me again almost over powering me. Letting excitement take hold I open the door wider and step aside to let Sir come in before giving him a big hug.

Pulling away from Sir I looked at him and asked, “How was the ride down?”

“Good,” he said as Master walked up behind me to greet Sir.

While they exchanged pleasantries, I stood beside both Sir and Master trying to calm down a little. Finally getting my nerves under control, I walked to the middle of the room and waited while they talked some. Lost in my own thoughts of what I should do next, I didn’t at first notice them both looking at me expectantly. “Damn,” I thought as I realized they were waiting for me to say or do something.

Seeing that I was lost as to what I was to do Master said, “ Sir would like something to drink.”

“Oh, sorry Sir what would you like? Spite, coffee, water or Dr Pepper?”

Making his choice, I went to the kitchen and grabbed their drinks and a bottle of water for me. Upon entering the living room Sir said.

“Slut you’re over dressed.”

Looking down at what I was wearing and wondering what was wrong with my clothes when Sir explained.

“The bra is too much. Take it off,” he says in his special dominating voice.

I reached behind my back to unhook the clasps when Sir stopped me. “Not that way Slut. Take off the shirt first then the bra.”

“Yes Sir,” my face growing warm as I took off my shirt as quickly as possible, then my bra and put my shirt back on. Sir’s eyes never left me. After my top was back on, I looked at Sir and he smiled and continued to talk with Master.

Grabbing my water, I walked to the couch and sat at the end listening to them talk. After a few minutes Master asked, “Ready to go eat?”

Sir said, “Almost, Slut you need to get your plug and put it in and your butt plug and egg. In here while Master and I watch.”

Feeling my face drain then grow warm again I replied, “Sir the “toy” bag is in the bedroom may I be excused to get it.”

“Yes.”

I got up and went into the bedroom. I stalled trying to figure out a way to avoid the inevitable, but knowing that it was pointless I sighed in resignation and grabbed the bag, gathered my courage, and went to do as Sir wanted.

I went into the living room and opened the bag. I took out the smaller butt plug and the lube and put a small amount on the tip of the plug. I unbuttoned my jeans, pulled them down with my panties, bent over, and inserted the plug slowly. When I was done, I stood up and took the vibrating egg from the bag, put a foot on a chair and inserted the egg into my pussy as far as I could push it. The wire stuck out of my pussy to the remote. I pull up my pants and zipped them. Still holding the remote, I look at Sir. Not saying anything, I just put the remote in my jeans pocket and waited.

“Now we are ready to go,” he said.

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Closing up the bag and I grabbed my purse from the counter and followed Master and Sir out the door. Stopping at the van Sir looked at me and said, “Tomorrow,” he said referring to the bike.

Sir moved his bike over to the side and we all got in the van, me in the back seat. Sir turned to me and said, “Give me the remote.”

Taking the remote from my pocket, I handed it to Sir. He switched it on to low and handed it back to me. My body jolted a little from the sudden vibrations in my pussy. I looked at Sir as I took back the remote and saw he looked pleased.

Master backed out of the drive laughing, put the car into drive, and headed to the restaurant. I sat in the back seat trying to concentrate on anything other then the low vibration in my pussy. Every now and then Sir looked back to check on me as well as Master with his rear view mirror.

The drive seemed to take extra long for some reason as I sat in the back with the vibration egg in my pussy. I could feel my jeans starting to get wet from the stimulation and my pussy began to ache for more.

“Sir, if I need to am I allowed to have an orgasm?”

“No,” he replied over his shoulder.

Groaning a little, I sat there holding back an orgasm that was threatening to take over. I closed my eyes to concentrate on not having one. I opened my eyes and saw Sir looking at me from around the seat. I asked, “Yes, Sir?”

Watching as Sir turned back to face the front I wondered what he was looking for. Then putting that thought out of my mind I looked to see where we were. Close to the restaurant now, I tried to get better composure over myself. I needed something a little distracting so I grabbed one of the children’s books that I kept for them in the back seat and start to read it.

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When we reached the restaurant, I put the book down and waited for Master to turn off the car and unlock the doors. We all got out and I followed behind them into the restaurant. Master went to tell the hostess that we had a reservation and then returned to Sir and me as we waited to be seated.

Making small talk and feeling uncomfortable with the vibe on and the plug in my ass I shifted every so often from my embarrassment. I felt as though anyone who looked at me would know that I was wearing these items.

