Trust in Darkness (BDSM Erotica)

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She wears a blindfold, but that’s for their benefit, not hers.
Tonight, she will be given to a group of strangers; men she’ll never meet, and never see. Master will keep her, and her secret, safe. But can she really go through with it?
It’s always hard for a submissive to find a Dom she can truly trust. Imagine how much harder it is to find such a man if you can’t ever look him in the eye.
It’s taken a long time, but she’s finally found him, and tonight he’s letting her fulfill her ultimate fantasy.
Join her on a night that will indulge all four senses beyond her wildest dreams, as she finally learns to trust, in darkness.

EXCERPT

“Are you ready, dear one?”
“Yes, Master,” and I was. At least, I thought I was.
Now that the moment was finally here, after anticipating it for so long, my heart was pounding, and my palms were clammy with sweat.
Master’s hands were gentle as he fastened the silk blindfold in place – not that I needed it of course, but our ‘guests’ would appreciate it, even if they didn’t realize it.
“You’re sure this is what you want? There’s still time to change your mind.”
“I’m sure.”
No I wasn’t, and I wished he’d stop offering me a way out.
I know Master was being his usual, cautious self. He always took care of me, and made sure that I didn’t push myself too far.
I could be reckless, sometimes – saying ‘green’ when I should really have been saying ‘amber’ or ‘red’ – but this time I thought I might really have gone too far. It was taking all of my courage not to back out, and Master kept on giving me the opportunity to do so.
Not that I was unhappy with our relationship – quite the opposite. I’ve known I was a submissive ever since I learned that there was a whole world of delicious kinks outside of what I’d come to think of as ‘vanilla’ sex. Learning of the existence of the whole BDSM scene was nothing short of a revelation. Finally, I could stop feeling like I was some kind of weirdo, just because I got totally wet at the thought of being tied and taken while I squirmed in delicious helplessness.
Admitting to myself that I was a submissive was one thing, but finding a suitable Dom was quite another, especially in my condition. Guys either think that girls like me exist on some kind of higher plane of innocence (yeah, right), or else it becomes all about the disability, rather than being about me.
I’m blind, and have been since birth, but that doesn’t define me, and it doesn’t give anyone the right to judge me or criticize my kinks. I’m a blind submissive. Deal with it.
I was so happy when I finally found Master. He dominates me with the perfect balance of tenderness and strength, and to him my blindness is simply another fact about me, just like my big boobs and long hair (both of which he adores).
We’ve been together for almost six months now; six glorious months during which he’s taken me, with careful and exquisite cruelty, right up to my limits…and then beyond.
I love the totally matter of fact way he deals with my condition – no pity, just pragmatism. Like today – he’s carefully selected some guests (he won’t tell me how many), to help me fulfill one of my deepest and most terrifying fantasies. He hasn’t told any of them that I’m blind. Like I said, sometimes guys react in ways I don’t like; hence the black silk that’s currently tied snugly over my eyes.
Master is simply the best. Who else would think to blindfold a blind girl?
The men are due to arrive any moment now. They all have experience of these situations, and a blindfolded submissive is something they’ll know how to deal with, where a blind submissive might freak them out.
I hear the soft electronic blips of the clock announcing the hour.
It’s time.

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Kelly, Begging Forgiveness (Spanking Priest Erotica)

After the disastrous shoplifting incident that led to a hot threesome with not one, but two hunky security guards, Kelly’s strict conscience has her worrying about the state of her immortal soul.
She decides to confess to the rather forbidding priest in the old chapel, but Father Donovan has very old-fashioned ideas about discipline, and what constitutes a suitable penance. A harsh spanking across the altar is only the start of an encounter that will leave Kelly thoroughly chastised…and not at all chaste.
Warning: This story contains religious themes. Please don’t buy it if you’re likely to be offended by lecherous, blaspheming priests taking thorough and graphic advantage of naive but willing young college girls.

