Dark Erotic Fiction

Chapter 36: Mona’s Dildo Night

John walked into the house with the new bondage kit and the old toy bag. He called out, “Mona?”

Mona emerged from the kitchen, completely nude.

John said, “It’s good to see that you have been obedient.”

She came over and hugged him, and caressed his obvious erection. “It’s good to see you, and that you are happy to see me. There were two things delivered this afternoon; I assume you arranged for them.”

“Yes, I did. Where are they?”

“The pillory wasn’t wrapped. I had them put it in the basement, where we’ve played before. It’s all set up. The other package was a big box. I took a guess and had that put in our bedroom.”

“That was a good guess. I have something else here that I’m going to put on you now.”

Mona stood as John put on the belts, cuffs, and straps just like the ones used on Delia. He left his wife’s hands relatively free, with only long straps locking them to her collar. “What do you think of it?” he asked.

Mona tugged a bit here and there, tried walking and sitting, and said “It’s secure, but the way you put it on I can work and move around OK.”

“Good. You finish dinner, and I’ll set up the big box in the bedroom. By the way, you have on the same set that Delia does now, with a little more freedom for the hands.”

“Like daughter, like mother, huh? That reminds me, I haven’t seen her since her enslavement. I’d like to go down there tomorrow.”

“That’s fine. I won’t unchain her for your visit. If you like, you can take her to a coffee shop.”

“If you won’t unlock her, she’ll have to go nude!”

“Correct. Part of being a slave. At least, part of her training. If you don’t want to go to a coffee shop, there are slave bars that serve lunch.”

“I’ll think about it.”

John went upstairs and unpacked the pole. It was simple to assemble, and the device batteries were already charged. He figured on putting her on it for an hour after dinner, playing with the remote, and watching her reactions.

A while later, Mona called him to dinner. He came down dressed causally and comfortably. He also brought some nipple buzzers, which he attached to Mona. It made her a little distracted over dinner.

He asked her afterwards, “Did you try the pillory?”

“I thought about having them test it on me, but didn’t. Before I answered the door I put on my robe, but took it off when they offered to place the pillory. It was exciting. They enjoyed looking at me. After they left, I tried out the holes. The neck hole is fine. The wrist holes are just bigger than my wrists.”

“Good, it fits. So two men saw you and it excited you?”

“No, one man and two naked slaves.”

John then rose and changed her bondage, connecting her wrists to her elbow cuffs behind her back. He led her upstairs by her vagina, by palming her mound and inserting his middle finger, and tugging her along. When they reached the bedroom, he closed the door behind them and released her. He pointed at the pole and said, “Does that look familiar?”

She looked and said, “Yes. It’s like the pole downtown.”

“Walk over and place yourself over it.” After she did, he said, “Notice the red plastic dome by your right foot. Pump it with your foot.”

She pumped, and the pole began to rise. She understood, and kept pumping. As the pole device reached her vagina, she maneuvered it into her, and kept pumping. Even as the saddle reached her, she kept pumping until the pole wouldn’t rise any more. John smiled. “Now, try to get off the pole.” She tried lifting her legs, lunging back and forth, and jumping, but her extended-foot position didn’t give her any leverage to get off the pole. She admitted defeat.

John smiled some more, and pressed buttons on a remote control. The device buzzed. John took a plastic part and put it on the saddle so that it pressed against her clitoris. “We’ll leave it there now. You’ll have to take care to get things straight as you pump so that it hits the right spot.” The buzzing then reached her clitoris and made her gasp — and wet even more.

John played with the control, turning the vibrations up and down and noting when the buzzing seemed to stop pleasing her. He turned it up more to see where it started displeasing her. He turned it up more to see where the discomfort turned into pain, then reduced it to a pleasant level. “That’s now the default vibrator setting.” After that, he turned off the vibrator and started playing with the electrical options. The lower settings didn’t do anything for her. Slightly higher settings tickled pleasantly. When he started routing the current through the clitoris stimulator, it made her moan and press against it. He tried the various internal electrode locations, noting which hit the more sensitive spots. Selecting those spots, he started turning up the voltage, again noting where it stopped being pleasant, where it started being uncomfortable, and where it started to hurt. He left it at the hurt level. “Are you regretting it yet?” he asked, watching her face closely.