Hearing our name called I follow Master and Sir as the hostess took us to our seat. Master stood back for me to get into the booth first. Scooting in to my seat Sir got in on the opposite side as Master sat beside me. Picking up the menus Master and Sir looked while I sat and fidgeted, trying to get comfortable. Deciding that wasn’t going to happen I settled into the seat.

The waitress came up and asked what we would like to drink, Sir ordered his and my drink, and Master gave her his order. A little taken aback that Sir ordered for me instead of Master I looked at Sir.

“Problem?” he asks innocently.

I suddenly realized that total control meant that he was totally in charge this weekend. I looked to make sure Master was ok with what just happened and noticed he didn’t seem to care one bit.

Bringing our drinks a few minute later the waitress asked if we were ready to order. Sir gave his order for him and me. Master then placed his order. Feeling a little out of place with the change in who was in command I remained quiet and sipped my drink.

“Hand me the remote slut,” Sir ordered.

Looking around to see who might be looking I reached into my pocket and handed Sir the remote to the vibrating egg. Taking the remote, he turned the vibe to medium speed and handed it back to me. Looking around again I put the remote back in my pocket hoping if anyone saw the remote they wouldn’t know what it was.

Soon our meal arrived and I ate in silence as Master and Sir talked about different subjects. Every now and then Sir would look at me and say something and I would reply distractedly. Not eating much I waited as Master and Sir finish their dinners.

When we were done, they made some more small talk until the bill came. Master and Sir argued about who was going to pay the bill and I just sat and rolled my eyes as they debated who was going to buy.

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They finally decided who was going to buy and then we left. Once in the van Sir asked for the remote again and I handed it to him. Turning the vibe on high I groaned again as the intensity began to build.

“Please Sir may I orgasm?”

Watching me, he said, “Cum slut.”

That was all I needed. My body exploded in release as my orgasm took over as I sat there feeling the waves wash over me while Sir and Master watched. When my orgasm subsided, I opened my eyes and saw them watching me and I started to get embarrassed and turned red. Sir smiled as did Master and they turned around in their seats. Wishing I could shrink into the floor of the van I groaned again as my pussy began to react again to the vibrating egg in me. I could feel how wet my jeans were from the toys being inside my orgasm and then me.

On the way home, I stayed quiet and suffered again the vibration in my cunt and fullness in my ass. I hoped that Sir was going to allow me to remove the things when we returned home.

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I hope you enjoy part 2 of Sir's visit.

Nikita

12-11-2005, 09:25 AM

Be right back! After this new post, I will need even more Pampers for the rest of the scenes.
Nik

FurryFury

12-11-2005, 11:04 AM

I liked your two stories very much SubmissiveWife!

I can't wait to read more!

*hugs*

Fury

submissivewife

12-11-2005, 11:18 AM

I liked your two stories very much SubmissiveWife!

I can't wait to read more!

*hugs*

Fury

Stay tuned there will be more coming soon. And I am glad you liked the two parts so far. Just wait until part three....

subwife

Nikita

12-12-2005, 07:22 AM

Some readers have asked how I came to meet Tanya, the Domme :eek: in the Short Take below:

http://www.bdsmlibrary.com/forums/showthread.php?p=47518&highlight=domme#post47518

It was an interesting beginning, so I'm posting it now; sort of a reversal of 'the cart before the horse.'

I met Tanya, the hairdresser's wife at a book club luncheon. Picture a table with women that have more or less the same hair, highlighted shards of
blonde intermingled with dark chunks of hair for that natural look, cut in some version of the Doris Day bob. Men don't know what I'm talking about, but
women do. My Doris Day do was pulled up in a ponytail, just to be different.

Tanya sat at the far end of the table, in the corner, with an empty chair next to it. It took me a second to decide to sit next to her. I like interesting
people. She was an anomaly. For one thing, for a hairdresser's wife, she had a lot of matted ringlets on her maroon colored hair. Her skin was the color of
milk and her thick lips were a garish red.

What was I doing at the luncheon? Most of the ladies were on my tennis team and Tanya was the colorist for two of the ladies. The book was so lousy, I didn't finish reading it, so I went for the lunch. I could tell Tanya had not read it either.

Passive agressive rebels gravitate toward each other like magnets. As I slid into the seat next to her, she looked surprised and rearranged her belongings to make room for me. (I like to surprise. Who could refuse me?;) )

"Hi! My name is Nikita." I said.