EXCERPT

“Confess.”
The way he said the word made it sound much more like a command than a question. His eyes glinted in the darkness, and the back of Kelly’s neck began to ache from keeping her head tilted to look up at him. She found herself nodding automatically. Something about the sheer presence of the man made it hard for her to even think about disobeying him.
“Yes, Father…”
“Donovan. Tell me, were you punished for your transgression?”
“No, Father. That’s the problem.”
Now she was telling the scary priest that she needed to be punished? As soon as she got out of here, Kelly decided she would simply staple her lips shut and have done with it, before her mouth got her into even more trouble.
Her answer seemed to spark something in Father Donovan’s eyes – a dangerous gleam that brought a sudden lump to Kelly’s throat, and made her heart skip a beat.
The priest gave a small, curt nod, his penetrating eyes never leaving hers.
He gestured towards the corner of the chapel. Now that her eyes had adjusted to the dimness, Kelly could see a single confessional with one of those yellow plastic signs in front of it, like supermarkets used to warn you about something spilled on the floor.
“Roof leaked. Haven’t got the funds yet to repair the damage. I’ll take your confession right here.”
“Here?”
Kelly’s head darted from side to side, surveying the silent chapel.
“Trust me,” he said, his small, grim smile the only sign Kelly had yet seen that this man even had anything like a sense of humor, “no one else is going to come in here. We’re completely alone.”
Kelly shivered. That wasn’t as reassuring as he might have meant it to be.
“OK. But I don’t think I can do it with you looking at me like that.”
He gave a small, vaguely affirmative grunt, then took a seat in the pew immediately behind hers. Kelly heard the wood creak as he settled his tall frame onto the bench.
Kelly turned sideways, her shoulders twisting to keep him in sight.
“Eyes front.”
“Yes, Father.”
Kelly looked toward the front of the chapel. The stone altar in front of her was reassuringly solid, and she kept her eyes on it as she took a deep breath.
She would confess about the stealing – after all, that was the part which was bothering her. He didn’t have to know about any of the…other stuff.
Kelly suspected, OK she knew, that the ‘other stuff’ was in fact a sin – probably several. But, it was the stealing which truly weighed on her conscience. Confessing that should be safe enough. Perhaps it would even make her feel better.
He was right, after all. This was the way Kelly had been taught to deal with sin.
“B…bless me Father, for I have sinned.”

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Kelly, Trading Favors (MFM Menage Erotica)

Kelly’s always been a good girl…but she’s working on it.
College life is a lot more exciting than small-town Iowa, but when her roommate talks her into shoplifting, things go horribly wrong and Kelly ends up hiding out in an adult theater showing very, very dirty movies.
When the guards catch up to her and threaten to call the cops, Kelly needs to decide just how bad a girl she’s prepared to be.
This 8,000 word erotic short story features a hot MFM threesome in an adult movie theater, and a good girl learning that being bad can be so much better!

EXCERPT

Now that she had a moment to catch her breath, the full significance of where she was began to sink in. There were a scattering of men sitting around the theater – they seemed to be arranged to put maximum distance between themselves and the other patrons. Fortunately, no-one seemed to have noticed Kelly stepping inside.
She couldn’t imagine what they might think of her coming in here dressed like a slut, and she really didn’t want to find out.
Kelly tried not to look at the screen, although it was more difficult not to hear the amplified moans and cries of the woman being taken from behind, particularly when she was screaming at the top of her lungs for the man to give it to her harder and deeper. Kelly felt her cheeks burning.
She turned back to the door, eager to get out of this awful place as quickly as possible, but froze when she saw the craggy profile of the older security guard through the glass panel in the door. The two of them were coming inside!
Had they seen her come in, or were they just doing a systematic search of all the places she might be?
How good a look had they gotten before she bolted from the mall?
Had they seen her since she changed her clothes?
The questions crowded Kelly’s mind, jostling for her attention until she couldn’t think straight. All she knew was that she couldn’t let them find her. Anything was better than that, even hiding in the dark with a bunch of perverts, and watching this filth.
Kelly moved as quietly as she could into a seat in the middle of an empty row near the back. She didn’t want to attract the attention of any of the men watching the movie, but she wanted to make herself as inconspicuous as possible in case the security guards came in. If they just glanced in, maybe they wouldn’t notice or recognize her.
The floor felt tacky beneath her feet. Kelly tried hard not to think about why that might be.
Sitting in the semi-darkness, Kelly couldn’t avoid the movie. She tried closing her eyes, but that just made the moans and cries from the screen even harder to ignore.
She’d never seen any porn before. Her school friends had talked about things they’d seen on the internet, but Kelly’s parents were even stricter than the school, and only let her use the computer when they were in the living room with her, and could see exactly what was on her screen. So it was the first time Kelly had ever watched anything like this.
She could see everything.
How could that woman do things like that? She was on her knees now, taking the man’s huge member into her mouth. How could she let someone film her doing that?
It was disgusting and vile and…kind of hot, actually.
The more she watched, the more Kelly became aware of a tingling sensation inside – an electric thrill of excitement mixed with a building tension between her thighs.