“No, not much. This hurts a little, but I’m really wet and turned on.”

John turned the vibrator back on and left the electricity on the hurt level. After a while, he asked how it felt.

“It feels good. The vibrations seem to ease the electrical pain.”

“That’s what the instructions said would happen for most women.”

He then turned off the electricity and the vibration, then pushed buttons that started the device twisting inside her, just a little. She liked that. He turned the amount of twist up and down and varied the speed of the twist, noting her reactions down in a table that was part of the device handbook. She seemed to like all of those variations. After that, he made it thrust inside her, just fractions of an inch, varying the distance and speed. She liked all of those too.

He shut off all of the motions, then stepped in front of her and looked her in the eye. “There are other functions that the device has, too, and you won’t like all of them. Some are designed not to be liked. I’m going to try some of those now. I want you to look me in the face and say that you approve of me trying them, that you want me to try them, and that it is part of your deal with me.”

She looked apprehensive. She had an idea of what was coming, and was scared. She loved and trusted him, though, and knew he wouldn’t harm her, or cause her too much pain, or for too long. After a deep breath, she said. “I gave you unlimited authority over sex. This is sex. This is part of your authority over me, according to my request. I approve of your trying the unpleasant functions of the dildo, and I want you to try them. I’ll just ask you to hold me afterward.”

He smiled, and pressed a button on the remote.

It felt like a hot poker on her clitoris. It lasted almost no time at all, but it got her to lurch halfway up the dildo, and she heard herself scream. The pain disappeared immediately, leaving her breathless. Her husband embraced her and kissed her, and waited for her to speak.

“That was the most painful thing I’ve ever encountered. Please don’t do that again.”

“That sounds like a condition,” replied John.

“No, it’s a heartfelt plea. If you decide to do it again, you’ll do it again, but I’m begging you not to.”

“OK. Just checking. That’s reserved for extreme situations where you really need and deserve it. The book says that repeating it on a two-minute cycle for an hour is extremely effective.”

She shuddered at the very thought. Then she saw him pressing a button on the remote, and tensed up for a repeat. Instead, she got a sensation of something moving up and down the dildo, inside her, fast. It was a moving tingle. No, more than a tingle; it would have ben painful except that it moved so fast. It started to excite her.

“So you like that. Good. It’s a reward, then. In this case, a reward for taking the shock so well.”

He stopped the pleasant feeling, pressed a few more buttons, and the dildo started to warm up. It felt good. “This is the highest setting. How does it feel?”

She answered, “It feels good. It’s like a hot tub inside me. I wonder if it would get unpleasant after a while.”

“It’s possible.” The warmth started to fade, slowly. It was followed by a sharp shock that caused pain, but nothing compared to the clitoral bombshell. She gasped, and wondered if she had just agreed to a life of pain; she hadn’t expected that from John, but you don’t always get what you expect. John was watching her face, and guessed what she was thinking. He approached, kissed her, played with her breasts, and said, “I’m not planning on using the pain settings. I admit that watching you experience that last one was interesting, but not all that interesting. The big one was painful to watch. I don’t intend to use it again. The manual suggests that I try all of the functions, for several reasons. One is that some women love some of the supposed punishments. Another is that if the wielder ever decides that punishment is required, you want to know ahead of time what is appropriate. Another is that the device stores some response information and keys it to the ‘imbedee’ so that it can alert the wielder to abnormal responses. The more things that are tried, the better the ability of the device to detect bad results. A big reason is that the slave, and you are playing the slave here, should understand what the device can do and what she may be subjected to. The biggest reason is that the wielder is master, and should act like it. I agree.” She got a second shock, stronger than the first, but the recent memory of the clitoral blast made it feel less intense. He went on, trying things, asking her how it felt, entering numbers on the remote, and moving on to other torments and delights. About half of the things he tried felt good; some were wonderful. He didn’t tell her if they were meant to feel good or whether she just liked a punishment. The cumulative effect was making her horny beyond belief.

