A New Year is approaching and in a departure from my 'normal' posts, I wanted to reflect a bit about the past couple years and give you the reasons why there is gaps in my writing. When a loved one dies, there is a lot more issues to contend with than just grief. It also brings out the worst and best of those survivors. Without going into details, I had to contend with the former and the spark that was my creativity withered to mere nothingness. This year, I have found my 'voice' again and with help of a few in the industry, I have finally started to piece together my artistic life back together again.
I hope the coming year I will be able to bring to you more tales and perhaps fictionalize some of the ideas some of you have sent. I will still have to deal with the home front as well as professional obligations so I have to indulge your sense of patience if stories and chapters don't pour forth as fast as I would like them to.
Please let me know what your fantasies and story ideas are. I can't promise that I will put into words all of your suggestions, but a few may pop up here and there. Also please click on Fesseln's Fiction: September 2008 to give your opinions on consensual versus non-consensual story lines.
Have a safe and happy New Year.
Saturday, December 27, 2008
Tuesday, December 23, 2008
Gift
I want to thank all of you that voted in the SAX contest. All of the stories were good this year and I am honored that I won. For those of you that haven't read the story, here it is. Enjoy it and have a Merry Christmas.
GIFT
T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Outside Holly’s apartment, the snow was drifting down in white, lacy curtains, filling the balconies and sidewalks with a foot thick frosting of white. She could barely see the red and green of the Christmas lights outside glowing beneath the snow. Christmas Eve was just a few days away and she didn’t see how she could make the drive home to Kansas City in this weather. Holly’s little Civic barely made it to the parking lot last night. She was going to spend the holiday by herself this year, it seemed.
Holly stepped away from the window and nestled on the couch with her bowl of hot oatmeal and orange juice. It was a few hours before she had to be at work and she needed to steel herself for the icy drive to the shipping store where she was a clerk. Her parents would be disappointed but understanding, being veterans of many mid-western winters. But work would be busy with people over-nighting presents to get them under the tree before Christmas Day. She wouldn’t have to think about not being home for awhile.
After finishing her bowl, Holly reluctantly got up and made her way into the shower, pulling her terry cloth robe closer around her.
In truth, it was probably better for her not to be going home. Her mother would ask her endless questions about her love-life and she would have to pretend and tell her everything was fine. But it wasn’t. Trying to find a guy that was into the same things that she was into was hopeless at best. Chatting and flirting online with a bunch of wanna-be Doms was one thing; finding a caring, dyed-in-the-wool Master was quite another. She had needs that neither one of her parents would understand and would probably be horrified at.
Holly let the water steam up the bathroom before stepping into the small shower. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t an attractive woman. Her five and a half foot frame was nicely curved with more-than-a-handful breasts and a nicely rounded ass. Being on her feet all day kept a lot of her Little Debbie extravagances in check but she also tried to jog when she could. Holly was a natural redhead and, being Irish of descent, had a tough time tanning her pale complexion. She kept her hair in loose curls and pulled it up in back in a pony tail most of the time. No, she had had offers but no man could give her what she really wanted: sexual servitude.
The hot water rushed over her and she tried to pry her mind off of more lascivious subjects. Focus on what she needed to get through another day in the wonderful world of a packaging store. After the shower she dried her hair then dressed warmly in a sweater and slacks. The coat, cap, boots and gloves came next with a scarf wrapped around her neck and face to finish the classic Eskimo look. Opening the door, she trudged into the great white north.
Fortunately, her complex had plowed most of the sidewalks and parking lot. A few minutes after brushing off her car, she carefully made her way to her job.
The shipping store was a small family operated franchise and her boss had gotten there early to shovel the walk and get things ready for the day ahead. He was standing outside with his shovel in hand and a pipe clamped tight in his mouth.
“Morning, Holly,” he said, smiling around his pipe, “Glad to see you could make it. It was going to be lonely around here without you.”
“Where’s Jeff?” Holly asked about her co-worker.
“Sick. Or that is what he says. But I don’t think that it’s going to be that busy. UPS and the Post Office already dropped off and said that they don’t know if they are going to pick up. Our FEDEX truck is stuck out there somewhere. They called. And, to top it off, this storm is supposed to last all day. Only the truly desperate are out today, or fools like you and me.”
‘Great’, Holly thought to herself.
“So here is the plan. I’ll help you sort and I need to get the deposit done. We’ll make it a half-day and close due to the weather. I head to the bank and home and you close when you want to.”
‘Great’, she thought again.
“Oh,” her boss said, “There is a damaged package the Post Office brought here. One of our box-holders. Tools or something. Make sure he fills out the paperwork for it if he comes in.”
Inside the store her boss, Marv, had the heat up on high and she could smell the fresh coffee brewing in back. Holly unbundled herself, donned her apron and poured herself a mug; settling in for the morning’s chores.
Between a few customers and sorting of mail for the boxes, the morning went by quickly. Next, she focused on the packages and putting the notifications in the boxes as well. Last was the damaged box her boss had told her about.
The Post Office had put it in a plastic bag with a pre-printed apology. It looked as if someone had thrown it off the truck and run over it. Holly could see a piece of chrome sticking out of the crack as she checked it over. It was from Australia, she noticed, from a store called S(A)X.
The name sounded familiar to her, but she could quite place it. She looked over the customs form and everything seemed to be in order. All she had to do is to break the bad news to the customer, Mr. Glenn Hansen, and go over the contents for any damage so he could file a claim. She decided to start to forms so at least that wouldn’t take so long.
“I’m headed to the bank. Close when you want. I don’t want you getting stuck here, okay,” Marv, her boss said.
“Okay. . .I just have to finish a few things then I’ll hang the sign up.”
As she was filling the places on the form she could, she realized where she had seen S(A)X. It was on Gromet’s website a few years ago. It was one of her favorite bondage fiction websites. It was a bondage gear manufacturer.
Holly could feel herself flush.
She went to the back and looked at the damaged package again. The polished steel piece sticking out had a ring at the end but no other clues to identify it with. Gently, she opened up the plastic bag enclosing the package and peeked further into the box, but she really couldn’t identify it.
Curious and frustrated, Holly sat down at the computer and found the S(A)X website easily enough. She knew she really shouldn’t be doing this at work, but she figured she could tell her boss that she needed to see what the damaged merchandise was. It took a little bit of detective work but she finally found it.
A Pussy Hook.
Holly felt a warm tingle spreading through her as she looked at the cold steel picture on the site. She could just imagine just how one would use it.
The chime at the front door brought Holly out of her erotic revelries and she quickly closed out the site. She stepped to the front counter to see if the customer needed any help. It was only someone checking their mailbox.
As Holly stood there, her mind kept going back to the image of the polished steel hook and what it would feel like inside of her. She also wondered who Mr. Glenn Hansen would be testing it on.
A few quick key strokes and Mr. Hansen’s box info came up. There was no one else allowed into the box and he only had had the box for a couple months. His billing address was in an older part of town not far from the store.
“You have a box for me?” a man’s voice asked.
Holly looked up to see a blonde bearded man with smiling blue eyes and a fedora with a sprig of holly stuck in the hat band.
“Your name sir,” Holly asked.
“Hansen, Glenn Hansen,” he smiled.
Glenn was a handsome man and Holly guessed he was in his mid thirties. Average in height and weight, but she really couldn’t tell with his coat on. His gloves were off and there wasn’t any ring.
“Yes, we have a package for you but I am afraid it didn’t survive the post office very well. It arrived here damaged.”
The man looked crest-fallen, “How bad?”
“The box is crushed on one side, but I can’t tell what damage there is inside,” Holly explained, “I started the paperwork for you but we need to check the contents.”
“Sure,” he said, “Let’s take a look.”
Holly went back and got the damaged package. A tingle still warmed her inside as she wondered what other treasures would be hidden within.
“Here it is,” she said, setting the package on the counter.
Glenn took one look at the label and blushed a bit, “Can I take this home and look at it?”
Holly smiled, “I am afraid not. You have to open it here for insurance purposes, sir. I’m sorry.”
The man looked flustered, “It doesn’t look that bad. . .”
“Actually, sir, I would love to see what is inside,” Holly interrupted.
There, she had done it.
Glenn looked puzzled as he stood there, “Pardon me?”
Holly smiled, “You can bring it around in back and check it privately. But I do need to see what is damaged and what isn’t.”
Glenn gathered the box up and took it back into the packing area. On the table he set the box down.
“Don’t worry,” Holly said, “I won’t tell a soul but we do need to do this.”
Slowly, Glenn opened up the box and began to set out its contents. The first thing out was the pussy hook. He looked it over and set it on the table.
“So who is the special lady?” Holly asked.
Glenn turned and looked at her, “Pardon?”
“You must really have a special lady for you to buy that for her.”
Glenn blushed again, “You know what this is?”
“Yes, I’ve visited the S(A)X website before but have never had a chance to purchase anything for myself,” Holly smiled, stepping closer to Glenn.