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Epiphany (Pessumae Christi 3)

Volume three in the ‘Pessumae Christi’ series.

Jenny instinctively dislikes Bishop Carmichael, but such a powerful figure can have her whenever he wants, whether she likes it or no.

Her best friend Claire volunteers to turn a twosome into a threesome, but Claire can’t come with her when the bishop summons Jenny to a gala dinner for some wealthy benefactors of the church – an event where the bishop has a very special reward planned for his rich friends.

This latest, nineteen-thousand word story in the Pessumae Christi series features a steamy mff threesome, and a scorchingly-hot gangbang during which Jenny is introduced to the pleasures of erotic humiliation.

Warning: If you are offended by the idea of dominant, lecherous priests having their wicked way with slutty, submissive nuns, this story is probably not for you.

EXCERPT

Now that she was here, Jenny found her courage failing her. She’d been thinking of this moment all day, especially while preparing herself tonight. She still wasn’t very skilled at makeup, but with the help of her best friend Claire, now known as Sister Modesty, she had re-created her appearance from the second half of her initiation – dark, sultry eyes and lips shining wetly like fresh blood. She would show Father Sinclair, as clearly as she knew how, that she was his to use however he wished.
Quickly, before her tightly-wound courage deserted her, Jenny shrugged off her robe and kicked off her sandals. The cold air washed over her, raising goosebumps on her skin, although it wasn’t just the temperature that made her nipples harden. She had decided to go before Father Sinclair naked, wearing nothing but the collar and leash he had put on her that night, so that as soon as he saw her he would know she was his slave, now and forever.
Trembling with excitement and with cold, Jenny knocked on the heavy wooden door of Father Sinclair’s chambers.
“Enter.”
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The first thing Jenny noticed as she stepped through the door was the wash of heat from the logs burning merrily in the fireplace. Even though she had only taken off her robe a moment ago, the bitter coldness of the corridor had seemed to drain the heat from her, and the warm air in Father Sinclair’s office was like a caress, soothing every inch of her naked body.
Father Sinclair was sitting behind his desk. Just the sight of him made Jenny melt inside. As always, his eyes captivated her – impossibly blue, and with an undefinable something that made it seem as if he was peering into the very depths of her soul. For the briefest of instants, Jenny thought she saw an answering affection in his eyes – a twin to the desperate yearning in her heart. Then his eyes widened in surprise as he took in her nakedness, his gaze travelling the length of her body, pausing at her throat for a moment when he noticed the collar, and the leash whose chain glinted in the light of the fire as it dangled between her breasts.
Jenny felt something spring to life inside her as Father Sinclair studied her body – a banked ember springing into flame once more now that she was finally back in his presence after what felt like an eternity. The look of approval on his face warmed her from the inside, and was that a flicker of desire she saw?
A small smile quirked Father Sinclair’s lips, a mischievous gleam of amusement sparking to light in those piercing blue eyes.
“Precisely on time, Jenny. I expected nothing less of course. Your Excellency, allow me to present to you Sister Meretrix, the newest Sister of our humble Order, and a truly exceptional girl as you can see. Jenny, this is Bishop Carmichael.”