After a while he seemd to have reached the end of the list of things to try. He set the dildo on a low warmth, with electrical tinglings up and down and on her clitoris, with small thrusts and twists, and a medium level of vibration. “Now we find out what a steady stimulation produces. I’ll be back in a minute.”

She said, “You’re leaving me alone on this?”

“Just for a minute. I have to get some reading material.”

“You’re going to read?”

“Looking at you writhe in pleasure, or in pain, for that matter, is a pleasant way to spend an hour or so, but this will be a bit more boring. The purpose of this exercise is to find out what level of stimulation will get you the hottest and keep you there without letting you orgasm. It is also a way of calibrating the device to detect upcoming orgasms. It is in your best interest for that to be accurate. The thing can be set to reduce stimulation when an orgasm approaches, or to turn it up, or to apply a shock. It also detects orgasms, and can be set to react to those too. This will be a period of calm, slow stimulation for you, and I want to read the paper.” He tweaked her breasts and walked out of the room.

Tags: enslavement, pain

Chapter 35: Interlude With Julia

(Later in the day, shortly after Rebecca’s arrival)

Early evening came and found two sweaty, tired, nude women entwined on the bed. Rebecca was amazed by the older woman’s knowledge and technique, given that she had been married. “You forget that I went to college, too, young lady,” was her amused reply.

Julia was pleased with Rebecca’s skills too, and with her agreeing to everything Julia wanted to try. Julia hadn’t introduced bondage yet, but was planning on doing so. Julia thought that Rebecca showed definite submissive traits.

Rebecca asked, “Julia, what do you think I should do? Accept the agreement and go to school? Ask for freedom and try to get a job, then try to go to school?”

“I assume you don’t think you would get a graduate assistanceship.”

“No, those have to be set up in advance. If I accept the agreement, I won’t be able to change my status if I can arrange one. Jobs are scarce around campus, too.”

“Then I’d suggest accepting the agreement.”

“But that requires me to be a slave for at least five years — a year in school and four years afterwards.”

“And if he hadn’t taken you in and offered it to you, you’d be doing laundry for over five years, if you were still alive.”

“Yes, I know that. You say that he’s a good guy and a good lover.”

“I wouldn’t use the word lover. He’s considerate and pleasing, but sex between master and slave, outside of a slave-marriage, isn’t two lovers. I can tell there’s a difference. It is still enjoyable, but there is a difference.”

“OK, he’s good at fucking.”

“That is cruder, but closer to the mark. And yes, he is good at fucking. He’s also a good master. He really does try to be a boss rather than an owner, but the owner part is always there, at least for me. Most bosses don’t have sex with their employees because there are some mild taboos and big risks of lawsuits. However, a slave is not going to sue, and there is no taboo anymore. So I’m a good almost-employee and a good, perhaps great, sex — I’m not sure what to say there. Sex toy isn’t right, and sex slave and sex object aren’t either, in my case, but sex partner definitely isn’t right. Let’s just say sex participant.”

“So I should agree to being his slave and let him fuck me?”

“You are his slave, and he’ll fuck you if he wants to. He got my permission and my request, but he didn’t need it. He wanted my cooperation. It’s been good for me that I gave it, and not just because I didn’t upset him by resisting. I’d think that given how horny you are, you’d want a sex outlet that won’t get you enslaved again, which is likely if you get free and take up with another man. The agreement that he and I worked out, that has my freedom option in it, has other clauses. Aside from some general provisions that almost all such contracts have, like snuffing being an option in the case of escape, physical attack on owner or associates, crimes against the business, and any act that might expose the owner or firm to a criminal charge, and various ranges of corporal punishment for lesser infractions, his is really easy on the slave. It states that there is no intent to modify my body, kill me, or injure me. As I understand, his lawyer wouldn’t let him make it a guarantee. It states that I will submit to sex under his conditions at such times that he may require, and other statements of servitude. I liked that one, but he wouldn’t put in anything that let me demand sex. I have health care and dental care. I have a guarantee that I’ll have sufficient food, shelter, and clothing to the general standard of acceptance in the community. It doesn’t say that I’ll always be allowed to wear the clothing, but it says that I’ll have the clothing.”