“Actually, this isn’t for anyone in particular,” Glenn said, looking into her green eyes, “Just a few more things for my playroom. Since moving out here, though, I haven’t found anyone to play with.”
“I think you have now,” Holly smiled, “my name is Holly.”
Holly had never been this forward with anyone before. She didn’t know a thing about him, yet she already felt comfortable with him; something about his eyes.
“Seriously?” Glenn asked.
“Very,” she said, “let’s see what other toys you have in there.”
Glenn reached into the box again and began to pull out the other items. One was a black leather collar, much wider than the one’s Holly had seen before, with rings on the front and sides. A pair of shiny clover style nipple clamps and some personal lubricant were the next things he pulled out of the box. The last thing he pulled out were several lengths of chain with clips on either end.
“I don’t see any damage,” Glenn said, carefully looking over the collar, ”they packed it very well.”
“Perhaps we should try them out, just to make sure,” Holly purred.
“Now?”
“No time like the present,” she said, “Let me close down the store and then we can see if we can make sure everything is in working order.”
“Okay,” Glenn replied meekly.
In all his years of being into bondage, not once had Glenn been approached like this. Most of the time, he had to talk girls into trying it and most thought he was nuts. Now here he was with a gorgeous redhead that he barely met doing things that he had only hoped to do someday.
It didn’t take long for Holly to close down the register and hang the sign up telling everyone that due to the weather, they closed early. With the cash safely in the safe and the drawer balanced, Holly made her way in back.
Glenn had cleared all the trash off of the packing table and had all of his purchases neatly arrayed. While Holly was closing, he also to the opportunity to see what was around the store and realized that there was a cornucopia of stuff he could use to render her helpless in absence of having any of his other bondage gear here.
“So are you going to take off your coat and stay awhile?” Holly smiled as she came over to the table.
“Oh, yes,” Glenn said and pulled off his long coat and hat, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Holly laughed, “I’m certainly not. So, how would you like me?”
Glenn once again looked over the redheaded clerk, stand with her hands clasped behind her. Holly was certainly attractive and her tight sweater and pants really didn’t leave much to his imagination.
“Whatever is the most comfortable to you,” Glenn replied.
“Okay then,” she said.
Slowly, Holly began to perform a striptease, first pulling her sweater off and then, almost gracefully, unhooking her bra.
As Holly slowly shimmied out of her pants, she could hear a little voice screaming at her ‘what in the hell do you think you’re doing with a complete stranger!’ But sometimes you had to take life with both cuffed hands or your regrets would haunt you to your grave and Holly did not want to regret this moment with this man. Hooking her thumbs into her thong, she quickly pulled them off and stood there again, hands clasped behind her back and her best bedroom eyes adorning her face.
Glenn didn’t take his eyes off of her as she peeled each layer of clothes off of her breathtaking body. She was almost as pale as the snow outside, with a slight spray of freckles over her collarbone and large pale nipples crowning her nicely sized breasts. The red of her long curly ponytail was the same as her neatly trimmed patch between her legs. With a smile on her lips, she was everything he had ever hoped for in a willing partner.
“So, if you are done staring, Glenn, how would you like me?” Holly said reaching over and holding up the hook, “I think we should make sure this one isn’t damaged first, don’t you think?”
“Yes, yes,” Glenn barely said as he took it from her, “Lean over the table, please.”
The redhead did as she was told, wiggling her ass at him as she did. She watched him as he generously lubed the ‘hook’ in and stepped in back of her.
“Let me know if this hurts,” he said.
Slowly he eased the cold metal hook into her, causing her to shiver a bit. It continued to fill her until the bottom of the curve of the hook rested between the cheeks of her ass. Holly had thought it would be a little cold but not as much as it was. Hopefully her heat would warm it up soon.
“Okay?” he asked.
Holly nodded, “very.”
One of things that Glenn had noticed was a large spool of twine. He cut some off and gathered her ponytail in his hands. He quickly tied several knot and a loop. Satisfied that it wasn’t going to slip, he clipped on one of the chains to the knot. The other end he fastened to the hook, holding it tightly into place.
“Now, Holly, let me know if I go too far, okay?”
Holly nodded, relishing the feel of the hook moving with every motion of her head.
“Okay, Holly, you can stand up now.”
Obediently, she did, her ponytail pulling her head back a bit and the hook deeper inside of her. She closed her eyes as she felt him fasten the collar around her neck. It width held Holly’s head in place further. It was a little uncomfortable but not overly so.
“Stand straight, hands at your side.”
Holly did as she was told. So far, this was as good as any of the stories she had read; better because it was real. Slowly she was becoming helpless and it sent warm rushes through her at the thought.
The cling wrap came somewhat of a surprise, but a good one. Holly had fantasized about using it in some self bondage in the store and had even took several swaths home, but the only use she made of it was wrapping stuff safely in packages. Now he wound some around her midriff, sealing her arms to her sides. He wrapped her tightly from just below her boobs to just above her puss. She struggled a bit to try to get loose and found it deliciously impossible.
With the next piece, he enwrapped her legs entirely. More and more Holly felt like a mummy with each tight pass until her legs were welded together.
“Now, let’s see you get out of that,” Glenn smiled.
The captive redhead squirmed and writhed. There was no way she was going to get out of her bind. She had to be careful, though, to make she didn’t lose her balance and fall crashing to the floor. However, with each struggle, another wave of warmth rushed through her.
Glenn loved watching her struggle. He hard on ached and he wanted to take her right there. But he also wanted her to enjoy this as well and he prayed that perhaps he may have found a bondage partner in her.
“Is it okay to gag you?” Glenn asked.
“Yes. . .please,” Holly moaned.
There was plenty of packing tape around and Glenn tore off several pieces and sealed her lips shut. Now she was truly helpless as she leaned a bit on the table.
Slowly he began to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples slowly until they were fully erect. Taking one, he pulled it a bit and put one of the clamps on it. Holly moaned into her gag at the near pain but Glenn repeated it on her other nipple and clipped a short chain to them both.
Holly squealed a bit when Glenn gave them a tug. Bolts of white-hot pleasure shot through her with each tug. The more he tug, the harder the clamps pinched until she found herself hoping forward, following him around the table.
Gently, he leaned her back and eased his finger into her slit, sliding it slowly up and down and brushing against her button. Holly moaned loudly into her gag as he continued to play with her swollen clit as she felt a heated storm building inside of her, straining to get out.
“Do you want to cum?” Glenn asked.
Holy moaned, nodding her head as best she could.
“The first rule, Holly, is that you are not allowed to cum before your Master does.”
Holly moaned her disappointment as he stopped his caresses. Gently, he eased Holly back until she lay fully on the table. He then eased her over on to her stomach, with her breasts and head hanging over the edge. Glenn wound some more plastic wrapping around his captive and the table, pinning her to it so she wouldn’t fall off.
Glenn quickly unzipped his slacks and pulled out his stiffened cock. Though not porn-star sized, he was still fairly large. To holly, size did matter and she was not disappointed.
Gently, Glenn pulled the taped off of Holly’s lips. Though painful, it was also brief. She licked her sore lips as Glenn stepped forward, presenting himself to her. Holly opened her mouth and sealed her lips around his salty cock.
Glenn moaned as her lips and tongue played over his shaft and head. Faster and faster she sucked his shaft, feeling the hook in her pussy yank inside her every time. An orgasm was swelling inside her but she had to make him cum first.
A few moments later, Glenn felt his cum broiling up his shaft. He held it as long as possible before pulling out and spraying himself all over her face.
“God,” was all he could utter as he stepped back and leaned against the table, catching his breath.
“Please let me cum, Master,” Holly pleaded, warm cum dripping off of her face.
Quickly Glenn cut the plastic holding Holly to the table and turned her unto her back. His fingers once again found her swollen clit and he began to rub it vigorously.
A flood of pure bliss burst through Holly as she writhed on the table. Again and again hot waves of passion crashed through her as one orgasm begat another until she pleaded for Glenn to stop from her being sore.
Slowly, she caught her breath as she felt Glenn sit on the table beside her. He wiped his cum from her face with a paper towel then slowly kissed her, their tongues dancing over one another until he pulled away.
“Holly, I want to take you home with me,” he finally said.
Holly smiled back at him, “And I would love to be taken home.”
Glenn helped her untangle herself from her bindings. He packed up his S(A)X purchases in the battered box as she cleaned up the mess around the table. Finally, Holly had met a man she could be herself with and it was the best Christmas gift she could ever have wished for.
GIFT
T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Outside Holly’s apartment, the snow was drifting down in white, lacy curtains, filling the balconies and sidewalks with a foot thick frosting of white. She could barely see the red and green of the Christmas lights outside glowing beneath the snow. Christmas Eve was just a few days away and she didn’t see how she could make the drive home to Kansas City in this weather. Holly’s little Civic barely made it to the parking lot last night. She was going to spend the holiday by herself this year, it seemed.
