"Emma I want you to begin your education, your training. I want you to stay with Mistress Louise for a few days. You have things to learn."
I looked at the floor. I knew he was right but scared that he didn't think I was good enough. I knew I had to - it was only training. Things I hadn't done, things I could practice, to be better for him. He wanted me to be his pleasure slave.
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Dave had wanted to be crucified for as long as he could remember. He was brought up in the Catholic religion and even though the religious side of things had never made much sense to him he found the images of the crucifixion and the scourging erotic beyond words. He had long kept his fantasies to himself until he saw a personal in his local newspaper.
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"Be seated, my dear." The woman indicated an armchair in front of her large oak desk. The young woman sat, legs primly together, her green eyes glancing around, taking in her new surroundings.
"You have been sent here by your family for training," the woman said. She had a kind face, and her lips curved naturally into a slight smile.
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The minute he stepped into the room a slow and aching fear began to spread across his back and settle into his shoulders. In one quick glance he could tell his entrance was a mistake, but it was far too late to turn back. The room was a perfect cube, four rust stained walls, a window covered with a thick layer of dark brown filth, one solitary light bulb hanging from a mass of wires in the center, dangling forebodingly over a plain musty mattress.
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Chapter One
As he had instructed, she was naked and kneeling, near to the foot of the bed. She was facing the headboard so she could not see him enter the room, so she would be vulnerable to him.
She heard the door knob turn and her heart raced. In her mind, she kept repeating to herself what he had told her "Keep your head high, your eyes lowered and do not speak."
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Preamble – a delivery.
The six foot, 210 pound guard dragged the captive blonde across the room. "Take your hands off of me, you goon." She yelled as she raked a heel down the shin of her assailant. He manhandled her towards the small dark room that was to be her home for the next weeks. "Hey you great lunk, be careful with the merchandise," her kidnapper admonished. "We don't want this one bruised."
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I'd always known I might be arrested some day, so it wasn't entirely unexpected. Don't get me wrong, I'm not a criminal. I was doing something patriotic. But the people in charge of things disagreed.
That can be a problem.
In those days I was running the newspaper from a little dressmaking shop in Tull.
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We hadn't talked in a couple days and even though we were just meeting for a drink I was a bit nervous. We'd met on alt life a dating site geared towards BDSM and found that we shared many of the same fetishes. A few emails quickly turned into many and it seemed like an alright time to get together face to face.
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"Come here."
I've been watching Sarah for the last few minutes. My book closed on my finger, marking my place. She's been, I don't know, bopping? Fiddling? Fussing? Not really doing anything, just, waffling around. She's barefooted in jeans. So,
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"Lay down on the bed," she said, standing before me wearing just this little diaphanous garment so thin and short I could see the twin dark circles of her jutting nipples, as well as the gentle flare of her slim hips. Just a hair's breadth below the gauzy hem was the trimmed pubis and sweet pink flesh I wanted to badly to plunder. But not right now. She was in control tonight, and I was doing whatever she said.
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