Rebecca considered this. It sounded like she was agreeing to a lot, but if he hadn’t offered a contract, he had almost no restrictions on what he did with her, including keeping her nude, in chains, and fucking her anytime he wanted. Given what Julia had just told her, he could still do that, as long as he let her out for school. He was offering something of value to her, in exchange for several years of work, and an implied sexual relationship. She realized that if her agreement was like Julia’s, the sexual relationship wasn’t going to be implied. Julia was also right that if she was still at the laundry, she wouldn’t be going to school, wearing clothes, or working with one of her passions, computers. She wouldn’t be free to go out in the evening. She might not even be breathing. Julia had implied that the agreement was the best possible outcome for Rebecca, and Rebecca realized it was the best possible outcome, given the circumstances.

“OK, I’ll accept the contract. Should I ask for a guarantee of sex?”

“Go ahead. It will be funny, anyway. Now grab that vibrator and get to work.”

“I want it this time.”

“OK, but I get to tie you down for it.”

“Deal.”

Julia was surprised by the immediate acceptance, but didn’t let the opportunity get away. She grabbed the rope she kept under the bed and spread-eagled Rebecca. “This is a dream come true,” she purred. Once the junior slave was secure, she began a slow exploration, running her hand over Rebecca’s torso lightly, barely touching, caressing a breast, brushing a nipple, grazing the public hair, but not touching her sex. Rebecca’s breathing got faster. She reacted the most to slow, circular, extremely light touches on the lower torso above the pubis. After a while of this, and many requests to touch the clitoris, Julia’s hand wandered down, then took a detour to the lower thigh, where it lingered and then slowly brushed upwards. There was a sudden intake of breath as the touch approached the crotch, and a moan as it quickly moved to the other thigh and a similar adventure. Rebecca was getting lightheaded from gasping, and managed to whisper, “How did you know that would get me?”

Julia said, “Simple, it works on me, and on at least a few men, so it was worth a try.” Without warning, she moved from brushing the top of the pubic hair to stroking the inner labia. Rebecca almost convulsed, giving out a cry of pure pleasure. It was short-lived, as Julia resumed her previous pattern, and Rebecca moaned. Julia repeated this several times, ending with a long slow stroke of the labia and a circular rubbing of the clitoris. She then rose from the bed and took something from a bedside table.

“Why did you stop?” whined Rebecca.

“To do this,” said Julia, inserting a double dildo into herself, climbing between Rebecca’s thighs, and inserting the other end into Rebecca, then pushing it in quickly, and starting to fuck vigorously. Soon, both women came to shuddering climaxes and Julia stopped her thrusting. After a minute or two of heavy breathing, she moved to get off Rebecca, who gasped out, “Don’t! Please stay on me!”

“Aren’t you uncomfortable?” asked Julia.

“No. This is the first affectionate, loving touch I’ve had in a long time. The jerks at the laundry … ugh. My ex-fiance — the thought of him makes me crawl — wasn’t this caring. I need to feel you against me, to make me feel like it’s worth living, even if I’m a slave. I’m a slave, and I wanted to die to get out of it. Maybe I still do. This is what might keep me going. Please hold me and kiss me.”

Julia said, “I understand. I’ve been there.” She held the younger woman, touched her face, kissed her. Then she tried a hip thrust, experimentally, and received a strong thrust back. Julia continued, much slower than the first time, kissing lips and breasts, rubbing her body slowly across Rebecca’s. Later, after many small orgasms, Julia stopped moving. “Should I get off now?” she asked.

“No, stay there.”

“But it must be uncomfortable. You’re tied, have a big dildo shoved in you, and a heavy body laying on top of you. We can’t keep you like that.”

“I’m comfortable. You’re not heavy. I liked being tied up, when I was a real human. I like the dildo. I like that you move a little and move it inside me. Please stay. If we both fall asleep like this, it would be fine by me.”