Holly stepped away from the window and nestled on the couch with her bowl of hot oatmeal and orange juice. It was a few hours before she had to be at work and she needed to steel herself for the icy drive to the shipping store where she was a clerk. Her parents would be disappointed but understanding, being veterans of many mid-western winters. But work would be busy with people over-nighting presents to get them under the tree before Christmas Day. She wouldn’t have to think about not being home for awhile.
After finishing her bowl, Holly reluctantly got up and made her way into the shower, pulling her terry cloth robe closer around her.
In truth, it was probably better for her not to be going home. Her mother would ask her endless questions about her love-life and she would have to pretend and tell her everything was fine. But it wasn’t. Trying to find a guy that was into the same things that she was into was hopeless at best. Chatting and flirting online with a bunch of wanna-be Doms was one thing; finding a caring, dyed-in-the-wool Master was quite another. She had needs that neither one of her parents would understand and would probably be horrified at.
Holly let the water steam up the bathroom before stepping into the small shower. It wasn’t as if she wasn’t an attractive woman. Her five and a half foot frame was nicely curved with more-than-a-handful breasts and a nicely rounded ass. Being on her feet all day kept a lot of her Little Debbie extravagances in check but she also tried to jog when she could. Holly was a natural redhead and, being Irish of descent, had a tough time tanning her pale complexion. She kept her hair in loose curls and pulled it up in back in a pony tail most of the time. No, she had had offers but no man could give her what she really wanted: sexual servitude.
The hot water rushed over her and she tried to pry her mind off of more lascivious subjects. Focus on what she needed to get through another day in the wonderful world of a packaging store. After the shower she dried her hair then dressed warmly in a sweater and slacks. The coat, cap, boots and gloves came next with a scarf wrapped around her neck and face to finish the classic Eskimo look. Opening the door, she trudged into the great white north.
Fortunately, her complex had plowed most of the sidewalks and parking lot. A few minutes after brushing off her car, she carefully made her way to her job.
The shipping store was a small family operated franchise and her boss had gotten there early to shovel the walk and get things ready for the day ahead. He was standing outside with his shovel in hand and a pipe clamped tight in his mouth.
“Morning, Holly,” he said, smiling around his pipe, “Glad to see you could make it. It was going to be lonely around here without you.”
“Where’s Jeff?” Holly asked about her co-worker.
“Sick. Or that is what he says. But I don’t think that it’s going to be that busy. UPS and the Post Office already dropped off and said that they don’t know if they are going to pick up. Our FEDEX truck is stuck out there somewhere. They called. And, to top it off, this storm is supposed to last all day. Only the truly desperate are out today, or fools like you and me.”
‘Great’, Holly thought to herself.
“So here is the plan. I’ll help you sort and I need to get the deposit done. We’ll make it a half-day and close due to the weather. I head to the bank and home and you close when you want to.”
‘Great’, she thought again.
“Oh,” her boss said, “There is a damaged package the Post Office brought here. One of our box-holders. Tools or something. Make sure he fills out the paperwork for it if he comes in.”
Inside the store her boss, Marv, had the heat up on high and she could smell the fresh coffee brewing in back. Holly unbundled herself, donned her apron and poured herself a mug; settling in for the morning’s chores.
Between a few customers and sorting of mail for the boxes, the morning went by quickly. Next, she focused on the packages and putting the notifications in the boxes as well. Last was the damaged box her boss had told her about.
The Post Office had put it in a plastic bag with a pre-printed apology. It looked as if someone had thrown it off the truck and run over it. Holly could see a piece of chrome sticking out of the crack as she checked it over. It was from Australia, she noticed, from a store called S(A)X.
The name sounded familiar to her, but she could quite place it. She looked over the customs form and everything seemed to be in order. All she had to do is to break the bad news to the customer, Mr. Glenn Hansen, and go over the contents for any damage so he could file a claim. She decided to start to forms so at least that wouldn’t take so long.
“I’m headed to the bank. Close when you want. I don’t want you getting stuck here, okay,” Marv, her boss said.
“Okay. . .I just have to finish a few things then I’ll hang the sign up.”
As she was filling the places on the form she could, she realized where she had seen S(A)X. It was on Gromet’s website a few years ago. It was one of her favorite bondage fiction websites. It was a bondage gear manufacturer.
Holly could feel herself flush.
She went to the back and looked at the damaged package again. The polished steel piece sticking out had a ring at the end but no other clues to identify it with. Gently, she opened up the plastic bag enclosing the package and peeked further into the box, but she really couldn’t identify it.
Curious and frustrated, Holly sat down at the computer and found the S(A)X website easily enough. She knew she really shouldn’t be doing this at work, but she figured she could tell her boss that she needed to see what the damaged merchandise was. It took a little bit of detective work but she finally found it.
A Pussy Hook.
Holly felt a warm tingle spreading through her as she looked at the cold steel picture on the site. She could just imagine just how one would use it.
The chime at the front door brought Holly out of her erotic revelries and she quickly closed out the site. She stepped to the front counter to see if the customer needed any help. It was only someone checking their mailbox.
As Holly stood there, her mind kept going back to the image of the polished steel hook and what it would feel like inside of her. She also wondered who Mr. Glenn Hansen would be testing it on.
A few quick key strokes and Mr. Hansen’s box info came up. There was no one else allowed into the box and he only had had the box for a couple months. His billing address was in an older part of town not far from the store.
“You have a box for me?” a man’s voice asked.
Holly looked up to see a blonde bearded man with smiling blue eyes and a fedora with a sprig of holly stuck in the hat band.
“Your name sir,” Holly asked.
“Hansen, Glenn Hansen,” he smiled.
Glenn was a handsome man and Holly guessed he was in his mid thirties. Average in height and weight, but she really couldn’t tell with his coat on. His gloves were off and there wasn’t any ring.
“Yes, we have a package for you but I am afraid it didn’t survive the post office very well. It arrived here damaged.”
The man looked crest-fallen, “How bad?”
“The box is crushed on one side, but I can’t tell what damage there is inside,” Holly explained, “I started the paperwork for you but we need to check the contents.”
“Sure,” he said, “Let’s take a look.”
Holly went back and got the damaged package. A tingle still warmed her inside as she wondered what other treasures would be hidden within.
“Here it is,” she said, setting the package on the counter.
Glenn took one look at the label and blushed a bit, “Can I take this home and look at it?”
Holly smiled, “I am afraid not. You have to open it here for insurance purposes, sir. I’m sorry.”
The man looked flustered, “It doesn’t look that bad. . .”
“Actually, sir, I would love to see what is inside,” Holly interrupted.
There, she had done it.
Glenn looked puzzled as he stood there, “Pardon me?”
Holly smiled, “You can bring it around in back and check it privately. But I do need to see what is damaged and what isn’t.”
Glenn gathered the box up and took it back into the packing area. On the table he set the box down.
“Don’t worry,” Holly said, “I won’t tell a soul but we do need to do this.”
Slowly, Glenn opened up the box and began to set out its contents. The first thing out was the pussy hook. He looked it over and set it on the table.
“So who is the special lady?” Holly asked.
Glenn turned and looked at her, “Pardon?”
“You must really have a special lady for you to buy that for her.”
Glenn blushed again, “You know what this is?”
“Yes, I’ve visited the S(A)X website before but have never had a chance to purchase anything for myself,” Holly smiled, stepping closer to Glenn.
“Actually, this isn’t for anyone in particular,” Glenn said, looking into her green eyes, “Just a few more things for my playroom. Since moving out here, though, I haven’t found anyone to play with.”
“I think you have now,” Holly smiled, “my name is Holly.”
Holly had never been this forward with anyone before. She didn’t know a thing about him, yet she already felt comfortable with him; something about his eyes.
“Seriously?” Glenn asked.
“Very,” she said, “let’s see what other toys you have in there.”
Glenn reached into the box again and began to pull out the other items. One was a black leather collar, much wider than the one’s Holly had seen before, with rings on the front and sides. A pair of shiny clover style nipple clamps and some personal lubricant were the next things he pulled out of the box. The last thing he pulled out were several lengths of chain with clips on either end.
“I don’t see any damage,” Glenn said, carefully looking over the collar, ”they packed it very well.”
“Perhaps we should try them out, just to make sure,” Holly purred.
“Now?”
“No time like the present,” she said, “Let me close down the store and then we can see if we can make sure everything is in working order.”
“Okay,” Glenn replied meekly.
In all his years of being into bondage, not once had Glenn been approached like this. Most of the time, he had to talk girls into trying it and most thought he was nuts. Now here he was with a gorgeous redhead that he barely met doing things that he had only hoped to do someday.
It didn’t take long for Holly to close down the register and hang the sign up telling everyone that due to the weather, they closed early. With the cash safely in the safe and the drawer balanced, Holly made her way in back.