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Melody Hooked Up

Melody’s relationship with Lady Amanda’s sub Eric deepens, the two of them indulging their curiosity to explore kinks beyond what their Master and Mistress would approve. Meanwhile, Melody has to overcome her jealousy and help Master enjoy the prize she won for him – the use, for a night, of a beautiful and fragile submissive. When her jealousy prompts Melody to choose a frightening anal hook to use on the girl, Master teaches her that choices have consequences.
Later, Melody takes Kim to the fetish club, and ends up having to submit to Lady Amanda in order to keep her eager but inexperienced friend safe from Lady Amanda’s whip.
This 11,000 word story is the latest episode in Melody’s BDSM journey.

EXCERPT

Melody adjusted the black silk trench coat, ensuring that the front showed a suitable amount of cleavage, and that the hem was hanging evenly at mid-thigh. It was her favorite garment – almost the first gift her Master had given her to wear for him. The soft boots were another gift – as was virtually all of her ‘play’ wardrobe. They had high, stiletto heels, and gripped her slender legs in buttery black leather like a lover’s hands. The last time she’d worn these boots had been the night he’d given them to her, when he’d taken her to the fetish club and she’d won a wager for him – a wager whose prize he’d be enjoying tonight.
As per his instructions, the coat and boots were all she wore. Her Master had an extensive collection of other items that he might make her wear for him, but very few of those would be considered clothes. Melody gave a small shiver of anticipation, her lips quirking upward in a small smile as she checked her makeup. After Melody had confessed that she didn’t feel very capable in that area, Master had sent her to learn from some of the finest makeup artists in town. Today she’d gone for strong, dark eyes – a midnight blue just above her eyes blending to a paler shade just beneath her eyebrows – giving her a mysterious, almost sinister look, while lipstick in a deep burgundy emphasized her mouth. Yes, she was pleased with her look – just as well, given tonight’s agenda.
Once inside, she paused for effect before slowly untying the belt of her coat and allowing him to help her take it off. She turned, wearing nothing but thigh-high boots and a smile, a warm glow of pride spreading through her at the look in his eyes.
“Welcome, Melody.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Melody lowered her eyes, as was proper, following him into the apartment. Accepting a glass of wine, she sank to her knees in front of his chair with a contented sigh.
The doorbell rang almost immediately.
“That will be Annabel. Show her in please, Melody.”
Annabel was her Master’s prize for the wager that Melody had won – a wager she had entered into with Lady Amanda, a Dominatrix, at the fetish club. In entering the wager, Melody had gone against her Master’s instructions. For that, she’d been duly punished. Nonetheless, she had won, and his prize was Annabel, one of the Dominatrix’ pets, for one night. Melody knew nothing about Annabel, other than that Lady Amanda had said that her Master wanted her, and had done for some time. Melody had felt a spark of jealousy flare into life when she’d heard that – a spark that still burned tonight.
The spark grew into a flame as Melody opened the door and got her first look at Annabel. Quite simply, the girl was stunning – petite and slender, with a cascade of coppery curls falling around her shoulders, and the greenest eyes Melody had ever seen. Those eyes widened as Annabel took in Melody’s costume…or lack of it, her delicately freckled skin reddening as she blushed.
“You must be Annabel.”
A nervous nod.
“Come in. He’s waiting for you.”
The girl’s throat moved as she swallowed, her fingers twining together as she stepped into the apartment.
Annabel accepted a glass of wine, holding it in front of her with both hands as she stood in the center of the room, facing the Master’s chair. Melody could see ripples on the dark surface of the liquid as the girl trembled.
Master’s voice was grave but kind.
“Did Lady Amanda explain the circumstances of your visit here, Annabel?”
“Yes, Sir. I am your prize in a wager, I understand.”
“And you accept this? You know you are free to leave, at any time, if you wish.”
“I will do as my Mistress commands, Sir.”
Master’s eyes held a warm glow of approval, Melody noted, the jealous flame inside her getting a little hotter.

