Date: Mon, 3 Oct 2005 23:14:08 +0200
From: Anna Holm
Subject: A Darkened Room

A Darkened Room
-an erotic short story of dominance by
Anna Holm

A darkened room; in corners red candles are slowly dripping down from their
gothic chandeliers. Two shivering shadows in each corner make the naked
room tremble with fright. As the girl in the right corner looks over at the
boy in the left corner she realizes that the walls are covered with chains
and all kinds of other brutal toys that her innocence has not let her ever
see before. A heavy key turns a thick door adorned with hooks and spikes
and the mistress enters dressed in a long gown and as she moves, the rubber
material in the dress slicks tight against her voluptuous body.

In her right hand she is gripping a black roman whip and her other hand are
adorned with long, red, sharp nails that one can tell from one look is also
used for the upcoming torture that will lead the frightened couple to
heights never imagined. She walks over to the boy, stares down at him with
electricity in her eyes. Gleaming in the shattered candle light her
diamond-ring clad right hand grips the whip and she teases him by running
it against his face while gripping the only adornment on his body, a
dog-collar, to make him get on all fours in front of her so that she can
whip him for him being afraid. He should know that she would not cause him
more harm than he truly wants.

Like a good dog for her, he gets on all fours and with anticipation he
waits for the leather to hit him, naked from behind, but it is with great
surprise that she shoves a giant dildo up his virgin ass. The pain is
indescribable. Why would his mistress do this to him? Has he not always
done to her what she wished for? He quivers, and lets out a muffled cry,
but as she moves the toy in deep and slow motions he realizes that his
mistress always is right as he gives in to the pain and surrenders to the
pleasure that he is dealed. And just as he reaches the cliff to forget
himself, the movement stops. With some surprise and a lot of disappointment
he looks up at his mistress, who as a reply stares down with eyes that show
that she can read every thought of his, and she laughs, and turns on her
stiletto heels and walks to the girl who barely has been able to keep her
eyes open. But she knows that closing her eyes means making her mistress
unhappy. So she looks up at the beauty that towers over her and longs to be
able to pleasure her and make her soar. There is only one pleasure of a
true slave, to pleasure the mistress with no wish in return.

But the mistress leans over her bitch (for to her, she is a dog) and
scratches her under her chin with her razor-sharp nails, but not hard
enough to cut the skin. She motions to the girl to rise to standing. She
puts a leash on the girl's collar, which is also her only piece of
clothing. With her left hand she pushes the girl to walk toward the boy,
still shivering form his bounds of pleasure, but happily waiting for more,
like the dog he is.  As the girl approaches him, he gets up onto his knees
and wraps his arms around her lower body and breathes in the moisture of
her. The mistress, losing patience pulls on the girl's leash and tells her
to lie down on her back while all the time tugging at the leather
leash. The girl follows her mistress orders and lies down waiting for what
prospects are to come. The boy, on his knees and hands again, is growing
more and more impatient, wanting what is lying before him, open bodied,
like an embraceable black rose, but the mistress cannot decide what to let
them do until she glances at the heavy door. She has the best game.

She takes the boy by his hand and takes him to the door where from the
hooks hang chains and cuffs. She chains him to the door and he realizes
that right in his back are three sharp spikes that force him to stand
leaning his body forward so that, quite shamelessly, his lower abdomen
shoots out toward the girl lying flat on the wooden floor. The mistress
pulls on the girl's leash and motions her to lay so that her straight ahead
view is the throbbing shaft of the boy standing chained to the gothic
door. She collects a hoop of rough rope and proceeds to tie the girl
up. Her arms are tied over her head to the boys ankles and with her latex
stiletto the mistress spreads the girl's legs in spread eagle and ties each
ankle to hoops in the floor that are evenly distributed in the chamber of
sinful pleasures. She proceeds to place a mirror in front of the frothing
lower mouth of the girl who shakes for the least touch her mistress gives
her. The mirror allows the boy to see every movement of pleasure that the
girl makes as their mistress takes a riding crop and proceeds to slap her
feet with it.

It seems that with every hit a sharp current rises through the leg right to
the heart of the pleasure and the girl's vagina and clitoris throbs and
fills with blood and becomes more sensitive then ever and all the time the
boy tries to contain his indescribable pleasure. He cannot allow himself to
arrive, because the jerk of pleasure may cause the spikes in his back to
dig into his pale flesh. He lets out a yelp, because he no longer can stand
the anticipation and the mistress smiles a gleeful smile with her crimson
lips and walks up to the boy slowly and playfully teases the throbbing,
painfully swelling cock with a feather she retrieves from within her
overflowing cleavage. The boy cannot take it anymore, he cries out in pain
and pleasure as his life liquid shoots out on top of the unsuspecting girl
and the spikes dig in a centimeter into his flesh. Blood trickles out and
the mistress strokes his face with her fingers as she unfastens his
handcuffs, but she leaves the foot cuffs on.