Glenn had cleared all the trash off of the packing table and had all of his purchases neatly arrayed. While Holly was closing, he also to the opportunity to see what was around the store and realized that there was a cornucopia of stuff he could use to render her helpless in absence of having any of his other bondage gear here.
“So are you going to take off your coat and stay awhile?” Holly smiled as she came over to the table.
“Oh, yes,” Glenn said and pulled off his long coat and hat, “Sorry.”
“Don’t be,” Holly laughed, “I’m certainly not. So, how would you like me?”
Glenn once again looked over the redheaded clerk, stand with her hands clasped behind her. Holly was certainly attractive and her tight sweater and pants really didn’t leave much to his imagination.
“Whatever is the most comfortable to you,” Glenn replied.
“Okay then,” she said.
Slowly, Holly began to perform a striptease, first pulling her sweater off and then, almost gracefully, unhooking her bra.
As Holly slowly shimmied out of her pants, she could hear a little voice screaming at her ‘what in the hell do you think you’re doing with a complete stranger!’ But sometimes you had to take life with both cuffed hands or your regrets would haunt you to your grave and Holly did not want to regret this moment with this man. Hooking her thumbs into her thong, she quickly pulled them off and stood there again, hands clasped behind her back and her best bedroom eyes adorning her face.
Glenn didn’t take his eyes off of her as she peeled each layer of clothes off of her breathtaking body. She was almost as pale as the snow outside, with a slight spray of freckles over her collarbone and large pale nipples crowning her nicely sized breasts. The red of her long curly ponytail was the same as her neatly trimmed patch between her legs. With a smile on her lips, she was everything he had ever hoped for in a willing partner.
“So, if you are done staring, Glenn, how would you like me?” Holly said reaching over and holding up the hook, “I think we should make sure this one isn’t damaged first, don’t you think?”
“Yes, yes,” Glenn barely said as he took it from her, “Lean over the table, please.”
The redhead did as she was told, wiggling her ass at him as she did. She watched him as he generously lubed the ‘hook’ in and stepped in back of her.
“Let me know if this hurts,” he said.
Slowly he eased the cold metal hook into her, causing her to shiver a bit. It continued to fill her until the bottom of the curve of the hook rested between the cheeks of her ass. Holly had thought it would be a little cold but not as much as it was. Hopefully her heat would warm it up soon.
“Okay?” he asked.
Holly nodded, “very.”
One of things that Glenn had noticed was a large spool of twine. He cut some off and gathered her ponytail in his hands. He quickly tied several knot and a loop. Satisfied that it wasn’t going to slip, he clipped on one of the chains to the knot. The other end he fastened to the hook, holding it tightly into place.
“Now, Holly, let me know if I go too far, okay?”
Holly nodded, relishing the feel of the hook moving with every motion of her head.
“Okay, Holly, you can stand up now.”
Obediently, she did, her ponytail pulling her head back a bit and the hook deeper inside of her. She closed her eyes as she felt him fasten the collar around her neck. It width held Holly’s head in place further. It was a little uncomfortable but not overly so.
“Stand straight, hands at your side.”
Holly did as she was told. So far, this was as good as any of the stories she had read; better because it was real. Slowly she was becoming helpless and it sent warm rushes through her at the thought.
The cling wrap came somewhat of a surprise, but a good one. Holly had fantasized about using it in some self bondage in the store and had even took several swaths home, but the only use she made of it was wrapping stuff safely in packages. Now he wound some around her midriff, sealing her arms to her sides. He wrapped her tightly from just below her boobs to just above her puss. She struggled a bit to try to get loose and found it deliciously impossible.
With the next piece, he enwrapped her legs entirely. More and more Holly felt like a mummy with each tight pass until her legs were welded together.
“Now, let’s see you get out of that,” Glenn smiled.
The captive redhead squirmed and writhed. There was no way she was going to get out of her bind. She had to be careful, though, to make she didn’t lose her balance and fall crashing to the floor. However, with each struggle, another wave of warmth rushed through her.
Glenn loved watching her struggle. He hard on ached and he wanted to take her right there. But he also wanted her to enjoy this as well and he prayed that perhaps he may have found a bondage partner in her.
“Is it okay to gag you?” Glenn asked.
“Yes. . .please,” Holly moaned.
There was plenty of packing tape around and Glenn tore off several pieces and sealed her lips shut. Now she was truly helpless as she leaned a bit on the table.
Slowly he began to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples slowly until they were fully erect. Taking one, he pulled it a bit and put one of the clamps on it. Holly moaned into her gag at the near pain but Glenn repeated it on her other nipple and clipped a short chain to them both.
Holly squealed a bit when Glenn gave them a tug. Bolts of white-hot pleasure shot through her with each tug. The more he tug, the harder the clamps pinched until she found herself hoping forward, following him around the table.
Gently, he leaned her back and eased his finger into her slit, sliding it slowly up and down and brushing against her button. Holly moaned loudly into her gag as he continued to play with her swollen clit as she felt a heated storm building inside of her, straining to get out.
“Do you want to cum?” Glenn asked.
Holy moaned, nodding her head as best she could.
“The first rule, Holly, is that you are not allowed to cum before your Master does.”
Holly moaned her disappointment as he stopped his caresses. Gently, he eased Holly back until she lay fully on the table. He then eased her over on to her stomach, with her breasts and head hanging over the edge. Glenn wound some more plastic wrapping around his captive and the table, pinning her to it so she wouldn’t fall off.
Glenn quickly unzipped his slacks and pulled out his stiffened cock. Though not porn-star sized, he was still fairly large. To holly, size did matter and she was not disappointed.
Gently, Glenn pulled the taped off of Holly’s lips. Though painful, it was also brief. She licked her sore lips as Glenn stepped forward, presenting himself to her. Holly opened her mouth and sealed her lips around his salty cock.
Glenn moaned as her lips and tongue played over his shaft and head. Faster and faster she sucked his shaft, feeling the hook in her pussy yank inside her every time. An orgasm was swelling inside her but she had to make him cum first.
A few moments later, Glenn felt his cum broiling up his shaft. He held it as long as possible before pulling out and spraying himself all over her face.
“God,” was all he could utter as he stepped back and leaned against the table, catching his breath.
“Please let me cum, Master,” Holly pleaded, warm cum dripping off of her face.
Quickly Glenn cut the plastic holding Holly to the table and turned her unto her back. His fingers once again found her swollen clit and he began to rub it vigorously.
A flood of pure bliss burst through Holly as she writhed on the table. Again and again hot waves of passion crashed through her as one orgasm begat another until she pleaded for Glenn to stop from her being sore.
Slowly, she caught her breath as she felt Glenn sit on the table beside her. He wiped his cum from her face with a paper towel then slowly kissed her, their tongues dancing over one another until he pulled away.
“Holly, I want to take you home with me,” he finally said.
Holly smiled back at him, “And I would love to be taken home.”
Glenn helped her untangle herself from her bindings. He packed up his S(A)X purchases in the battered box as she cleaned up the mess around the table. Finally, Holly had met a man she could be herself with and it was the best Christmas gift she could ever have wished for.
Please take time to answer my informal poll 'consensual vs non-consensual'. Take care and have a wonderful holiday.
Friday, December 12, 2008
Ringing In The New Year Teaser
RINGING IN THE NEW YEAR
T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Julie stared at the red digital clock counting down the minutes to the New Year and wondered if she was going to make it. The twin vibrators were making it really hard not to cum but cumming now would be very painful for her, to say the least. It was better to concentrate on the numbers slowly climbing towards midnight or the slight pain in her wrists as she dangled there in the cage; or on the cattle prod set on the stand beside her and it’s painful threat.
It had all started when Julie agreed to go with her friends to the New Year’s Party at The Tower. All of them had heard of the new place and were dying to check it out. Julie kept herself in great shape and she flattered anything she wore so she was sure getting in was not going to be a problem.
Julie looked one more time in the mirror to make sure she looked her best. She had beautiful shoulder-length brown hair and crystal blue eyes She applied her make-up much like an artist, making sure everything was perfect including her full, passion-promising lips; the kind men dreamed of kissing or sealed around their cocks. She stood a little over five-seven in heels and her slender frame accented her large breasts and tight ass. Julie had picked out a bright neon blue strapless dress for this evening to more fully flaunt her many gifts. The only thing she was leaving behind was her glasses that made her look like an old librarian.
The brunette was thankful that it was going to be a warm night as she grabbed her purse to meet her friends at the club. Julie was running late and they had called that they were already in and it was kick-ass. The taxi was waiting for Julie as she quickly jotted down the address and handed it to the Asian driver.
“This the address?” the driver asked, looking at the piece of paper.
“Uh-huh,” Julie said, settling into the cab, “It’s to a new club.”
“Okay,” the driver said, driving towards downtown.
There were several clubs on the street she had written down, but none at that address. The closest one was ‘The Blue Line.’ That must be the one she meant.
