Short Takes

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.

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Originally Posted by Microwave0ven

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

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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

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!

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!

*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.*

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.

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.

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Originally Posted by Microwave0ven

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

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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

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.

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.........."

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Originally Posted by daddiebear50

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.

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I forgot I asked the question. Where are you OS? :dunno:
My thought was
If you pet them just right they'll purr for hours.... :D

The Mad one

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Originally Posted by daddiebear50

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.

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Nice opening

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Originally Posted by daddiebear50

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.

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Now that's the way to mix business with pleasure, and if I understand you this could turn out to be pretty profitable. Better than your average investment, I definitely need to add this one to my 401K;

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Originally Posted by daddiebear50

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

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

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

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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.

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Originally Posted by daddiebear50

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.

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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

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~~

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Originally Posted by erotic_nibbles

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

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Woo Hoo, Her Nibs is back from the frozen northland. I guess the sun must be going down about now. :D We missed your pithy wit and that cute lil' Avatar.
welcome back

your very

Mad Lews

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

~~nibbles~~

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.

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.

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Originally Posted by EdgeOfHuman

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....

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OOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo very nice :D

~~nibbles~~

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Originally Posted by EdgeOfHuman

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....

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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

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

We want more!! :)

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~~.

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

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!

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

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

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I liked it! :D

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

~~nibbles~~

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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!

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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

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

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

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.

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.

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..

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! :)

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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..

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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

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

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.

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...

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

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! :)