I forgot I asked the question. Where are you OS? :dunno:Quote:
Originally Posted by daddiebear50
My thought was
If you pet them just right they'll purr for hours.... :D
The Mad one
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I forgot I asked the question. Where are you OS? :dunno:Quote:
Originally Posted by daddiebear50
My thought was
If you pet them just right they'll purr for hours.... :D
The Mad one
Nice openingQuote:
Originally Posted by daddiebear50
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;Quote:
Originally Posted by daddiebear50
Nice short, can we look forward to hearing more about Jane's adventures in the BDSM Story library maybe?Quote:
Originally Posted by daddiebear50
Take care and keep writing
Mad Lews
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.Quote:
Nice short, can we look forward to hearing more about Jane's adventures in the BDSM Story library maybe?
Take care and keep writing
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by daddiebear50
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~~
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by erotic_nibbles
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.
OOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooooooo very nice :DQuote:
Originally Posted by EdgeOfHuman
~~nibbles~~
Dear EoH,Quote:
Originally Posted by EdgeOfHuman
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!
I liked it! :DQuote:
Originally Posted by pejanon
<---squirming in her chair now wishing her bottom had gotten to "score".....woohoo!
~~nibbles~~
Damn fine piece Pej,Quote:
Originally Posted by pejanon
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! :)
MO,Quote:
Originally Posted by Microwave0ven
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! :)