Julia lay still, thinking there was no way she could sleep like this. She thought the same thing again, then realized that she had just wakened because she needed the bathroom. It was three hours after the conversation. She climbed off carefully, leaving the dildo in Rebecca, then carefully pulled it out. She used the toilet, then came back to Rebecca, who was sleeping soundly. It was a difficult task, untying the ropes without disturbing the sleeper; the quick-release knots came undone easily, but unwrapping the coils got tricky. When she was done, she lay down, covered them both, and dropped off almost immediately.

Tags: kill, Snuff

Chapter 34: Ask The Professor

(Shortly after Rebecca’s arrival)

After John’s talk with her about her future, Rebecca went up to the apartment to think. She called her old advisor from the university, because she knew the college office wouldn’t give out information about her without proof that she was who she said she was.

“Dr. Jimson, this is Rebecca Jones.”

“Rebecca! It’s great to hear from you! After that shit Jason did that … I thought we’d never hear from you again!”

“Well, I recovered a little. I would like to know my status with the university, and whether I’d be able to re-enroll and finish my Masters.”

“Let me look you up. ” A long pause ensued, then “This shows that you were withdrawn, and are eligible for enrollment. Are you planning on coming back?”

“Yes, this fall if possible. Can I get back in on time?”

“Yes, you just show up and sign up for courses. It will be great to have you back. How did you ever get free?”

“Well, I didn’t. Please don’t tell anyone. I’ll tell you all about it when the semester starts.”

“OK, at least you’ll be back here.”

“I’ll be part time. I need you to check whether I’ll be able to get into my last two classes and whether my thesis draft still exists on the computer.”

“I’ll check with the instructors. I know your thesis draft still exists because I went and copied all your files after your …”

“Just say it: enslavement. I like your characterization of Jason. Is he still there, or did he finish?”

“Neither.”

“Neither?”

“What he did pissed all kinds of people off. No woman would partner with him on projects, and most of the men wouldn’t either. All of the professors started finding a lot of problems with his work. He needed a new thesis advisor, and no one would take him on. He finally got a job in California and planned on finishing up out there. We made sure that they heard about him at the appropriate schools.”

“That’s great! Serves him right. I didn’t even know why he did it.”

“He never told anyone. Some people speculate that he had another honey, but the girl they suspected being the honey was one of his worst opponents afterwards. He got surly and unpleasant, but that might be because of the trouble we all threw at him.”

“Oh, well, he’s gone from here. It would have been unpleasant if he was still around. If you have the same email address, I’ll send you a note with my contact information.”

“Yes, same address. I’ll get you the information. Great to hear from you!”

After the phone call, Rebecca sought out Julia and told her about the situation and the decision she had to make. “He told me right out that he didn’t want to require sex from me, but that he would have a hard time not requiring it. I don’t know what to make of that.”

“He’s a nice guy with an ethical dilemma. Owning slaves is a little difficult for him. However, he does want you. Do you like sex with men?”

Rebecca blushed. “I was dripping with just the short discussion I had with him. I’m way beyond horny. He’s attractive, but he’s my owner, and I thought I needed to keep some distance.”

“Why? He at least treats you like a human, with courtesy, unlike your last place. He had some of the same uncertainties with me, except I asked directly for sex, any way he wanted it. Since then it has been less sex that I want, but it has been good sex. We’ve had a good relationship. It isn’t man and ‘other woman’, because his wife knows all about it. It isn’t man and girlfriend. It doesn’t feel like master and slave, because he asks. Actually, I ask him more often than he asks me. In a way, it’s like those old novels about a man and his secretary, where bed is one of the unstated requirements and perks of the job. If I were you, I’d accept the offer, and tell him that you explicitly agree to sex. If you’re horny, and he says that he wants you, it’s a good match.”

“You won’t mind sharing him?”

“Sharing isn’t the right term. We have no claim on him. I know I’ll get less sex if you get some, but I can live with it. You asked earlier if I liked girls. I do. I suggest that we learn how to please each other, because we’ll probably have to do that quite a bit.”

“When do you want to start?”

“No time like the present.” Julia stood, took Rebecca by the hand, and led her to the apartment and the bedroom.

Tags: enslavement