Dark Erotic Fiction

Shadow luxuriated in the hot shower. As he stood motionless under the streams of water, he allowed the hot water to cascade off his back, letting its heat to soak into him. He remained unmoving for several minutes, letting his mind wander in uncontrolled thought. Finally rousing himself back into the present, he looked to the side to watch KD as she knelt on the floor on the other side of the glass shower wall. She had her eyes lowered, so she remained unaware of his scrutiny of her. She”s damn good looking for an older woman. That and she”s quite talented, she will be quite useful to me. Plus, she seems to be very concerned that I accept her as a slave, because she”s trying hard to become a good one. She does more than just trying to avoid punishment, too. She sees punishments for what they are - corrections for improper behavior, then it seems like she tries to learn from them. She has good possibilities, far more than just fact that she”s trying to carve herself a niche in the household.

After staring at her for a minute, he tapped his knuckle on the glass, causing her to look up. When she looked at him, he motioned for her to enter the shower. This shower wasn”t as large as the shower in the apartment had been, this being a normal sized bathtub. Still, she edged past him as she entered, then immediately turned to face him and dropped to her knees. She looked up at him instead of lowering her eyes, thinking that since she had been summoned, she was expected to pay attention. She hoped she would get to blow him, but she wasn”t ready to assume that and to begin doing so before he ordered her to.

His first comments were totally unexpected. “You are a very attractive woman, KD, I think you realize that.”

“Other men have told me that, master, but thank you for saying so. I am glad you find me appealing.”

“Have you fought with your weight all your life?”

That unexpected observation hit close to home in her mind. She answered with a note of resignation in her voice. “Yes, pretty much, master. It is more a problem lately because slaves don”t have the freedom to establish and maintain any kind of regular exercise program or control their diet.”

“You have that latitude now, KD, use it. You need to lose a few pounds.”

“I know master, I have worried about that. I will begin working on it.”

He watched her, looking for any sign that she wasn”t sincere about the promise she had just given. He saw none. Then he thought about the project he had given her to work on previously. Using a drafting program on her Apple computer, she had drawn floor plans for the interior of the main house. He had given her no guidance for the first go-around, instead telling her to create whatever she thought would be appropriate. She had architectural training and skills. He had none. If nothing else, it would give them a starting point to begin refining ideas. Her first plans incorporated a few ideas that had never occurred to him that he really liked. Other aspects were less successful, but that was the idea; get a starting point, then work from there. After three additional iterations, he had a basic floor plan that he was quite pleased with. Some aspects still troubled him, but rather than spend time trying to figure them out, he had dumped the problem on KD with instructions for her to come up with three of four alternatives for him to review. He gave her a deadline of today, which she indicated she would be able to meet. He looked down at her and could see the slight nervousness she still evidenced in his presence.

“Are you going to be spending more time in the dog cage, KD?” She knew immediately what he was getting at. She had committed to having work done, then failed to complete it, having allowed herself to become sidetracked by other things. She had spent the night in a dog cage as punishment.

“If you order me into it, then yes master, I will. But I will not give you cause to punish me that way again.”

“I assume, then, that the plans are ready for my review?”

“Yes master, they are.”

“Good. Now, I”m in the mood for a blowjob, then I will review the plans over coffee this morning.”

KD rose up on her knees and moved into position. Her lips began their magic. As far as she was concerned, her day was beginning on a high note.

When he began his second cup he called KD and Rita to the table. He ordered KD to bring the printouts of the plans she had drawn. He studied them carefully, then began to ask questions of his two slaves. When it was done, he selected one plan, pushed it toward the two women saying, “Take this one to the architects. Have them begin to do their thing using this as their starting point. If they want to suggest alterations, discuss them, keeping in mind the variations we have gone through. If they come up with anything I should see, bring it to me, otherwise have them move the process forward toward getting the actual construction going. Have enough copies made that we can hand them out to a number of contractors for bidding the job.” He looked at KD. “Good job. You will sleep in my bed tonight. Plan on cumming a few times.” (To see the set of plans chosen by Shadow, click here.)