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Lust in the Dark

There’s something dangerously sensuous about being blindfolded. Unable to see, other senses are heightened; touch, taste, hearing, smell – everything is so much more intense.
In the darkness, you’re completely at the mercy of your lover…or is that lovers? And what if you don’t even know who’s there?
Bestselling author Imogen Linn presents a collection of four previously published short stories comprising almost 30,000 words that will transport you into the sinfully erotic world that lies on the other side of the soft, black silk that covers your eyes.

 

 

CONTENTS

Tricked
“Will you do this for me?”

Jasmine’s boyfriend dressed her up to go out, so he could show off his hot girlfriend to his buddies. Back home, he wants to play a little game, blindfolding her for a hot session of kinky sex.
But with the blindfold on, and her hands tied behind her back, Jasmine realizes that the two of them are not alone, and that tonight’s game is a lot kinkier than she’d bargained for.

An erotic short story of approx. 7,500 words, featuring a hot, blindfolded gangbang.

Melody in the Dark
In this, her third encounter with her Master, Melody is thrilled to be invited to dine with him in his apartment. But, after the blindfold goes on, and he opens the door to a group of his friends, Melody realizes that what’s really on the menu is her, and the courses of the meal include a starter of oral, a spit-roast (well done), and a very gooey dessert.

All Tied Up
Carol has prepared a special surprise for John…herself, naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, waiting for her husband to find and ravish her.

There’s just one problem – John’s not coming home tonight.
Tied and helpless, Carol tries to get her hunky, ex-military neighbor to come and help her out. Surely he would never take advantage of his sexy neighbor’s predicament…or would he?

This erotic short story of approx. 5,000 words contains hot, kinky sex between a dominant older man and a hot young wife who’s gotten herself into a sticky situation.

Mesmerizing Caroline – The Society
Dr. Henderson’s hypnotherapy is turning her into a kinky slut, and she knows it, but Caroline’s having too much fun to care!

It’s when she comes to the attention of the mysterious organization known as The Society that she realizes there is more going on than meets the eye, and that they’ve been watching her for some time.

Her first assignment for them, a blindfolded gangbang in a luxurious hotel suite, will push her limits farther than ever before.

This short story of 12,000 words contains a girl-girl strap-on scene, an anonymous fuck in an elevator, and a scorching hot blindfolded BDSM gangbang.

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Tricked (Blindfolded, Tied & Gangbanged)

“Will you do this for me?”
Jasmine’s boyfriend dressed her up to go out, so he could show off his hot girlfriend to his buddies. Back home, he wants to play a little game, blindfolding her for a hot session of kinky sex.
But with the blindfold on, and her hands tied behind her back, Jasmine realizes that the two of them are not alone, and that tonight’s game is a lot kinkier than she’d bargained for.
An erotic short story of approx. 7,500 words, featuring a hot, blindfolded gangbang.