"Tanya." she said with NO expression on her face.

Like the ponytail confident in her own skin, I forged ahead, "I bet you didn't read the book either."

She looked at me expressionless, "Well, it's not the book I would have picked."

"Me either," I quickly agreed.

"Well, what book would you have picked?" I asked innocently, hoping to find another rare depraved female like me.

By now, the glacier had melted to a big puddle on the floor and we were both slipping in it. Tanya wanted to say something but held back...rebels can read that in each other.

"The Story of O," she said quietly as her eyes looked arrogantly to the left and right.

"No!"

My eyes were glistened with delight as I tried to hide my curiosity, but I pressed further. Like schoolgirls at the back of class during a boring lesson, we were chatted away noisily while the book discussions continued.

Disapproving looks were directed at us like darts. We were oblivious.

Ever the nosy little ponytail, I asked innocently, "Why are YOU here, at the luncheon, really?"

I felt that at this point, since we were sitting in the puddle already, she would open up.

"My husband. Distance makes the heart grow fonder, even if it is for a day." she said sadly. "He's cheated on me so many times. Then he apologizes ever so sincerely and miserably, that I can't leave."

You could have knocked me over with a feather. Never, ever, expecting to hear such an admission, I decided to keep my mouth shut and let the woman talk.

She talked down into her dish and hesitated to raise her eyes. I saw tears welling up and they triggered my tears.

Triggers get me in a LOT of trouble. For instance, if someone is crying, even if it's on TV, I cry.

If someone tosses their cookies, I have to hold down a little of it, too. Tanya's story triggered a submissive response in me. Go figure.

"I want to teach him such a lesson. Sometimes, I want to deal him the same hand. I'm bisexual," she whispered. "You'd think I would have a few more choices than him."

Did my face look like it got hit by a truck? Does a bear shit in the woods? Drawing up every trick I learned in drama club, I leaned forward like a double
agent.

"Got anybody in mind?"

I sure didn't mean what I think SHE thought I meant. (or did I?)

We exchanged email addresses and promised to get together for lunch again.

A few days later, we were dispatching emails like peashooters. I admitted to being a dirty story writer, primarily obsessed with BDSM and its various
tangents.

That was the start of our instant messaging.

"Nik, If I admit something to you, will you keep it to yourself?"

"Of course!" I drooled.

"In my other life, I was a Domme. But I'm not anymore. I have kids. And my vanilla husband is uncomfortable with it."

I was too speechless to answer.

"Nik? are you there?"

"I'm here."

"Did I freak you out?"

"No."

Actually, she made my day.:eek:

"Lunch tommorrow?"

Did I have a choice?

I'll be going through my journal to rustle up additional meetings and such. Stay tuned.:D

Nikita

Nikita

12-12-2005, 07:23 AM

Hey Subwife,

Droolingly awaiting for part three...(tapping foot impatiently)...:D

submissivewife

12-12-2005, 10:53 AM

Hey Subwife,

Droolingly awaiting for part three...(tapping foot impatiently)...:D

Just for you Nikita:D
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As Master pulled into our drive, I reminded him to unlock the doors so I would be able to get out. Walking into the house, I put my purse on the kitchen counter and asked the gentlemen if they would like anything to drink. They both said yes and I brought them their drinks and then wondered what I was to do next when Sir said, “Slut, undress.”

My mouth fell open and I stood there hesitating. I looked over at Master as if hoping he would say something. But, Sir took a step towards me and said in a voice that left no room for arguing.

“What were you told?”

Swallowing heavily I replied, “To undress Sir.”

I slowly brought my arms to the hem of my top and pulled it over my head. Bringing my arms down I reached for the button on my jeans and undid them. Pulling my jeans down and then off I felt my face turn red.

“Kneel” Sir said
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As I knelt on the floor Sir went through the “toy” bag, took out the handcuffs and shackles, and bent behind me cuffing my hands behind my back and then shackling my ankles together. He stood and walked around to the front of me and then went back to the bag again and took out the nipple clamps.

