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
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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
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?:DQuote:
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.
Nikita
Please LTP,Quote:
Originally Posted by learningtopleez
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
Damn it Nikita,iQuote:
Originally Posted by nikita
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
Oh my!! Did I say romantic?? :rolleyes:Quote:
Originally Posted by Mad Lews
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!!:)
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.
sorry - p 1 appeared twice (???)
please read on
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
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
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
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?
This blasted site posted an edit as another separate entry...grrr
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
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
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.
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.Quote:
Originally Posted by Alex Bragi
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
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
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.
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 :)
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
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?
‘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.
Rania, love it!!! That one really, really tickled my warped sense of fun!!! :)
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.
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! ;)
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
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.
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.
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
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!!:)