EXCERPT

“How about it, honey? Will you do this for me?”
Jasmine’s only answer was a slow, mischievous smile. She gathered her long blond hair, holding it out of the way as she turned her back to Craig and let him settle the black silk scarf over her eyes before tying it securely behind her head.
“Come over here, baby.”
Craig took her hands in his, gently helping her to her feet and guiding her to the center of the room. Jasmine could feel the excitement building already. She couldn’t see a thing, and having to trust Craig to lead her safely through the darkness was already turning her on.
They’d been out tonight, meeting up at the bar with his buddies. Craig had told her what to wear – he loved to dress her up and show her off. Jasmine thought it must be a guy thing, maybe some kind of dominance display, saying “Look what I’ve got” to all his friends.
Whatever the reason, she liked it. Dressing up (or down) was always fun, and she’d been the only girl in the group tonight. It was a simple outfit – a white blouse that was about two sizes too small, so that her breasts strained the buttons on the front, and a skirt so short that it showed off the tops of her black hold-up stockings, unless she was very careful how she walked and sat.
The looks and comments she’d gotten from Craig’s friends had been extremely appreciative – even more so than usual. Sometimes, she’d caught them exchanging looks with Craig, as if they were all in on some secret she didn’t know about. But whatever, being the center of attention of a group of hot, fit guys had had its usual effect on her, and by the time they got home, Jasmine was just about ready to jump on Craig the moment they got inside the door.
But he seemed to be in the mood to take things slower, much to Jasmine’s frustration. The way he’d kept checking his watch was really annoying, too. Here she was, a raging bundle of hot, sexual energy, and he seemed more interested in what time it was.
Still, when he’d finally broached the subject of wanting to play a little game together, Jasmine had forgiven him.
Now she felt his strong fingers working their way down her blouse, opening one button after another to reveal her firm, high breasts. Her breath caught as his fingers brushed her hard nipples, sending delicious tingles through her body.
Her skirt and underwear soon followed her blouse to the floor, and Jasmine stood in the center of the room in nothing but stockings and high-heels – and the blindfold, of course.
“You’re so beautiful.”
A soft, tender kiss, and then Craig’s hands on her shoulders, gently but firmly pressing her down.
The tiles were hard and cold against Jasmine’s legs as she knelt on the floor. She thought about asking Craig for a cushion to kneel on, but she didn’t want to spoil the moment.
It had been quite a while since she’d seen him so keen and eager – almost hungry for her. Not that there was anything wrong with their relationship. It was just that the initial desperation, when they hadn’t been able to keep their hands off each other, or their clothes on, was starting to die down a little. So, Jasmine didn’t want to risk breaking the fragile tension that was starting to build – the fluttering excitement in her chest.
When she heard the sound of his zipper from inches in front of her face, Jasmine’s heart began to beat faster. The smell of him came next, musky and masculine, then she felt the heat of him against her skin.

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All Tied Up

Carol has prepared a special surprise for John…herself, naked, blindfolded and handcuffed to the bed, waiting for her husband to find and ravish her.
There’s just one problem – John’s not coming home tonight.
Tied and helpless, Carol tries to get her hunky, ex-military neighbor to come and help her out. Surely he would never take advantage of his sexy neighbor’s predicament…or would he?
This erotic short story of approx. 5,000 words contains hot, kinky sex between a dominant older man and a hot young wife who’s gotten herself into a sticky situation.

EXCERPT

I took one last look around the room. There was still time to change my mind.
The handcuffs were waiting for me where I’d left them, at the head of the bed, looped around the central metal bar of the bed frame. The steel and chrome gleamed in the dim light that shone through the heavy curtains. Another pair of silk scarves would have been more comfortable, or maybe some of those wide leather cuffs I had seen in the shop where I got the handcuffs – the ones that buckled around your wrist like a tiny leather belt. But, even if they would have been more comfortable, there’s something wonderfully absolute about handcuffs. Nothing else would give me quite the same feeling of being bound and helpless, and utterly at John’s mercy. Besides, scarfs and buckles would be easy enough to get out of, if I wanted to, and that would have been cheating.
I had placed the handcuff key on my nightstand. After I tied the blindfold over my eyes, I would lie down, arms above my head, my naked body stretched down the middle of the bed.
The scarves at my ankles kept my legs spread wide apart, leaving me totally on display. When I was ready, I would find the handcuffs by feel, then fasten them around my wrists.
I wanted John to find me like this – tied down, blindfolded and helpless, his to do with as he wished, indulging his naughtiest desires.
I’d been reading a series of books recently that featured some pretty kinky sex, and a week or so ago the idea of tonight’s little game had snuck into my mind and just wouldn’t leave. I kept thinking about it, my imagination getting more and more detailed and elaborate, fantasizing about all the things John would do to me, and how it would feel to be totally helpless before him.
Finally I had given in.
I’d texted John earlier, telling him it was important to come straight home because I had an important surprise in store for him. I knew he would understand – that was our code for one of our special sessions that could last the whole weekend, if I were lucky. John had very quickly called me back to say he was on his way home, and would be here in about fifteen minutes.
I thought about waiting to cuff myself until I heard his car in the driveway, but I wanted the anticipation. I wanted to know what it would be like to wait there, helpless in the darkness of the blindfold, knowing that my lover was coming, and that he would be able to do anything he wanted with me – anything at all.
That’s why I had left the key on the nightstand, instead of within reach of my cuffed hands – so that, once I was handcuffed, I wouldn’t have any choice. I would be stuck until John came home and ravished me.
I been thinking about this moment all week, and I was already raring to go. After being tied up and helpless for fifteen minutes, I knew I would be desperately horny, and I was looking forward to sharing that with my wonderful husband.
I took a deep breath and placed the black silk scarf carefully over my eyes, making sure I couldn’t see a thing, then tied it firmly.
I lay down, stretching my arms above my head, my fingers fumbling at the bed frame until I found the cold metal handcuffs waiting for me.
I carefully fastened the first cuff, making sure it was tight enough to be secure, but not too tight.
The sound of the second cuff closing around my wrist was harsh and final. Now I was completely committed, with no turning back.

