Melody learns more about the new world she has discovered. Following her unseen Master’s texted instructions, Melody, the shy, straight A college student, finds herself in the video booth of an adult bookstore, watching porn as she masturbates for an unseen audience of strange men. When hard cocks start to appear through holes in the wall, Melody has to take her role as her Master’s slut to a whole new level, and learn just how far she is willing to go.
Length: Approx. 6,000 words
Tags: bsdm, erotica, hardcore, oral sex, gloryhole, adult bookstore, submissive female, dominant male
Her phone beeped to announce a new message just as she noticed the video camera mounted on the ceiling at the corner of the booth. A small red light burned at the camera’s base, and Melody knew she was being watched.
“Welcome, slut,” read the text message, “That’s a beautiful choker you’re wearing.”
Melody felt something inside of her unclench in relief at the knowledge that her Master was nearby, watching and watching over her. Seeing him in the flesh would have been better, but at least she knew that he was in control, and that everything that happened would be part of his plan for her. She found herself smiling broadly at his praise of her choker. She chided herself inwardly for behaving like a schoolgirl with a crush, but she couldn’t help it. Praise and approval from him, even delivered via a text message on her phone, filled her with warmth and contentment.
Another message arrived, quickly after the first, “Put the phone somewhere you can see it easily, and then sit down in the chair.”
Melody propped the phone on the top edge of the darkened TV screen and sat down. The back of the chair was reclined, tilting back to a shallow angle, and Melody leaned back, settling in
comfortably to the soft padded leather. Sitting under the spotlight, the walls of the booth were dim and shadowed, almost as if she were on stage looking out at a dimly-lit auditorium.
The screen lit up, showing a woman’s face contorted in agony or ecstasy. The camera’s viewpoint panned backwards, and Melody could see that the woman was on her hands and knees, being taken from behind, her moans and his grunts softly audible from the TV’s speakers. After a few moments, another naked man came into shot and grabbed her by the hair, shoving himself into her mouth. Melody watched, rapt, as the woman was forced to suck him whilst being screwed.
Soon, the movie changed. This time, a young girl was on her knees, surrounded by hard shafts which she was stroking and sucking – a few strokes or bobs of her head on each, before her head was tugged away, her mouth pulled onto another hard shaft.
Again and again the scene changed, every time showing a girl being used or controlled – submitting in some way to one or more men. In most cases, that meant getting screwed, but sometimes the scene showed a woman being restrained – wearing handcuffs, strapped into pieces of strange bondage equipment or tied up with rope in elaborate arrangements of knots, like some piece of living, erotic sculpture.
Melody had seen some porn before, of course, although it hadn’t interested her very much. She’d seen nothing like this, though. She knew that, just a week or two ago, she would have turned away from the screen in horrified disgust. But, not now. Something about these images and scenarios resonated within her, and Melody’s eyes stayed locked to the screen as scene after scene of sexual submission played out in front of her.
She started to become aroused, imagining herself in such situations. Her pussy tingled and her nipples grew hard, the silk of her coat rubbing against them as she squirmed in the seat.