I looked from the nipple clamps in his hands and then up at Sir and I begged him not to have me to wear them. Ignoring my pleas he took my left breast and pinched the nipple a little so it would harden. Damn if it didn’t get hard as a small pebble at his touch. Watching as Sir put the clamp on my nipple I waited for the pain and whimpered in anticipation. Not feeling the pain, I looked up into Sir’s eyes. At that moment, he let the clamp close around my nipple. I gasped out in pain as the clamp gripped my nipple. I immediately tried to control the pain and let it do to me as it usually does when they are used.

I was in control of the pain Sir did the same to the other nipple, but this time he didn’t hesitate and closed the clamp right on. Giving another gasp of pain I closed my eyes and I brought the pain under control again.

Sir saw that I was able to handle the pain and gave each a slight turn. Pain ran through my breasts as I tried to control the pain again. Unable to control this amount of agony I continued to gasp and whimper. My breathing became labored and I wondered how much of this I could stand.

“Where is Master’s riding crop,” Sir asked.

“In the bedroom closet Sir,” I replied through my pain.

Master left the room to retrieve the riding crop and Sir stood and told me to bend over the footstool. I looked over my shoulder at Sir as he stood there holding the flogger just as Master came up behind him and handed him the riding crop. Then Master went back to the couch and sat down.

Sir sees I haven’t moved to the footstool yet and walked up and pulled my hair so my head was pulled back and my neck exposed. “Why aren’t you over the footstool yet?” Not knowing how to respond I just look at him. “Answer me!”

“I don’t have an answer Sir.”

“Bend over the footstool,” he said.

“Yes Sir.”
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Slowly on my knees, I crawled to the footstool and bent over it. I waited for what was to come next. My nipples on fire, my arms starting to ache from their position as Sir laid the riding crop on the coffee table. I looked at Master to see his reaction. He was sitting there looking pleased waiting for the show to begin.

I felt the first sting of the flogger as it fell across my ass. I gave a whimper from the pain and then the flogger began to fall at a steady pace. Sir was obviously an expert with it and knew how to let the blows fall so that even through my pain I could feel my pussy reacting to it. The blows got harder and my whimpering turned to screams. He stopped for a moment, took out the ball gag from the bag, and placed it in my mouth. He then reached for the riding crop and my whole body tensed in fear and in anticipation at what was about to happen.

Steeling myself for the expected sting of the crop, I waited. The crop came down on my ass and the pain was so intense I screamed into the gag. The crop fell again and again across my back, thighs and ass. My cunt betrayed my cries of pain by becoming so soaked that my juices began running down my thighs.

Stopping briefly Sir said, “Turn over.”

Bringing myself to a kneeling position, I turned around and lay back as far as my cuffed hands and ankles would allow me to go. Grabbing me under the arms Sir helped me onto the footstool so I could lie down. Putting down the riding crop, he then picked up the flogger. Sir began to flog of my front. As the flogger landed on my nipples the pain from the clamps and the stinging of the flogger as it moved over my breasts shot blinding pain through me. Even with the amount of pain that I was taking, my cunt continued to flow with each strike of the flogger.

“Open your legs, slut,” I hear Sir say.

Holding them closed tight so as to not have to take the flogger between my legs I heard Sir say again, “Slut, open your legs.” Shaking my head fiercely in denial Sir stopped. Master handed him the thigh binders and the tethers. With renewed fear, I begin to shake my head harder.

“Ready to stop?”

“She likes her pussy flogged.” I heard Master say. I glared at him as if asking, “Whose side are you on?”

Sir took the binders, put them round my thighs, and pulled the tethers until my legs were spread wide apart. He then began to flog my inner thighs. Feeling my wetness dripping from me I continued to take the flogging. Sir stopped once more and picked up the riding crop.

Beginning at my breasts Sir made his way down my body with the riding crop each sting adding to my wetness. Sir then started on my thighs and the pain was so intense I knew that marks would be left from the crop. I had taken all I could stand and I flung out he bell as a signal that I needed him to stop now.
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Sir stopped immediately, bent over me, and took the gag off. He then released the tethers, looked down at me, and asked, “How do you feel?”

“Ok Sir.” My voice shaky with emotions.

“Ready for more?” hoping he was joking my eyes flew to his and saw the smile he was trying to hold back from my reaction.

“No, Sir. Please I am good.”

“Yes slut, you have been a very good girl so far. I am well pleased with you.”

“Thank you Sir,” I smiled feeling the warmth of approval wash over my tired and pain filled body.