She tells him to get on all fours over the girl so that she can give him
oral pleasure while he services her throbbing clit. The mistress proceeds
to lick the blood off the boy's back until it stops bleeding and all the
while the two slaves shiver in pleasure as the 69 takes them both to new
heights.

When the girl can barely take it anymore and her moans are almost
desperate, pleasure shooting out into her limbs like a thousand needles,
the mistress motions to the boy to stop and shows him that she has freed
his ankles from the cuffs. The girl's hands are still tied to the ground,
but the boy is no longer fettered to anything. The wildness of the boy has
made the mistress jealous. She seats herself between the legs of the girl
and spreads her own legs and motions with a long index finger for the boy
to come to her.

First, she takes the log in her mouth, but when she realizes it gives the
boy more pleasure then her, she grabs him by the balls and pulls the cock
out of her mouth almost in disgust and almost throws him down on the
floor. She pulls him closer to her until he is connected to the girl by
their genitals. His cock stands erect waiting for the mistress's pussy and
she lowers herself on top of him her tight vagina swallowing his thick
shaft. The warmth is sweet for the boy and he buckles with his hips as she
goes up and down, first slowly, then faster and faster, until the boy has
to jerk his head back in intense pleasure and the burning gaze of the
mistress eats his flesh. The girl underneath them also taking part in the
pleasure in the shape of moans and soft movements that help the manic
sexual actions of the boy and his mistress.

When the peak is near the mistress leans backwards and somehow unties the
girl's hands and motions for the girl to unzip the front of the dress. The
girl obeys and takes the naked breasts in her hands and goes on the
massage, squeeze and pleasure the mistress's nipples that already are hard
and erect.

The peak makes the boy's body shake with insane pleasure and his eyes roll
back into his head. The mistress screams out and deep moan-like cry of
utter pleasure. The boy may be exhausted, but it takes more for the
mistress to tire. She takes her latex dress off and all she is wearing are
silk stockings with a black guarder-belt and her latex stilettos. She turns
over to the girl and crawls over her, just letting her moist clean-shaven
pussy touch the stomach of her. She parks herself over the face of the girl
who with florid passion proceeds to pleasure the clit with her eager
tongue. She sucks it, nibbles at it, and flicks it with her tongue. All the
while the mistress holds the girl's arms down with her legs. When she cums,
she relaxes her legs and practically sits on the girl's face. As the air
supply is cut out for the girl she starts to wriggle under the mistress's
grip. This is pleasure to the girl and while sitting over her mouth the
mistress takes out two little instruments from the lining of her
stockings. They are nipple clamps. She places them on the girl's erect
nipples and tightens them until the girl screams in painful pleasure. The
scream prompts the mistress to saddle off. The girl, in shock, reaches for
her nipples with her now free hands in attempt to loosen the grip of the
metal clamps but the mistress is faster than the girl. With the riding crop
she gives her a rap on her fingers that makes hte girl draw her fingers
back in agonizing pain and she licks her reddened hands like a hurt
animal. She creeps backwards into her corner where she sits cooped up
watching the mistress who is now proceeding toward the boy who has just had
enough time to regain his power and will to be pleasured.

The mistress motions to the boy who had been sitting watching his mistress
give into immeasurable pleasure. He had in awe watched the girl be choked
by the moist sexual heart of the mistress, and he had longed to pleasure
his mistress like that and to be so brutally bound down like the girl had
and as if his dreams were answered the mistress grabs the rope that
previously had been used and binds his hands and feet to the floor and
while he is laying there, she gets two other toys from the corner of the
room. One of them is a blindfold made out of rubber, the other is a long,
black satinribbon, but since his eyes are covered he can only feel the
mistress softly tying the ribbon around his scrotum. The mere touch of her
makes him shiver with delight and the soft half-bone turns into the
full-grown, throbbing log that his mistress so adores. She licks the head
of it, lightly and then suddenly stops and for a while, there is only
silence, and the boy starts to get scared and worried that he has been left
alone with his throbbing cock. Then he feels a slight tug at the satin
ribbon, but it is gentle and not firm like the grip of a mistress. He
wonders at the softness of the touch, but when the moisture takes him in
whole and squeezes his vast log to the top of pleasure he forgets about
everything and the satin ribbon is softly used like a rodeo leash. When
both the beings are moaning in pleasure the blind fold is taken off the
boys face and what is sees is the girls fragile body. The exctacy of being
takin in by something so fresh and beautiful throws him over the edge and
they both scream in pleasure. His scream is deep and heavy and her scream,
almost like a pant, as if her voice is to faint to carry her immense
pleasure.

As they come down together their musks mix and in their eyes are tears and
as they surrender to lie close to eachother. They grasp eachothers hands
and hear the heavy door open, close and lock as the mistress once again
disappears like she always does.