The drive was sort and Julie made sure to tip the driver a dollar. The club was housed in an old, gothic-looking brick building with a line of blue neon across the façade. There was a large bald doorman beside the entrance wearing a too tight tux and a scowl on his face.
Julie put on her best smile and approached the door, putting an extra slink into her walk.
“Evening, miss,” the doorman said a she approached, “Do you have an invitation?”
“Pardon?” Julie, “I don’t think I need an invite. My friends are already inside and I am running late.”
“Sorry, miss, I can’t let you in without an invitation.”
Julie frowned, “Hold on, let me call one of my friends to come out and we can get this taken care of.”
You can read the rest of the story in my new e-book, 'Yule Tied'. Happy Holidays.
T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Julie stared at the red digital clock counting down the minutes to the New Year and wondered if she was going to make it. The twin vibrators were making it really hard not to cum but cumming now would be very painful for her, to say the least. It was better to concentrate on the numbers slowly climbing towards midnight or the slight pain in her wrists as she dangled there in the cage; or on the cattle prod set on the stand beside her and it’s painful threat.
It had all started when Julie agreed to go with her friends to the New Year’s Party at The Tower. All of them had heard of the new place and were dying to check it out. Julie kept herself in great shape and she flattered anything she wore so she was sure getting in was not going to be a problem.
Julie looked one more time in the mirror to make sure she looked her best. She had beautiful shoulder-length brown hair and crystal blue eyes She applied her make-up much like an artist, making sure everything was perfect including her full, passion-promising lips; the kind men dreamed of kissing or sealed around their cocks. She stood a little over five-seven in heels and her slender frame accented her large breasts and tight ass. Julie had picked out a bright neon blue strapless dress for this evening to more fully flaunt her many gifts. The only thing she was leaving behind was her glasses that made her look like an old librarian.
The brunette was thankful that it was going to be a warm night as she grabbed her purse to meet her friends at the club. Julie was running late and they had called that they were already in and it was kick-ass. The taxi was waiting for Julie as she quickly jotted down the address and handed it to the Asian driver.
“This the address?” the driver asked, looking at the piece of paper.
“Uh-huh,” Julie said, settling into the cab, “It’s to a new club.”
“Okay,” the driver said, driving towards downtown.
There were several clubs on the street she had written down, but none at that address. The closest one was ‘The Blue Line.’ That must be the one she meant.
The drive was sort and Julie made sure to tip the driver a dollar. The club was housed in an old, gothic-looking brick building with a line of blue neon across the façade. There was a large bald doorman beside the entrance wearing a too tight tux and a scowl on his face.
Julie put on her best smile and approached the door, putting an extra slink into her walk.
“Evening, miss,” the doorman said a she approached, “Do you have an invitation?”
“Pardon?” Julie, “I don’t think I need an invite. My friends are already inside and I am running late.”
“Sorry, miss, I can’t let you in without an invitation.”
Julie frowned, “Hold on, let me call one of my friends to come out and we can get this taken care of.”
You can read the rest of the story in my new e-book, 'Yule Tied'. Happy Holidays.
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
They're Here. . .
First of all, 'Yule Tied' is available for sale and includes several new stories that will only be available in this book. It can be found for sale at several online erotic e-book stores. If you cannot find it, please e-mail me and I will tell you where it can be found.
Second, 'Gift' has been posted on SAX Leather Bondage Story Contest 2008 - Gromet's Plaza . Please read it as well as the other stories posted there and vote.
Finally, progress is being made on the next 'Summer Project' chapter as well as my gift to you, my readers. Look for it here Christmas morning.
Thursday, December 04, 2008
'Gift' and 'Yule Tied' As Well As Other Things. . .
As I have mentioned earlier, I am entering the S(A)X bondage story contest and the story being sent is 'Gift', which should be posted on Gromet's Plaza site on December 10th. It is also my Christmas story this year for Gromet. Please enjoy it when it is posted and vote.
The stories for 'Yule Tied' have been finished and the e-book should be for sale shortly. The new stories that are included are 'Giving', 'Twas The Night', and 'Ringing In The New Year.' Those stories are exclusive to the e-book and will not be posted on any site. I will post teasers to those stories on this blog soon.
'Summer Project' soon should have a new chapter as well as 'Wrath'. There may also be a Christmas surprise as well.
The stories for 'Yule Tied' have been finished and the e-book should be for sale shortly. The new stories that are included are 'Giving', 'Twas The Night', and 'Ringing In The New Year.' Those stories are exclusive to the e-book and will not be posted on any site. I will post teasers to those stories on this blog soon.
'Summer Project' soon should have a new chapter as well as 'Wrath'. There may also be a Christmas surprise as well.
Wednesday, November 19, 2008
Giving and other stories
It is well past the middle of November and I have completed one of the stories of the 'Yule Tied' collection e-book. 'Giving' is the first new story in the collection and 'Ringing In The New Year' is soon to be close behind. I am planning on giving you a taste of both as well as 'Twas the Night' if it gets finished in time. I have also been working on another chapter of 'Summer Project' and should be posted in December sometime.
I want to thank all of you that have taken the time to answer my informal survey of consensual versus non-consensual preferences. If you haven't taken the time to do so, please do.
Have a happy Thanksgiving.
I want to thank all of you that have taken the time to answer my informal survey of consensual versus non-consensual preferences. If you haven't taken the time to do so, please do.
Have a happy Thanksgiving.
Saturday, November 01, 2008
November Plans
The holidays are just around the corner and so are my annual Christmas stories. This year will be a little different. My second e-book will contain some past stories plus a couple of unposted ones that have a holiday theme. I will also be entering the SAX leather story contest on Gromets website. Your vote would be appreciated once the stories are posted on December 10th. I am also trying to finish a chapter of 'Summer Project.'
As a final note, please leave comments. More often than not, that is the only way writers get any sort of compensation. Of course, you can also buy a copy of 'A New Haunt. . .collection of stories' to help as well. (I know, shameless plug). Your comments DO help me write better stories.
As a final note, please leave comments. More often than not, that is the only way writers get any sort of compensation. Of course, you can also buy a copy of 'A New Haunt. . .collection of stories' to help as well. (I know, shameless plug). Your comments DO help me write better stories.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wrath
At long last, another chapter has been completed to 'Wrath' and another will belong shortly. I have posted it to Storiesonline and it should be on there this afternoon. Gromet and others will post it soon.
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Things to look forward to
Robert Dean and myself are working in collaboration to bring out something new. In the past couple months, both of us have found in each other a kindred spirit. His work graces the cover of my new e-book and hopefully there will be many new suprizes in the works.
You can find his blog at: The Deane's List
I haven't forgotten about other projects and updates will be soon. I have updated my stories index and added what stories are included in the e-book.
You can find his blog at: The Deane's List
I haven't forgotten about other projects and updates will be soon. I have updated my stories index and added what stories are included in the e-book.
Gromet's Halloween
Gromet has his Halloween page up as of this morning, where you will find both 'A New Haunt' and 'The Masque' as free downloads. Click on the following link to get there and enjoy: Halloween Special 08 - Gromet's Plaza.
Friday, October 17, 2008
A Dawn Of A New Era. . . .
Okay, I might be over stating it, but I am going into something new. I have been asked by Burping Frog Publishing to publish in e-book form some of my current and future stories. That is to say, to make a little money. What does that mean to you, my readers. Not alot. I will still add chapters to 'Summer Project' and post stories for free. It just might take me more time to do so.
The first collection of stories is due to be put up for sale Monday and it includes two unposted stories as well as one yet-to-be posted story. It is a Halloween collection of bondage tales. You should be able to find it at various adult e-book sites. E-mail me if you can't find a copy.
I know some of you may feel betrayed by me going commercial, but I will continue to give you free stories as well.
Have a happy Halloween
The first collection of stories is due to be put up for sale Monday and it includes two unposted stories as well as one yet-to-be posted story. It is a Halloween collection of bondage tales. You should be able to find it at various adult e-book sites. E-mail me if you can't find a copy.
I know some of you may feel betrayed by me going commercial, but I will continue to give you free stories as well.
Have a happy Halloween
Friday, October 10, 2008
The Masque awaits
Another story has been sent to Gromet, another Halloween tale that should appear on his website before the Holiday (or, at least, that is the plan. If you would like a copy, please e-mail me and I will send it direct since it is too large to post on my blog.
If I don't write here before, have a wonderful Halloween.
If I don't write here before, have a wonderful Halloween.
Wednesday, October 08, 2008
A New Haunt
As something different, I have decided to start posting some of my new stories here so you can read them as I complete them. Here is the first one, A New Haunt, a story for the season. Enjoy and please tell me what you think.
A New Haunt
T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
Permission is granted for private use. The author wishes any agencies that wish to publish this work, to please contact him at FESSELN1@aol.com. Or visit his weblog at http://fesselnsfiction.blogspot.com/ . Any comments are gladly accepted and encouraged.
Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge.
Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package.