First removing the nipple clamp from my left breast I have a gasp of pain as the blood rushed to the sensitive area. Moving over to my right breast I steeled myself for the expected pain as Sir took the clamp off. Gasping in pain I close my eye until the pain had subsided.

He walked away from me and went back to the toy bag. He found the keys to the handcuffs and shackles and came back to release me. Once free, I rubbed my wrist where the cold metal had bit into them and looked down at my body. The red marks were all over me and there were bruises already forming. Smiling over my marks, I looked up at Sir who was watching me.

“Cool, Sir,” I grinned.

Sir smiled at my reaction and then ordered me to stand. I felt the muscles in my legs protesting a little because of being bent for so long. Stretching them out I felt the blood begin to re-circulate properly and my muscles began to relax.

“Now, go to bed. I have had a long day.”

“I know Sir. Good night.”

I hugged Sir, then Master good night, and walked to my bedroom. But remembering I went back into the living room and asked Sir. “What time do you want up?”

“Go to bed slave.”
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Mad Lews

12-12-2005, 05:15 PM

submissivewife,
Wow, a page turning epic of pain and submission. If I were easy I think I'd be in luv, instead of just being royally entertained. Please keep up the great work.:D and post some more right now sub!

NikkY,
You meet the most interesting people but then again I guess it takes one to meet some;)

Please ladies keep up the great work
Yours
Mad

submissivewife

12-12-2005, 09:32 PM

submissivewife,
Wow, a page turning epic of pain and submission. If I were easy I think I'd be in luv, instead of just being royally entertained. Please keep up the great work.:D and post some more right now sub!

Yours
Mad

I guess I can't disobey a direct order now can I? ;)

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When the alarm went off the next morning my first reaction was to shut it off and go back to sleep. Then I remembered Sir was here and quickly got out of bed and threw on my robe. I went into the kitchen and got the coffee started.

Walking out of the kitchen, I looked and saw Sir lying on the couch. It was strange seeing another man there and I started to feel a little funny. Leaving the kitchen to go back into the bedroom, then on to the bathroom I turned on the shower. Taking a quick shower and then drying off and throwing on my pink lounging pants and a tee shirt. Finished with dressing I walked back out to the kitchen where the coffee was just finishing up.

Taking three cups from the cupboard and placing them on the counter by the coffee maker I prepared a cup for me and waited to prepare the coffee for Master and Sir. Trying to be quite since Sir was sleeping on the couch I began to make breakfast.

Sir came into the kitchen a few minutes later and I looked up smiling at him. “Good morning Sir, would you like some coffee.”

“Yes thank you slut,” he smiled back at me.

I tried not to blush at what seemed to becoming my new name I poured him a cup of coffee and gave it to him. Pouring another cup, I took it and went to wake Master up. I then returned to the kitchen and finished preparing breakfast.

I took out the plates and served both Sir and Master, who had come in and sat down at the table. I got my breakfast and sat down with them as we all chatted pleasantly about nothing important. When I finished I got up and began cleaning up the mess as they continued to eat and talk.

Once breakfast was done and the kitchen cleaned up Sir looked at me and said, “Slut, dress in your short skirt and a top. No bra.”

“Alright Sir.” I said and went into my bedroom to do as ordered. I took out the short black skirt and a top that would match and got dressed. Staring at the skirt and wishing it wasn’t quite so short, I then slipped on the blouse and went into the bathroom where I did my hair and make-up.
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Once finished I went back into the kitchen and took a drink of my now cold coffee. Sir had me walk over to him and inspected the length of the skirt. Feeling uncomfortable under his scrutiny I began to fidget. He ran his hands down my ass and the edge of the skirt. I wondered what he was thinking when he said, “That will do.”

“Thank God,” I think as I walk way.

Looking at Master I asked, “Want me to get some clothes for you Master?”

“No, I am going to stay here this morning while you to go out for a while.” Master said.

Realization hits me then. I began to back up from the two and began to panic a little. Wanting to run and hide in the bedroom, but feeling foolish for the thought of such a childish act. But, I really did not want to get on Sir’s bike. I remained where I was trying to figure out how I could get out of the bike ride.

Looking at Sir I saw he was smiling at me almost challengingly. Knowing that arguing was not going to get me anywhere I began to think of any excuses as to why I couldn’t get on the bike. No new ones came to me since the last time he mentioned the bike ride. So, I kept my mouth closed and tried not to panic.

“Ready?” Sir asked me.

