Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:10:47 -0700 (PDT) From: anne gentry Subject: Dark Eden http://www.eroticexcursions.net/ Presents Dark Eden Copyright 2005 by Rene. All rights reserved. No part of this publication can be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise, without the prior permission of the author. This material is presented as adult entertainment and is not intended for any person under the age of eighteen years. While every precaution has been taken in the preparation of this book, the author assumes no responsibilities for errors or omissions, or for damages resulting from the use of information contained herein. All characters and descriptions are purely fictitious. NEW MEAT Nothing like being assessed for erotic potential by someone you haven't even been introduced too, to set your nerves on edge. That was just how the kid behind the counter was looking at me too. New meat. He knew Adam and had every part that could be pierced, pierced. Lip, Tongue, Eyebrow, Nose, ears. Interesting look but what would my secretary say? "Hey, Tim." "Hey, Adam." He looked up from his books at him. "New friend of yours?" "Jon's." "Hot-looking." That was enough for me. I was a patron, not a sex toy for sale. "She is not deaf, nor mute. She is more than Hot- looking. She is an inferno." My face was set like stone. The kid grinned as though he had gotten just the response that he wanted. Adam spoke. "She is Anne. Friend of Jon and Traci's, in training." The kid inclined his head at me. I saw his tongue peek out from the corner of his lip as though tasting me. "Sorry, babe. I'm Tim, owner of the fine establishment that you find yourself in." He reached under the counter and took out a box. "Jon's order is ready." "We have some shopping to do." The clerk leered at me and grinned at Adam. "Have fun, bud." He reached below the counter for the phone. He turned away as he dialed. "That was a mistake." Adam smiled as he shook his head at me. "Why? He's a kid." Adam almost lost it at that, he laughed so hard. "That kid opened this store to feed his own fantasies. He will have you bitted and fitted. Running games for him in the dungeon on Saturday. Mark my words. He's one of the best tops in the business." I looked back at the clerk and heard him say. "Thanks, Jon. My pleasure. I know how important etiquette is to you. I'll be there on Saturday." I groaned, swearing under my breath. Adam shook his head like `I told you so.' I smiled, no use thinking about it now. Repent at leisure, I always say. I let Adam outfit me the way he wanted too. Enjoying him picking out leather corsets, gadgetry and underwear. A belt with wrist restraints built into it. What looked like a leather chastity belt. Clamps, clips, and bits for gagging me. I wanted to leave because I was getting so turned on by the stuff around me. I was getting so hot in this place where every device looked scary to me. Good scary, like a big roller-coaster ride. Tim was throwing other things into the box that had the solid sound of metal. Writing happily in his book whenever he added something else. I met Adam's eyes. "The first gerbil that hits that box. I'm leaving." Adam laughed so hard his eyes watered. Like he couldn't believe that I had said that in this place, now of all times. I laughed too; it felt good for a change. We had a good time, spending Jon's money. Better than I had expected or was good for me. I'm sure. I was kind of surprised that I had as good at the time as I did. Doing something as vanilla as shopping with a man. How's that for normal pleasures? God help me. I was so far around the bend I couldn't even see it anymore, but why was I having so much fun? THURSDAY NIGHT DOCTOR'S APPOINMENT I got home at my regular time, pleading ill health to keep me away from the girls and was surprised to find myself thinking about Adam. What an enigma he was. How did someone as obviously intelligent as he was, end up where he was at? Ask yourself. I have been... little bitch voice. It was merely something that I was contemplating. Using my time to good advantage. I wanted to know more about him. He fascinated me in a way that was probably not healthy for either one of us. Mostly me. I reread my journal. It was mostly the everyday bullshit that drove me up a wall. I thought that it was odd the mundane regularity of it. It had very little to do with sex. It was very ordinary. Not much in it to dazzle Jon. Just some rumination about my life. I felt lost again. Like the glow from the weekend had faded and left me. I wanted tomorrow to come quickly. Very impatient for it to start. I felt like I wanted to burn out on sex. Get so overloaded on it that I stopped thinking about it. It wasn't even that I had a hard time putting it out of my mind. It was that the intricacy of my thoughts would catch me at the most inopportune times. Making me wet, driving me crazy. Forcing a gasp from my lips. It was like that now. Perusing the paper and finding an ad for the bondage show at a local nightclub on Saturday. It was an inspiring little tidbit, so I put it in my journal. Something to dazzle Jon with for the weekend. Ignoring the phone when it rang, putting all thought out of my head but for this one thought. I wanted to do the show. Not just watch, but my master was not Jon. He was more like a ruler of my body. He doesn't terrify me. Not the way that Adam does. That one thought made me shiver with fear. When I thought of Jon, I thought of Traci. When I thought of Adam. I thought of rough sex and heart-pounding fear of his beauty and his cruelty. His body under the whip and inside mine. Gratifying brutality. It meant big trouble and I was in it. Lost in it.