For the final meeting, Carmella had decided that only three people needed to attend. One was Sidney of course, as the main participant. He was to give his final analysis, which would serve as the rationale for the psychological aspects of the attack on Shadow. Also included was the cameraman, who had flown back to Chicago with Shannon. The cameraman was there to amplify on aspects of the footage he took and to clarify anything that Sidney might not be able to see clearly on the videotape. At least that was the stated reason. He was really there more as a justification to have Shannon attend. Carmella had decided she wanted the little beauty to be Tweedle Dum”s replacement, and this would be a good opportunity to enslave the woman. Carmella knew that Shannon would feel more relaxed with a familiar face beside her, and together with her cameraman, the two of them presumably had a legitimate business reason for attending.

When they were all settled, Carmella turned the meeting over to Sidney. “Doctor Mostmer - .Sidney,” she grinned shyly at him, playing up to his obvious physical attraction to her, “You have had time to review all the interviews, and to study the inside of Shadow”s apartment. Please give us your thinking about the man, and particularly his weaknesses. As you know, Shannon went above and beyond the call of duty for us by spending a considerable amount of time keeping him occupied. On a very personal level, and at not an insignificant cost to herself, I must add.. She might well be able to add additional information unobtainable any other way.” She turned her attention to focus directly on Shannon. “I want you to know how deeply grateful I am that you were able to give so much toward helping this project succeed. I doubled your bonus in gratitude, and I have planned a small celebratory dinner. I hope you don”t have plans for this evening, I will be devastated if you can”t stay and receive this reward at the dinner held in your honor.”

Shannon blushed prettily, then accepted the invitation. Carmella turned back to Sidney, nodding for him to begin his analysis.

He cleared his throat, looked at each of the other participants, then began one of his favorite pastimes; pontificating. Looking at Shannon, he began. “We owe you a debt of gratitude. Gaining access to his apartment, then keeping him occupied for so long, allowing the cameraman to work unfettered was a stroke of genius.” He settled himself more deeply in his chair. “I”ve reviewed the footage of his apartment and find myself wondering why he has never had a sex-change operation. I don”t wish to bore you with details, but just to point out a few of the more obvious examples, let me draw your attention to the frame captures I made.” He proceeded to hand out copies of prints he had made of specific frames from the interior shots of Shadow”s apartment. He then proceeded to bore them with elaborate “analysis” of details and conclusions. Toward the end he began to summarize his thinking. “So, I think it should be obvious that when we consider the manner of how color was used, and how objects were placed, he has a decidedly feminine twist to his actual nature. Contrast that to his bedroom, where social pressure and convention dictate that he emphasize his masculine side, we see he has gone overboard in that direction. Clearly, he has trouble with his self-image. When challenged, he will tend to become defensive, but that defensiveness will most likely manifest itself in a false bravado. He will go to great lengths to sustain the image of his virility and even of being “right” all the time. Knowing this, Carmella, you should be able to goad him into making almost any move you wish. You need only to offer him a little bait and imply that for him to not rise to it, he lacks manhood. In vernacular, he would show that he has no balls.” Finished, Sidney placed both palms flat on the surface of the table, looked at each of the others, then again settled his attention on Carmella. “Questions?”

There were none.

I fairness, it must be said that despite all his bluster and posturing, Sidney provided a surprisingly detailed and accurate analysis of the character of the person responsible for decorating the apartment. Unfortunately for Carmella, that wasn”t Shadow.