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A Walk on the Wild Side

Dressed up like a prostitute, Tricia takes a walk through the deserted warehouse district in the dead of night.
It’s all part of the game she and her husband Kevin use to spice up their marriage, taking turns to make one of their partner’s sexual fantasies come true.
Tonight, Tricia is playing out her fantasy of being a hooker, taken by force. When two men, neither of whom is Kevin, accost her in the dark, isolated neighborhood, Tricia decides that Kevin has truly raised the bar, and that her walk tonight is going to be wilder by far than she could ever have imagined.
An erotic short story of approx. 5,000 words.

EXCERPT

“Maybe she’s got the cash on her, not in the purse,” the blond one piped up.
“Good point. Show us what’s under the jacket, honey.”
I crossed my arms, hugging myself. These guys were good. The way they were looking at me, as if I were just prey, was sending a thrill of fear down my spine. It was only adding to my excitement, but I wanted to play my role properly.
“Look, that’s all I’ve got, OK? Just take it and leave me alone.”
“Looks like she needs some encouragement, Rick.”
The blond one, Rick I guess, got behind me and grabbed my shoulders. Like I was going to be running anywhere in these sandals.
“C’mon baby, show us what you got.”
I shook my head, my eyes on the dark one since he seemed to be the leader out of the two.
Rick chuckled behind me.
“Stubborn, isn’t she, Kyle?”
So that was the dark one’s name, huh? It suited his brooding, slightly menacing look.
Kyle became a lot more menacing when he reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife. The snick of the blade flicking out when he pressed the button sounded a lot louder than it should have done. It gleamed in the night, sending my pulse up yet another notch.
“OK, OK. Look, just don’t hurt me…please?”
The quavering note of fear in my voice was entirely feigned, and my fingers trembled as I found the zipper of my jacket. I pulled it down slowly, gradually revealing the pale inner curves of my breasts as I held the sides as closed as I thought Kyle would let me get away with.
He made an impatient gesture with the knife, and I knew he wasn’t going to let me get away with anything. I pulled the two sides of the jacket open, my nipples hardening under his heated gaze as I exposed myself to him in the cool night air.
While his attention was held by my boobs, I slowly started to slip off my sandals, staying on tiptoe so that Rick, behind me, wouldn’t notice either. I was getting ready to make a run for it, even though I had every intention of getting caught, and the risk of stepping on something sharp seemed a lot better than the outright certainty of breaking an ankle if I tried to run in these ridiculous shoes.
Kyle stepped closer as he gave a low, appreciative whistle.
“Looks like you were telling the truth, huh?”
The blade of the knife was cold as he placed the flat of it against my skin, and I couldn’t help jumping. He started to slowly stroke the blade downwards, not cutting me or hurting me in any way, but making it very clear that he could if he wanted to.
The blade of the knife traveled slowly down over my stomach. I kept my eyes on Kyle, watching his face as he watched the knife.
“Still, even if it’s not in your jacket, you could still be hiding tonight’s take somewhere else, couldn’t you?”
I held my breath as he slid the tip of the knife under the waistband of my skirt. I didn’t think there was any way I could have hidden a nickel under a skirt that short, but I don’t think that was really the point. I tried to suck in my stomach and make myself as thin as I could, to leave as much space as possible for the knife blade to avoid my skin.
I felt the skirt’s waistband pressing into my back as Kyle pulled back on the knife, then the blade had cut through the material and the skirt fell to the floor.