She had always had an exceptional figure, thanks to her mom’s side of the family. Brandy was nearly six-foot and had large breasts and a beautiful ass. And what was really cool is that she really didn’t have to work out to maintain her shape. Her metabolism did all the hard work for her. Her boyfriend, Rick, had dressed as a zombie and she had planned to hit all the haunted houses together. Rick reluctantly agreed and they both headed out in her old VW Golf to get scared out of their wits. They had fun for the first couple of places and she reluctantly agreed to stop off and getting a pizza before heading to the last few. It would have been okay but Rick had one beer after another until she had to half carry him out of the joint and back to their apartment where she dumped him on the bed.
Looking at the clock, she figured she could hit one last house. There was a new one this year and located on an old abandon farm on the outskirts of town. It had the uncreative title of ‘The Body Farm’ but it promised to be different from the others she’d been to.
The house and barn were lit up with red spotlights, giving them an eerie glow in the crisp autumn night. A bloodied, headless farmer greeted guests slumped over on top of his rusted-out tractor by the front gate. A slight breeze scattered dead leafs around as she pulled into the nearly empty dirt parking lot. Good, it wasn’t going to be crowded like all the other ones; crowds tended to lessen the scare effect.
The dirt parking lot was not very easy to walk on in high heels, but she managed to make it to the old, cracked sidewalk and up the worn porch stairs. There was an old mailbox with the word ‘TICKETS’ painted in red, dripping letters. She had already purchased her ticket online several days ago along with one for her boyfriend. She stuffed the two tickets into the slot and went to the door. She thought it was a bit odd not to have a greeter to direct customers, but, again, the ad in the paper promised a very different kind of scare.
The front door was one of the old-fashioned kind with a brass doorknob and oval glass window. The curtained window had a pair of bloody handprints streaking down it. The door creaked loudly as she stepped inside.
A single electric candle flickering on the peeling wallpapered wall lit the entryway. There was a stairway ahead of her and what looked like a parlor room to her right. A dark hallway stretched down past the stairs and to the left was a beaded entryway to a darkened room. Everything was eerily quiet. It was definitely different from the other houses where everyone was channeled into room after scary room. This was much more like being in a slasher film where you didn’t know where the maniac was.
Slowly Brandy made her way into the parlor. The heavy curtains blocked out most of the outside light and the room was lit only by a single television set that sounded like it was playing static. As her eyes adjusted, she saw two headless corpses, a man and a woman, sitting on the sofa, their clothes drenched in glistening blood. Something moved on the old consol television set and she turned to look.
On the screen were two severed head, a man’s and a woman’s, floating. The television had been turned into a grotesque fishbowl and the heads were its sole occupants, their open eyes staring back at Brandy.
Icy shivers raced through her.
There was an open entryway past the parlor, spilling its amber-tinted light out into the room. A strange, muffled sound was coming from the room as Brandy cautiously made her way over. The dining room was dominated by a huge oak table and in the center of it was a young brunette, scantily clad in a tattered Dorothyesque dress, hogtied and gagged with duct tape. She was struggling quite wildly and her eyes caught Brandy’s. She screamed and struggled, her eyes wide and pleading for Brandy to untie her.
Brandy then noticed the bloody chainsaw beside her.
As the woman screamed and struggled, Brandy noticed the plate settings around the woman. Each had a bloody portion set in the center: a human heart, a severed hand, a part of a thigh and several piles of flesh that Brandy didn’t recognize. An inhuman feast had been set out and the bound girl was obviously the main course.
“Bye-bye,” Brandy laughed, waving to the captive woman as she continued on past the table.
Two entry ways beckoned her. One was a closed wooden door at the end of the room and another to her left. The one to the left probably led to the hallway. She decided to go to doorway.
The door opened up into a small pantry. The shelves were filled with glass jars with homemade labels. A single dim light bulb lit the narrow space as she peered at the contents, almost afraid of seeing what was inside. The first jar first looked like preserved carrots but were really severed fingers. Another held a variety of eyes, a staring blankly out of their glass prison.
“This is better than ‘Silence Of The Lambs,” Brandy said out loud to herself. She really wished Rick was here. He was a fan of slasher films and he would have really gotten a kick out of this house.
Brandy opened the door on the other side of the pantry and walked into a brightly lit kitchen. It was one of the old-fashioned kind tiled, painted and applianced all in white. It was sparkling clean save for the dripping red blood splatters everywhere. The sink was filled with bloody, torn clothes and costumes and several latex masks littered the floor. The kitchen table was littered with bloody knives and rusty iron manacles and half-filled glasses of blood sat on the counter. Carefully stepping over the pools of blood, she made her way over to the humming refrigerator.
Brandy was filled with a morbid curiosity more than anything. She wanted to see how much detail these people went to. So far, they had gotten everything soooo right. Even she was on edge. But deep down inside she knew it was all just props and red-dyed Karo syrup.
Brandy opened the fridge.
Inside was a collection of Mountain Dew and Pepsi cans, a few bottles of water and body parts neatly packaged in Saran wrap. There were more glass jars and a half-eaten sandwich with a cold cut that she didn’t want to know what of.
Then she heard footsteps above her.
In a real slasher film, she would almost be screaming for the next victim to get out of there. But she was here to get scared and up stairs seemed like the best place for that.
A door in the kitchen led back to the dark hallway. The only light was that spilling out of the dining room entry. She could still hear the girl moaning as she passed. God what she wouldn’t give to be a cast member here. On occasion she loved being tied up and to do it in public would be a thrill that would last a lifetime. At the end of the house, she would ask about being part of it next year.
Brandy climbed the creaking stairway to darkened hallway. All the doors were shut save one opened a crack at the end, its light forming a knife’s edge on the dark carpet. Slowly she made her way down the corridor, trying not to make a sound.
Gently, she eased the door open wider. The bedroom looked like a normal bedroom, with a big brass bed and a old oak dresser. However, piled on the bed were several coils of rope and some leather straps as well as something that looked like a whip.
“There you are!” a male voiced yelled as Brandy was grabbed.
Brandy was still in shock as he threw her onto the bed. She screamed and kicked as the stranger pinned her to the bed and pulled her arms in back of her. Quickly, he tied her wrists tightly, cinching them together. He then did the same to her elbows, pulling them as tightly together as he could.
Brandy kicked and Bucked as the man continued to bind her. Grabbing her flailing legs, he wrapped her ankles with rope and tied them as well as her knees.
“We can’t have you screaming like that,” the man said and Brandy heard the ripping of duct tape off the roll.
“NO, PLEASE. . . .Uggghhhmmmph!” Brandi yelled as a swatch of tape sealed her lips shut.
The man continued to tape her mouth with several more pieces of tape, turning her screams into muted mewls. In the back of her mind she kept chanting ‘This can’t be happening’ but it was. Maybe this was a slaughterhouse and she was going to be some gruesome entrée at some unholy banquet. She continued to struggle but the stranger’s bindings held fast.
Brandy felt him force her legs towards her wrists. Quickly, the man lashed them together. She was tied just like the woman downstairs on the table.
“Damn, I forgot something in the barn. Hold on while I go get it. I didn’t think there were any left.”
The bound blonde got a glance at her captor as he left the room. He was a tall, well-built man with close- cropped blonde hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a pair of blood-stained bib overalls and a plaid shirt. He was very good looking for a homicidal maniac.
Brandy struggled and bucked within her bonds, but nothing gave. Tears began to flow as she wondered what was going to happen to her. This was far beyond being frightened. She was terrified and there was no one to rescue her.
The stranger came back with a few things in his hand: A black leather collar with leash and a bright red vibrator.
Brandy’s eyes went wide and began to struggle anew.
“Damn girl, you’re a feisty one. You aren’t getting away so consider yourself caught. Now let’s see what we really have here.”
The man sat down on the bed beside Brandy and rolled her over on her side. She could tell as his eyes roved her body that he was undressing her, imagining what she was like underneath her tight red costume.
“You are one hot babe,” the stranger said.
Despite what was happening to her, Brandy blushed and tried to hide her face.
“I really mean it. You are absolutely beautiful. I am glad I was the one who caught you.”
Gently, he began to caress her breasts, pinching at her nipples until they stiffened with pleasure. Brandi found herself closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling. The stranger wasn’t brusque rather, his touch was more like a trusted lover. Soon the little jolts of pleasure shooting through her spread and she found herself rocking her hips slightly.
Brandy’s eyes shot open as she felt the top of her costume being pulled down, exposing her large breasts. He leaned over her and took one of her large, pale nipples into his mouth. His tongue licked around them and he gently pulled at them with his teeth, send more floods of pleasure through Brandy. He switched from one breast to another, causing her to moan loudly through her taped lips.
The stranger pushed her over some more and began to feel between her legs, finding that her costume snapped at the crotch. Brandy had gotten the costume online at an adult costume/lingerie website because Rick had a costume fetish and she was sure they would end up humping each other silly after their haunted house tour. As she felt him unsnap her costume, she wondered if she had made the wrong choice.