Carmella took control of the meeting back into her hands. “Thank you Sidney, that is incredibly valuable information. Your insights are brilliant. I”ll have to spend some time thinking about how to best use this, but that will have to wait for a while. Right now, we have some celebrating to do, to acknowledge the very successful conclusion of this aspect of my project, and to appropriately reward Shannon for her extraordinary efforts. I appears we will be ending this meeting a tad earlier than I anticipated, but that doesn”t matter, we will just have to extend the cocktail hour a bit until dinner is ready.” She smiled conspiratorially, then sprang her surprise. “I have engaged the services of Francois LeMente to prepare tonight”s feast. In the event you are not familiar with that name, he is the three-time winner of France”s National Cordon Bleu culinary competition, and the head chef at that absolutely divine French restaurant La Cremmelaire that has recently opened to such rave reviews. I gave him total control over the menu. I told him to pick the wines, to choose the appetizers, to decide on the meal - everything.” She laughed, “I don”t even know what color napkins we will be using.” She subsided a bit, then confessed. “I don”t dare tell him to hurry. We will eat when he tells us he is ready and not one minute before. So we will have to make do with whatever wines and appetizers he has selected for us until then.” She looked at Shannon, then in a stage whisper, she said, “My dear, we are each going to put a pound or two on tonight, but I wouldn”t skimp on this meal if my life depended on it.” She eyed Shannon, thinking, Your freedom hinges on what happens tonight, but I”m very confident you will end the night in my bed as my slave. As everyone began to rise from the conference table, Carmella spoke up again. “Please, don”t anybody worry about drinking too much. This is a private party, I have limousines ready to conduct everybody safely back to their hotel, and best of all, I have an infallible hangover prevention. The only bad part about is that it sobers one quickly, so the pleasant feeling bestowed by the wine will almost immediately be gone after it is taken. So drink up and enjoy the buzz while it lasts.”

Carmella”s slaves were nowhere in sight. They were uncomfortably bound and tightly gagged, secluded in the back of her apartment, stored away for the evening. Out of concern that it might make Shannon more cautious, Carmella didn”t want to draw attention to the fact that she owned slaves, so she had hers hidden out of sight. She had hired two waiters and a waitress to serve hors d’ouvres and the wine before dinner, as well as the dinner itself. She had no idea how many people were in the kitchen, and she didn”t care. That was the chef”s concern.

By prearrangement, Carmella drank each of the wines unadulterated until she gave a discrete signal. From that point on, until a new wine was being served, her glasses were heavily watered down. In total, there were eight different wines served over the course of the evening. There was one served with the hors d’ouvres, then a different one for each of the six courses, and finally a very rare, very expensive, but deliciously exquisite port for dessert. It was an extravagance, but it was a perfect excuse to keep Shannon”s glass filled. Shannon took careful note of the fact that her hostess imbibed of every new wine, and usually for more than one glass. That emboldened her. After all, if her hostess wasn”t worried about her blood-alcohol content, there was no reason that she should be. Shannon never caught on to the fact that after two or three sips of each glass, Carmella”s glass disappeared, to reappear again filled. The refills were mostly water. Carmella regretted despoiling the wine that way, but she wanted to be very sure she remained below the legal blood alcohol limit for women. That this was a private party was not material to her. She was a very cautious woman when it came to her freedom. Her own enslavement was not in her plans, and she was very careful to keep it that way. She had the upcoming events very carefully scripted, but being a cautious woman, she was not about to risk her own enslavement resulting from a minor error on her part. Shannon was not quite so fortunate as Carmella, to know what the future held.

The dinner progressed very companionably with everyone chatting freely. The meal was beyond description and the diners oooed and aaahed as each course was placed before them. After the main course dishes had been cleared and they were waiting for the dessert, Carmella caught Shannon”s attention, then ingeniously confided in her. “I”ve always been somewhat awed by Hollywood stars and I”ve never had the opportunity to talk with one. Now that I have you here, I can”t resist the chance to learn a little about you and your private life. Tell me a little about yourself. Like, what do you enjoy doing? What”s your home like? What do you do for amusement?” Now tell me some good personal things, sweetie. Things that I can use to torture and torment you once you”re my slave. Its always so much more fun torturing a slave with something when I know it”s something that they really care about.

Shannon smiled somewhat knowingly; well aware of the effect that being a star had on most people who weren”t stars themselves. “Thank you for the compliment, but I”m far from being a Hollywood star. I”ve gotten a few good parts, but I can assure you, Brad Pritte doesn”t even know I exist.”

“Tell me anyway”, Carmella encouraged, “I would really like to know.”

Shannon sat back. “I hardly know where to begin. I”m no different than anybody else. I come from a middle class family. We lived on a small farm and my parents indulged my love of animals, allowing me to have quite a menagerie, including a llama. We had the normal array of dog, cats, chickens, a few ducks, a rabbit, and of course cows and horses. I loved the farm and everything about it, but now I have to admit I”m a big city girl. Having lived in both, I find I adore big city living. As much as I loved the farm, Fifth Avenue wins. Some day I hope to have a place in the mountains, and if I do, I”ll want to have all my animals back again, but that might be rather impractical in mountains.”

