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.


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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About imogenlinn

I write erotic stories, often with a BDSM twist. I was born in Chicago in the 80s (no, I'm not telling you what year - a girl has to have some secrets). I was always a bit of a wild child. My stories are mostly about good girls who end up submitting to dominant, older men. (Autobiographical? Who, me?) I try to write my sex raunchy, and make the situations and characters believable. For me, if there's no build-up, or I read something and think, "But, she wouldn't do that!" then it kills the experience. I write about encounters and situations that turn me on and get me hot. Some of them are (loosely) based on things that really happened, others are based on things I only wish had happened!
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