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Melody on Loan

Melody’s Master decides it’s time to show her off in public.

A trip to a fetish club leads to a sexual contest, with Melody using all her skills to try and avoid being at the mercy of the mysterious Lady Amanda.

A chance encounter in the ‘real’ world creates conflicting emotions – what can Melody do if her heart and her collar start to pull her in two different directions?

This latest episode in Melody’s story is an erotic short story of approx. 10,000 words, featuring public sex, a whipping and a threesome with a hot dominatrix and her handsome pet.

EXCERPT

It was calmer and quieter inside the VIP area, farther away from the pounding beat of the music. The two of them were ushered to a small table where her Master sat while Melody knelt at his feet on a thoughtfully provided cushion.

She was not the only one in this position. When she glanced around the room, Melody’s eyes fell upon a male sub, kneeling next to his Mistress.

His beauty took her breath away.

He was like a Greek statue brought to life. His startlingly blue eyes met hers for a moment, before he lowered his gaze. He knelt, motionless, keeping his eyes on a point on the floor in front of him.

He wore nothing but a harness of leather straps that only served to accentuate the smooth, muscular planes of his body. His skin had been oiled, so that his body gleamed in the warm, yellow glow of the spotlights dotted around the ceiling. Melody stared, unable to tear her gaze away from this blond Adonis. She didn’t even notice his Mistress until the elegant woman rose gracefully to her feet, and led her slave toward their table.

She was taller than Melody would have been without her boots, although some of that was due to the high spiked heels of the blood-red shoes she was wearing. She was curvaceous where Melody was slender, and carried herself with an aura of power and self-confidence to which Melody could not help but respond.

Melody hated the woman immediately.

“How simply delicious to see you again.”

The woman greeted Melody’s Master with a smile, holding out a pale, delicate hand for him to kiss. He rose politely to his feet, bowing as he pressed his lips to her skin.

“And you, Lady Amanda. What a delightful surprise. I see you’ve found yourself a new pet.”

“Isn’t he beautiful? Your lovely little slut certainly seems to think so.”

Melody felt herself redden as both of them turned to look at her.

“Oh, look she’s blushing. How simply adorable! Do say you’ll lend her to me?”

Melody’s heart pounded as her Master’s face took on a thoughtful expression. Surely, he couldn’t possibly be considering it…could he? She held her breath as she waited for him to reply.

“Forgive me, Lady. Melody is not yet ready.”

Melody blushed deeper as she felt the full force of Lady Amanda’s gaze focused on her for the first time. The Mistress’ deep, dark eyes promised pleasure and pain, and had an intensity that made Melody wonder just what it would be like to be at her mercy.

For a brief moment, she wanted it.

“She looks ready to me. In fact, she looks positively eager.

“How about a little wager? Winner gets to borrow the loser’s pet for one night.”

Melody’s Master smiled, “Thank you for the generous offer, Lady. But as you know, my tastes do not include other males.”

“I do have other pets, you know. Admit it, you’ve had your eye on my Annabel for quite some time.”

Lady Amanda reached down, caressing Melody’s cheek. Looking into her eyes, she slid her hand down Melody’s body, cupping her breast then taking hold of one of Melody’s nipples and gently pinching it, making her gasp. Melody cursed herself for the way she responded so readily to this woman’s touch.

“Oh, how much fun it would be to make you scream for me, little pet. Still, if your Master has not trained you properly…”

The implied criticism of her Master was the last straw.

“What’s the wager?”

Melody saw a look of triumph flash in the other woman’s eyes, and felt a wave of disapproval from her Master, but it was too late now.

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