She paused for a sip of wine, then continued. “I don”t have much of it, so that”s probably why I hate spending money, but I have to confess, I love getting dressed up. I have a good body, and I know it. I work my tail off keeping it that way. But I love wearing sexy clothing and even simply well fitting, attractive clothes.” She smiled conspiratorially, patted her stomach, then added, “Tonight is going to cost me a week in the gym, but it was worth it.”

Carmella interjected. “What are you going to do with your bonus? Pay bills? Invest it? Splurge? What would you splurge on?”

Shannon answered without having to think. I have a few bills that will get paid off, but nothing major. I”ll invest most of it, it would be foolish not to. This is a golden opportunity that will likely never happen again, I can”t afford to blow it. But I may splurge on one thing.”

“What? Ooooh, I hope its juicy, I”m dying to know. Tell me please.” Carmella acted like a little girl, beseeching a friend to reveal a deep dark secret.

Shannon laughed. “Nothing that good, I”m afraid. I think I”ll have a pair of contacts made for my eyes.”

“Contacts?” Carmella”s disappointment was evident in the tone of her voice. “You consider that a splurge?”

“These would be. Purely cosmetic. I want contacts to color my eyes, nothing more. Violet. With my blonde hair, I think having violet eyes will be absolutely stunning. Also, maybe a better computer. I have an old laptop right now, but I would love to have a better, newer system.”

Carmella sat back, somewhat surprised. She appraised the other woman carefully, then concurred. “I agree. You”re more than pretty to begin with, but having violet eyes will make you irresistible to anyone who sees you.” And I might even see that you get them. Having a slave with eyes that color will be amusing. I wonder if the contacts can be made permanent? I”ll have to look into that.

When the dessert dishes had been cleared, Carmella called for the bottle of port and for coffee”s to be refilled. Shannon was more than pleasantly high, and she knew it, so when the waiter approached her with a glass of port, she waved him off. Under prior orders from Carmella, he nonetheless set the glass down in front of her. When the port had been brought, an envelope had also been discretely placed on the table next to Carmella. She picked the envelope up and made an exaggerated show of doing so, drawing everyone”s attention to the act. She placed it back on the table, midway between herself and Shannon. Placing an elegantly manicured finger on it, she slid it closer to Shannon.

” I promised you a bonus, and here it is. Again, I cannot thank you enough for your efforts on my behalf, and I hope this token of my appreciation will help you understand the depth of my gratitude. Now I wish to propose a toast to the heroine of this project.” Before Shannon could mount an objection to drinking any more alcohol, Carmella sought to brush the objection aside. “Before you say anything Shannon, may I request you open the envelope, then decide to join us in a drink to you?”

She watched with coolly calculating eyes as the young actress delicately slit the envelope open. She casually began to remove the check, then when it was halfway exposed her hands froze. She turned with a look of shock on her face to see Carmella smiling like the cat that had swallowed a canary. Carmella wordlessly raised her wine glass in salute toward Shannon, then said, “To you, my dear. May it be only the beginning.” But it isn”t a beginning. You won”t even get to cash it, let alone spend it. That”s a good girl, have another sip of wine.

Shannon moved her trembling hand to her own wine glass, then raised it to her lips and took a sip. I can”t believe this! Five hundred thousand dollars!! This is incredible. Unbelievable.

The port was also unbelievable. Shannon had never tasted anything so good, and she didn”t realize that she was sipping more and more of it. By now she was well beyond the legal limit, but she no longer gave that any thought. The party grew more boisterous, and more alcohol was consumed. While the revelry increased, both of the men present did their best to see that Shannon was well supplied with alcohol. Both were hopeful that she would become drunk enough to begin thinking about sex. Or more correctly, so drunk that she didn”t care, and they would be able to fuck her. Sidney still had the hots for Carmella, but he was aware that she seemed surprisingly sober. He accepted the fact that as long as she was sober, there was little likelihood that he would get her between the sheets. He made a few furtive advances during the course of the night, but they were delicately, yet firmly, rebuffed.