Shaking my head no as well as saying, “No.” Sir stood up and walked over to me. Again the flee impulse took hold and this time it was hard to not give in. Not wanting to argue and not wanting to start the day off with a punishment I began to tremble. Knowing the punishment Sir would give for arguing wouldn’t be pleasant no matter how much pain excited me he could give me enough to make it unpleasant.

Taking my hand, he pulled me towards the door and I meekly followed behind him. Once outside I felt panic and fear take a hold of me. Wanting to pull my hand from his and run in the opposite direction. Knowing that wasn’t going to happen I begin to go through reasons as to why it was ok to get on. Then the bad reasons started to run through my head again.

Stopping in front of the bike Sir waited for me to decide what I was going to do. Taking a step back very much wanting to give into the flee impulse only Sir had tightened his hold on my hand so jerking free of his hold wouldn’t work.

“Bike ride or punishment? Your choice?”

Damn it, I think! I hate these kinds of choices where there was nothing good for me to choose from. I tried to stall as my mind raced with the reasons I didn’t want punishment even if the bike terrified me beyond belief. Damn I think to myself again and look into Sir’s eyes.

“Choose slave.”

Frustrated and a little angry I say, “Fine Sir.”

Letting go of my hand, Sir climbed onto the bike and looked at me with a look that said he would take no more stalling. I tried to swallow my fear as I climbed up behind him and put my arms around his waist holding on for dear life.

Sir chuckled and said over his shoulder to me, “Kelly, I need to breathe. Relax I won’t let anything happen to you.”

I didn’t believe him but did loosen my grip a little and buried my face in his back as the bike roared to life. Startled I held on to him even tighter then before.

“Slut, let go of me just a little.” I hear him say over the loud hum of the bike.

I released my hold a little and looked over at Master who was standing there with a huge grin on his face. “Have fun!” He said cheerfully, almost mockingly.

Then Sir started moving and I tried to remember not to hold on too tight so he couldn’t breathe. I began praying that I would survive the ride. I closed my eyes as we took off. The fear still having a huge grip on me, but slowly as the bike moved along the back roads I could feel myself relax a little. I even turned my head some to enjoy the scenery that flew past us.
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When we returned it was past noon and Master was sitting on the couch watching TV. I walked past him and into the bathroom to fix my hair and face. Finished with freshening up I returned to the living room where Sir and Master were talking.

“Put in your butt plug and vibrator we are going to the mall.” Sir said.

Going into the bedroom, I insert the items I was instructed and then walked back out to the living room. “Master are you coming?”

“Yes, slave,” he said.

Walking back to the bedroom I took out clothes for him to wear and handed them to him, then took the brush to his hair. I went back into the living room with Master and Sir was waiting for us. Once in the van, Sir asked, “What setting is the vibe on?”

“Low Sir,”

Turning back around Sir put on his seat belt and Master pulled out of the drive. When we arrived at the mall, we headed into the mall’s food court and picked on a place to eat lunch. By now the vibrator had me aching and wet as we sat there eating our lunches. Again not eating much I waited for Master and Sir to finish theirs.
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Walking around the mall with my pussy juices dripping down my thighs was embarrassing. It felt as though everyone knew I was on the verge of an orgasm and walking around the mall dripping wet and filled with sex toys.

It seemed as though Sir found a reason for us to go into every store. My feet were beginning to ache from the high heels that I didn’t wear very often. By the time the guys were done, my feet were killing me and I had to lean on Master to help keep me from looking like a walking drunk.

Finally we returned to the van. I sunk into my seat and very badly want to remove my shoes. Only if I were able to do so I probably wouldn’t get them back on, so I left the shoes on, at least I wasn’t standing any longer.
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When we returned home and got out of the van, my feet ached even more. Practically stumbling into the house I cursed my feet for being the way they were. I kicked the shoes off and moaned at the instant lessoning of pressure on my feet.

“I don’t remember saying you could take those off,” Sir said from behind me making me jump.

“My feet hurt so bad Sir.” I pleaded

“You will just have to wear them later then.” Not liking the sound of how he said that I begin to panic.

I sat on the couch I began to rub my very aching feet as Master and Sir talked some more. Finally rubbing the pain out of my feet until I was able to stand I asked Master and Sir what they would like to drink. My feet still smarting as I walked across the floor. When I got back with the drinks Sir said to me.

“Put your shoes on slut and then undress.”