His fingers began to caress her through her stockings and Brandy found herself thrusting towards him. The desire was building inside of her, a torrent of pleasure that she couldn’t stem.
Brandy watched helplessly as he pulled her stockings down to reveal her soft nest of dark blonde curls. She kept herself neatly trimmed for Rick and now the stranger was running his fingers through it, petting her. Gently, he began caressing her sex again, running his fingers up and down her moistened slit and tickling at her swollen clit. Brandy began to thrust again, trying to get herself off. However, the stranger spread her lips and eased the large gel vibrator inside of her and turned it on, sending a rush of pure bliss flooding through her.
“Remember, no cumming until we get to the barn,” he said as he lifted her head and fastened the collar around her neck, “I need to get the other two and bring them back here so I can bring you all in together. I’ll be right back.”
Then the stranger left.
Brandy’s mind was in a whirl of confusion as she struggled against her ropes. The vibrator was doing its magic, however, and her struggles against her ropes were more for pleasure than escape. The torrent within her was growing and growing as she bucked on the bed until her orgasm engulfed her in pure rapture. Again and again it swept through her until she was spent from the effort.
“I am soooooo sorry,” a woman’s voice said, “Grant didn’t know.”
Standing beside the bed was the brunette from down stairs and the stranger holding onto the lead to her collar. Her hands were still tied behind her back and part of her tape gag was dangling beside her mouth. The strange man began to untie Brandy as the woman sat beside her.
“We closed down at Midnight so we could have our play party in the barn. Tonight we had a slave hunt and Grant thought you were one of the guests.”
“I didn’t know,” Grant said as he undid Brandy’s ankles.
“You see, this is a fund raiser for our B&D group. We are turning this old farm into a dungeon and this is one of the ways we fund it. God, you must think we are such a bunch of screw heads.”
Carefully, Grant peeled the tape from off of Brandy’s lips.
“I am so sorry,” the brunette apologized again.
Brandy was silent for a bit.
“I am sorry too. I didn’t know you were closed. If I had known. . .”
“I isn’t your fault. GRANT should have locked the door and closed the gate to the driveway. I guess he had other things on his mind,” the brunette said, “how can we make this up to you?”
Brandy was silent for a moment then smiled a slim smile, “For starters, why don’t you tie me up again and take me to the barn. I would like to finish the tour, if you don’t mind. This has been the best haunted house yet.”
A New Haunt
T.S. FESSELN
Disclaimer: This is a work of amatory fantasy. Any resemblance to people living or dead is purely coincidental. If you are under the age of 18, please stop reading here. If you are a bit squeamish about graphic depictions of sex and bondage, please stop reading here. The author takes no responsibility for those who wish to reenact anything written below.
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Brandy shouldn’t have gone there alone. Now she was struggling in a tight hogtie trying to find any kind of slack in the rope but not finding any. She hoped her boyfriend would start wondering where she was and track her down. But she knew he was at home in their apartment snoring away tonight’s beer and pizza binge.
Brandy loved getting scared and every Halloween she dressed up and tried to visit as many haunted houses as possible. Tonight was no exception. This year she dressed up as a devil. The costume was a very tight-fitting number in bright red with a plunging neckline, fishnet stockings, opera gloves, pointy tail and a pair of little horns to pop out of her short blonde hair. Looking at the mirror, she thought she should have been the one modeling the costume on front of the package.
She had always had an exceptional figure, thanks to her mom’s side of the family. Brandy was nearly six-foot and had large breasts and a beautiful ass. And what was really cool is that she really didn’t have to work out to maintain her shape. Her metabolism did all the hard work for her. Her boyfriend, Rick, had dressed as a zombie and she had planned to hit all the haunted houses together. Rick reluctantly agreed and they both headed out in her old VW Golf to get scared out of their wits. They had fun for the first couple of places and she reluctantly agreed to stop off and getting a pizza before heading to the last few. It would have been okay but Rick had one beer after another until she had to half carry him out of the joint and back to their apartment where she dumped him on the bed.
Looking at the clock, she figured she could hit one last house. There was a new one this year and located on an old abandon farm on the outskirts of town. It had the uncreative title of ‘The Body Farm’ but it promised to be different from the others she’d been to.
The house and barn were lit up with red spotlights, giving them an eerie glow in the crisp autumn night. A bloodied, headless farmer greeted guests slumped over on top of his rusted-out tractor by the front gate. A slight breeze scattered dead leafs around as she pulled into the nearly empty dirt parking lot. Good, it wasn’t going to be crowded like all the other ones; crowds tended to lessen the scare effect.
The dirt parking lot was not very easy to walk on in high heels, but she managed to make it to the old, cracked sidewalk and up the worn porch stairs. There was an old mailbox with the word ‘TICKETS’ painted in red, dripping letters. She had already purchased her ticket online several days ago along with one for her boyfriend. She stuffed the two tickets into the slot and went to the door. She thought it was a bit odd not to have a greeter to direct customers, but, again, the ad in the paper promised a very different kind of scare.
The front door was one of the old-fashioned kind with a brass doorknob and oval glass window. The curtained window had a pair of bloody handprints streaking down it. The door creaked loudly as she stepped inside.
A single electric candle flickering on the peeling wallpapered wall lit the entryway. There was a stairway ahead of her and what looked like a parlor room to her right. A dark hallway stretched down past the stairs and to the left was a beaded entryway to a darkened room. Everything was eerily quiet. It was definitely different from the other houses where everyone was channeled into room after scary room. This was much more like being in a slasher film where you didn’t know where the maniac was.
Slowly Brandy made her way into the parlor. The heavy curtains blocked out most of the outside light and the room was lit only by a single television set that sounded like it was playing static. As her eyes adjusted, she saw two headless corpses, a man and a woman, sitting on the sofa, their clothes drenched in glistening blood. Something moved on the old consol television set and she turned to look.
On the screen were two severed head, a man’s and a woman’s, floating. The television had been turned into a grotesque fishbowl and the heads were its sole occupants, their open eyes staring back at Brandy.
Icy shivers raced through her.
There was an open entryway past the parlor, spilling its amber-tinted light out into the room. A strange, muffled sound was coming from the room as Brandy cautiously made her way over. The dining room was dominated by a huge oak table and in the center of it was a young brunette, scantily clad in a tattered Dorothyesque dress, hogtied and gagged with duct tape. She was struggling quite wildly and her eyes caught Brandy’s. She screamed and struggled, her eyes wide and pleading for Brandy to untie her.
Brandy then noticed the bloody chainsaw beside her.
As the woman screamed and struggled, Brandy noticed the plate settings around the woman. Each had a bloody portion set in the center: a human heart, a severed hand, a part of a thigh and several piles of flesh that Brandy didn’t recognize. An inhuman feast had been set out and the bound girl was obviously the main course.
“Bye-bye,” Brandy laughed, waving to the captive woman as she continued on past the table.
Two entry ways beckoned her. One was a closed wooden door at the end of the room and another to her left. The one to the left probably led to the hallway. She decided to go to doorway.
The door opened up into a small pantry. The shelves were filled with glass jars with homemade labels. A single dim light bulb lit the narrow space as she peered at the contents, almost afraid of seeing what was inside. The first jar first looked like preserved carrots but were really severed fingers. Another held a variety of eyes, a staring blankly out of their glass prison.
“This is better than ‘Silence Of The Lambs,” Brandy said out loud to herself. She really wished Rick was here. He was a fan of slasher films and he would have really gotten a kick out of this house.
Brandy opened the door on the other side of the pantry and walked into a brightly lit kitchen. It was one of the old-fashioned kind tiled, painted and applianced all in white. It was sparkling clean save for the dripping red blood splatters everywhere. The sink was filled with bloody, torn clothes and costumes and several latex masks littered the floor. The kitchen table was littered with bloody knives and rusty iron manacles and half-filled glasses of blood sat on the counter. Carefully stepping over the pools of blood, she made her way over to the humming refrigerator.
Brandy was filled with a morbid curiosity more than anything. She wanted to see how much detail these people went to. So far, they had gotten everything soooo right. Even she was on edge. But deep down inside she knew it was all just props and red-dyed Karo syrup.
Brandy opened the fridge.
Inside was a collection of Mountain Dew and Pepsi cans, a few bottles of water and body parts neatly packaged in Saran wrap. There were more glass jars and a half-eaten sandwich with a cold cut that she didn’t want to know what of.
Then she heard footsteps above her.
In a real slasher film, she would almost be screaming for the next victim to get out of there. But she was here to get scared and up stairs seemed like the best place for that.
A door in the kitchen led back to the dark hallway. The only light was that spilling out of the dining room entry. She could still hear the girl moaning as she passed. God what she wouldn’t give to be a cast member here. On occasion she loved being tied up and to do it in public would be a thrill that would last a lifetime. At the end of the house, she would ask about being part of it next year.