When the party began to wear down, Sidney asked about the miraculous hangover prevention Carmella had mentioned. Pretending that she had forgotten about it, she excused herself from her guests and went into her bedroom to retrieve it. She placed a phone call while she was alone, then returned to the party, device in hand. It was a modification of an AWOL machine.

Some six or eight years earlier, a newly invented fad swept through Europe and into Japan. It was a process of inhaling alcohol, rather than drinking it. It produced a very intense, very fast buzz. Reputedly, it also produced no hangover. It was known as Alcohol With Out Liquid - hence AWOL. Carmella”s device was patterned to look like an oxygen bottle, with a smaller cylinder attached. Air Force pilots have long known about the restorative properties of pure oxygen, breathing it for a few minutes in the morning after a night of heavy drinking. Carmella explained the basis of her machine was the oxygen, paired with a secret ingredient in the smaller tank, that between the two, prevented hangovers. She was very convincing.

The truth of the matter was that this was an AWOL device, and the small tank contained more alcohol. She did not tell her guests that if a well-hidden button was depressed while one breathed, the alcohol was cut off, and it didn”t enter the user”s lungs. Not pressing the button provided the user with a massive dose. The device was designed to push unsuspecting females well over the legal blood-alcohol limit very rapidly. It was nothing more than an enslavement trap.

When she had planned the dinner, Carmella had no way of knowing how much Shannon would drink. Had Shannon shown restraint and remained below the legal limit, this device would have ensured that she went over it. As it happened, it turned out that the device was totally unnecessary.

Carmella demonstrated its use, keeping the critical button depressed while she took a few hits from it, then passed it along for the others to use. Shannon was already over the limit when she reached for the bottle, and when she finished using it, she was well beyond any hope of recovery before the night was over. Carmella urged the two men to use it again, breathing from it for a longer period to ensure that they would be fully cured. Within minutes they both fell asleep, completely inebriated.

Carmella managed to get Shannon on her feet, telling her that she was going to escort her to the waiting limousine, thereby ensuring that the younger woman made it safely there.

The limousine was parked down the block, away from the entrance to Carmella”s apartment building, so the two women began walking toward it. Shannon”s walk was noticeably unsteady, and at three thirty in the morning, that would not usually have been a problem. But Carmella”s phone call of a few minutes earlier had summoned a well-paid police officer. The officer “just happened” to be carrying a breathalyzer as he “just happened” to be on the sidewalk at that hour of the morning as the two women passed by. According to his official report, he observed the perpetrators, one showing obvious signs of inebriation, so he administered the test to both. The results were that one Carmella Cabot had imbibed, but retained her faculties (and her freedom) by holding her alcohol intake within the limits of the law. The second perpetrator, one Shannon Donahue, was in violation of the law and was summarily enslaved.

Being the kind and considerate person that she is, Carmella offered to accompany Shannon to the stationhouse to help in any way she could. Shannon was inconsolable, which Carmella really didn”t give a shit about. Carmella”s sole motivation in accompanying Shannon was to ensure that the little beauty didn”t wind up as the station fuck toy for a few hours, and that nobody else happened to buy her. Carmella was well known (and slightly feared) in the precinct, both in her own right, and as having a connection to the kind of people that even cops didn”t want to piss off. Her presence prevented any mishaps from occurring. In a well-orchestrated ballet, Shannon was booked, tried, convicted, enslaved, sold and delivered to her owner in record time.

Rapidly sobered by the proceedings, Shannon could not believe what had happened to her. In the space of what seemed to be only a few minutes, she went from being an almost wealthy actress with a bright future to a lowly, sobbing slave with no future at all. She was gagged and naked, although at Carmella”s request, she retained her heels, wearing a belly chain with her wrists cuffed closely to her waist and her elbows pulled together behind her back by a plastic cuff, being led into the street by a leash attached to her collar.

The enormity of the event had stunned her into a mild state of shock, to the point that the only thing that kept running through her mind was now she would never have the chance to finish up with getting her degree. When they got to Carmella”s limo, Carmella ordered Bubbles to open the trunk, then ordered Shannon to climb into it. Thankfully, the ride back was very short.