Brandy climbed the creaking stairway to darkened hallway. All the doors were shut save one opened a crack at the end, its light forming a knife’s edge on the dark carpet. Slowly she made her way down the corridor, trying not to make a sound.
Gently, she eased the door open wider. The bedroom looked like a normal bedroom, with a big brass bed and a old oak dresser. However, piled on the bed were several coils of rope and some leather straps as well as something that looked like a whip.
“There you are!” a male voiced yelled as Brandy was grabbed.
Brandy was still in shock as he threw her onto the bed. She screamed and kicked as the stranger pinned her to the bed and pulled her arms in back of her. Quickly, he tied her wrists tightly, cinching them together. He then did the same to her elbows, pulling them as tightly together as he could.
Brandy kicked and Bucked as the man continued to bind her. Grabbing her flailing legs, he wrapped her ankles with rope and tied them as well as her knees.
“We can’t have you screaming like that,” the man said and Brandy heard the ripping of duct tape off the roll.
“NO, PLEASE. . . .Uggghhhmmmph!” Brandi yelled as a swatch of tape sealed her lips shut.
The man continued to tape her mouth with several more pieces of tape, turning her screams into muted mewls. In the back of her mind she kept chanting ‘This can’t be happening’ but it was. Maybe this was a slaughterhouse and she was going to be some gruesome entrée at some unholy banquet. She continued to struggle but the stranger’s bindings held fast.
Brandy felt him force her legs towards her wrists. Quickly, the man lashed them together. She was tied just like the woman downstairs on the table.
“Damn, I forgot something in the barn. Hold on while I go get it. I didn’t think there were any left.”
The bound blonde got a glance at her captor as he left the room. He was a tall, well-built man with close- cropped blonde hair and dark eyes. He was wearing a pair of blood-stained bib overalls and a plaid shirt. He was very good looking for a homicidal maniac.
Brandy struggled and bucked within her bonds, but nothing gave. Tears began to flow as she wondered what was going to happen to her. This was far beyond being frightened. She was terrified and there was no one to rescue her.
The stranger came back with a few things in his hand: A black leather collar with leash and a bright red vibrator.
Brandy’s eyes went wide and began to struggle anew.
“Damn girl, you’re a feisty one. You aren’t getting away so consider yourself caught. Now let’s see what we really have here.”
The man sat down on the bed beside Brandy and rolled her over on her side. She could tell as his eyes roved her body that he was undressing her, imagining what she was like underneath her tight red costume.
“You are one hot babe,” the stranger said.
Despite what was happening to her, Brandy blushed and tried to hide her face.
“I really mean it. You are absolutely beautiful. I am glad I was the one who caught you.”
Gently, he began to caress her breasts, pinching at her nipples until they stiffened with pleasure. Brandi found herself closing her eyes and enjoying the feeling. The stranger wasn’t brusque rather, his touch was more like a trusted lover. Soon the little jolts of pleasure shooting through her spread and she found herself rocking her hips slightly.
Brandy’s eyes shot open as she felt the top of her costume being pulled down, exposing her large breasts. He leaned over her and took one of her large, pale nipples into his mouth. His tongue licked around them and he gently pulled at them with his teeth, send more floods of pleasure through Brandy. He switched from one breast to another, causing her to moan loudly through her taped lips.
The stranger pushed her over some more and began to feel between her legs, finding that her costume snapped at the crotch. Brandy had gotten the costume online at an adult costume/lingerie website because Rick had a costume fetish and she was sure they would end up humping each other silly after their haunted house tour. As she felt him unsnap her costume, she wondered if she had made the wrong choice.
His fingers began to caress her through her stockings and Brandy found herself thrusting towards him. The desire was building inside of her, a torrent of pleasure that she couldn’t stem.
Brandy watched helplessly as he pulled her stockings down to reveal her soft nest of dark blonde curls. She kept herself neatly trimmed for Rick and now the stranger was running his fingers through it, petting her. Gently, he began caressing her sex again, running his fingers up and down her moistened slit and tickling at her swollen clit. Brandy began to thrust again, trying to get herself off. However, the stranger spread her lips and eased the large gel vibrator inside of her and turned it on, sending a rush of pure bliss flooding through her.
“Remember, no cumming until we get to the barn,” he said as he lifted her head and fastened the collar around her neck, “I need to get the other two and bring them back here so I can bring you all in together. I’ll be right back.”
Then the stranger left.
Brandy’s mind was in a whirl of confusion as she struggled against her ropes. The vibrator was doing its magic, however, and her struggles against her ropes were more for pleasure than escape. The torrent within her was growing and growing as she bucked on the bed until her orgasm engulfed her in pure rapture. Again and again it swept through her until she was spent from the effort.
“I am soooooo sorry,” a woman’s voice said, “Grant didn’t know.”
Standing beside the bed was the brunette from down stairs and the stranger holding onto the lead to her collar. Her hands were still tied behind her back and part of her tape gag was dangling beside her mouth. The strange man began to untie Brandy as the woman sat beside her.
“We closed down at Midnight so we could have our play party in the barn. Tonight we had a slave hunt and Grant thought you were one of the guests.”
“I didn’t know,” Grant said as he undid Brandy’s ankles.
“You see, this is a fund raiser for our B&D group. We are turning this old farm into a dungeon and this is one of the ways we fund it. God, you must think we are such a bunch of screw heads.”
Carefully, Grant peeled the tape from off of Brandy’s lips.
“I am so sorry,” the brunette apologized again.
Brandy was silent for a bit.
“I am sorry too. I didn’t know you were closed. If I had known. . .”
“I isn’t your fault. GRANT should have locked the door and closed the gate to the driveway. I guess he had other things on his mind,” the brunette said, “how can we make this up to you?”
Brandy was silent for a moment then smiled a slim smile, “For starters, why don’t you tie me up again and take me to the barn. I would like to finish the tour, if you don’t mind. This has been the best haunted house yet.”
Saturday, October 04, 2008
October's plans
I am planning a few things for October. For Halloween, look for 'The Masque', a story for the season. Also I am putting the finishing touches onto another chapter for 'Wrath' to be posted this month. And, if all goes well, an additional chapter to 'Summer Project'.
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Consensual versus Non-consensual: An informal Poll
Which do you prefer reading, consensual or non-consensual stories? It it a matter of curiosity more than anything else but it will also help steer where my writngs head. If at all possible, please let me know the 'why' in your answer as well.
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Seperate Vacation posted
Seperate Vacation has been sent to Stories Online, BDSM library, Gromet and Gagged Utopia as well as the bondage forum. Please let me know what you think.
Monday, September 01, 2008
Stories Here
I really don't know how many readers come here, but I guess I have to ask if people would like to see the stories put into this blog. . .perhaps before being posted elsewhere. Please let me know if you like the idea.
T.S.
T.S.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Sometimes the muse won't let you stop
'The Summer Project' has a new chapter, number 15, and another nearly complete. Gromet has the former as well as Stories Online. I have started other projects, such as 'Death Of A Blanket Hog' and the sequel to 'Maid Service Requested', but 'The Summer Project has been luring me away from those. 'Wrath' has a new chapter nearly complete as well but until I get 'Summer' out of my system, it may be awhile before you see anything else.
As a side note, I really appreciate the letters. Think of them as payment to this author. So please, write and comment. I might not respond immediately, but I do read all of them with relish.
As a side note, I really appreciate the letters. Think of them as payment to this author. So please, write and comment. I might not respond immediately, but I do read all of them with relish.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Chapter 14 of 'The Summer Project'
The latest installment of 'The Summer Project' is in the hands of Gromet. Since he is the largest repositor of my work, I am letting him post it first before I send it to other sites. Please be patient. Now, off to my next story, 'Death Of A Blanket Hog."
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Chapter 13 of 'Summer Project' is here
Another chapter to 'The Summer Projet' has been submitted to gromet and should be posted soon. You can get to Gromet's Plaza by clicking on the link. As for the next project, who knows. But please tell me what other stories you would like to see add to or any ideas about stories you would like to see.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
What do you want to see?
Now that I have a little more time freed up for writing, what would you want to see more of? Please let me know. The next chapter of 'Summer Project' is being worked on but is there any other stories you would like to see added onto or a sequel created for. I look forward to your comments.
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
It has been awhile
Greetings,
It has been a very long while since I have done any writing. A collision of having lots of new family members living with me and a hectic work schedual has ate to any writing time that I once had. However, there is a new Chapter of 'The Summer Project' posted on Gromet's site as well as others and a new story 'Maid Service Requested'. Outlines for a few more stories still lurk in my computer and I hope to do another chapter of 'The Summer Project' soon.
It has been a very long while since I have done any writing. A collision of having lots of new family members living with me and a hectic work schedual has ate to any writing time that I once had. However, there is a new Chapter of 'The Summer Project' posted on Gromet's site as well as others and a new story 'Maid Service Requested'. Outlines for a few more stories still lurk in my computer and I hope to do another chapter of 'The Summer Project' soon.
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