Back in her apartment, Carmella found no reason to unlock Shannon”s wrists. She took her newest toy into the bedroom where she buried Shannon”s nose in her pussy. She finally fell asleep after her fifth orgasm. She slept late the next morning, and immediately upon waking, ordered Shannon to lick her into cumming twice more before she got up for the day.

After a leisurely breakfast Carmella went into her office for a while before summoning her new slave back into her presence. Shannon knelt on the carpet in front of her owner”s desk listening to the rules of her new life being explained to her. Carmella concluded the instructions by saying, ” - and as long as you are not in disfavor, you will be allowed to leave on your feet unless I command otherwise. Now, as to your name, I have given this much thought. As of this moment, you are Tweedle Duh. You will respond to that name and none other. Now get out of my sight.”

Tweedle Duh got to her feet and silently began to leave the office. When she was almost to the door, Carmella called abruptly, “Oh Shannon, I almost forgot - ..” Shannon”s reflexes took over before her brain could countermand the instructions to her muscles. She turned back toward Carmella. The instant she saw the cruel smirk on Carmella”s face she knew she was in trouble. She dropped to her knees and fervently pleaded, in a voice barely above a whisper. “Mistress, please. Please forgive me, I didn”t think, I was only anxious to please you promptly. I know my name is Tweedle Duh mistress, I swear I will behave for you.”

Carmella heaved a theatrical sigh, drummed her fingers on her desk, then pretended to reach the conclusion she had actually decided on before she had called Shannon”s name. “If I overlook this gross transgression and forgive you, it will only serve to encourage you to think that a wimpy apology will suffice to excuse sloppy performance. Well it won”t. A prompt punishment is much more efficacious in obtaining adequate performance from stupid slaves. I showed you where I keep them, so now go get a crop and bring it to me.”

“Yes, mistress. May I beg to ask for a clarification?”

Sounding very bored and put upon, Carmella sighed, “What is it?”

“I expect I am now in disfavor. If so, should I now return to my place on the floor in front of your desk and lick my way out, rather than walking from here to do as you have ordered?”

Carmella”s eyes widened slightly. “I”m pleased. You actually have at least one functioning brain cell in that pretty head. A talented tongue and a functioning brain cell, all in one, who would have guessed?” Then she snapped angrily, “Yes, you stupid slut, that”s exactly what it means. I should whip you further for asking such a stupid question, but this time I won”t.”

Hoping to curry some degree of favor by groveling as much as she could, Tweedle Duh replied, “Thank you for being so kind to me, mistress. I will do my best to please you in every way I can.” With that, she reluctantly walked back to the front of her owner”s desk, positioned herself, placed her tongue on the carpet and crawled to the doorway. She returned quickly with the requested riding crop, went to her knees, then offered the crop to her mistress with it cradled across both upturned palms, as she had seen many other slaves do. Carmella accepted the crop without comment. She hesitated for a minute while she debated with herself about how to administer the punishment, because she didn”t want to spend more time than was necessary. Carmella finally decided on the quickest way. She issued her instructions in a harsh, staccato manner. “Spread your feet apart. Bend over. Keep your legs stiff and straight. Grab your ankles and pull your tits against your legs. Stay that way. If you move, I will triple this punishment later.”

Tweedle Duh did as she was instructed and when Carmella was satisfied with her slave”s posture, she got up from her desk, crop in hand. As much as she wanted to, the resisted the temptation to play, but instead administered the punishment in a cold, mechanical fashion. Despite the impersonal manner of its delivery, Tweedle Duh wailed and shuddered with each blow to her ass. She squeezed her eyes closed as tightly as she could make them, hugged her legs and endured.

The whipping she had received from Shadow had hurt, there was no disputing that. But that whipping had a playful purpose to it. She had known she was going to get laid when it was finished. That whipping served to enflame his sexual ardor, which made the pain almost pleasant. But knowing that this whipping served no purpose other than to give her pain made it all the more difficult to bear. Despite that, she was quickly learning that this was now her lot in life. Endure the pain and humiliation, then thank her torturer for being so kind. If the wails of pain from her throat, and the torrent of tears from her eyes had any effect at all, it was to make Carmella hit just a little bit harder. Carmella laid into each stroke with no thought but to hit with her full strength. The sound of Tweedle Dum”s anguish inspired Carmella and made her want to hit harder. She probably did.