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Natalia Jacobs was on her way to sunny South Florida. Though, not because of the sun, the beach or the salty air. She had been notified that her sister was in the hospital. The story was strange and she tried not to dwell on it too much. No sense in jumping to conclusions with so little information. The news was that her sister would be okay but Natalia was still worried. Her sister, Quinn, had been found asphyxiated in a sex club. That sounded pretty gruesome. She wondered how that could have even happened. Did they not have any safety protocols in place to keep that sort of thing from occurring? Not that Natalia knew anything about sex clubs or, to be honest, much about sex in general. Her life had been sheltered until recently. She had common sense though and it seemed like that was the kind of place that the owner would have made safe for patrons.Anyway, what was Quinn thinking? Going to a place like that with people that obviously didn't care for her. Didn't she have any friends
DanielI was disgruntled when Brandt asked me to show Quinn's sister around the club. What if they decided to sue and were just here gathering information? Brandt indicated that was what his insurance was for and not to worry. Well, wasn't it my job to worry about this place, like literally? I was prepared to be tight-lipped and vague when necessary. There were two things I brought with me when I went to meet Quinn's sister, Natalia. One was a waiver, much like the one Quinn had to sign to step foot in this place. We didn't let anyone in without it. I also had with me a BDSM check-list. When this mystery woman stepped beyond the lobby with the intention of playing, she needed to know some things. Since, I assumed she was a newbie, the check-list would basically explain some stuff, so I didn't have to spell it out for her.Not that I was embarrassed or ashamed. No, never that. I believed and practiced this lifestyle whole-heartedly. I've tried
NataliaWe were at the double doors that led into the club. We could have walked in as acquaintances but I had just signed a slave contract. My heart felt like it was skipping beats. Um, why did I do that? I was starting to panic. I hadn't even given myself time to think about it, not really. I didn't really have time to analyze it. Though I knew that wanted to be tied to him, but as a slave? I hadn't done nearly enough research to figure out what it is that I've really signed up for, but now he can't get rid of me for a week. I'm his, a slave. A sex slave without sex. Oh shit, what have I done? I lamented to myself. Daniel's boss had said he had to show me around. I could have just done that and been gone from this place. Instead, I was now attached to this man for seven whole days.This beaitifully gorgeous man. He was so tall. He towered over me and made me feel small, even though I was five feet, eight inches. Not a short woman at all, he
Daniel"I have another rule for you." I decided to make known while she basked in a post-orgasmic haze. "You do not speak until I ask a question. You do everything I say but you say nothing in return."I looked at her knowing I sounded cruel. I was memorizing her face, wishing I could see her body, all of it was within my grasp but she had stipulated a rule I wasn't going to break. No, I was going to make her want the change herself. She would beg me to change it. I saw it in her eyes the minute the new rule went click in her head. She looked a bit nervous and I wanted to savor the feeling. It had been a while since I had something so delicious under my control. I was fooling myself. I'd never had someone so...captivating her as mine before. I'd never taken a woman as a slave either. She was my first. I grinned in wicked delight at the thought.Natalia. Mine. My little slave. My cock is rock hard but I'm not a slave to it. I watched Natalia closely all night. Her curiosity was divine.
Natalia"I'm going to fuck you now. Scream as loud as you want."Those were the words Daniel used as he thrust his thick cock into that girl. She was so eager. Had he fucked her before? She had called him by name, she knew who he was. Had he done this with her many times? Something in my chest felt tight at the thought. My pussy was throbbing so hard it was like it had its own heartbeat.I got a good look at his dick as he fisted it before rolling on a condom. Daniel had slid his zipper down and fisted his cock. I was facing him and that girl. I had a perfect view from my knees, eye level with the action, so to speak. He was big and had, what I would later find out was a six-gauge circular barbell pierced into the head of his dick. I watched it glint in the dim light before he covered it with latex. Even now, I shudder, wondering what that would feel like rubbing the walls inside my cunt, hitting deep. I heard her cry out as he thrust into her and bottomed out, his balls slapping at he
NataliaI was nervous. I had a life, though it wasn't much of one, to be sure. What would my life be like outside of these walls now that I had signed that contract? My life isn't my own anymore. That thought hit me hard. I'd been taking care of myself for a long while. Before that, I was a care giver. Now though? I had to answer to someone and with that there was a lot of trepidation. I berated myself for the umpteenth time for not thinking this whole thing through.Daniel slid a plate of food in front of me and I smothered my pancakes and bacon with syrup. I blurted out what I wanted to say before I lost my nerve."Tomorrow I have to go back to the hospital. Then I need to feed my sister's cat at her apartment and pick up some clothes, I guess? I had planned to stay there a few days while Quinn was in the hospital. What I need to know are your expectations. As your slave, what kind of freedoms do I have? Will I be allowed to do those things as your slave? Will I have any free time ap
DanielThat couldn't be right. Nope. No. No way. The thought never crossed my mind. Natalia was twenty years old. She couldn't still be a virgin. Not that I was calling her a liar. I was just surprised. When I first met her, I remember thinking that she was probably not a girl that slept around but not ever? Geez.I had left her in my room, in my bed and took myself back out to the living room. I was sprawled on my couch, beer in my hand. I had thought I might get drunk, but on beer it would take too long. I didn't go for the hard liquor in the cabinet though. Too many things on my mind. I'd make an error in judgement. I thought she would be a little more like Quinn and Quinn was far, very far from virginal.Natalia was so quick to accept the contract as my slave. She had barely hesitated. Then I thought of the scene last night. I'd let a virgin watch me insert a butt plug and then fuck the shit out of a sub. I demanded it. I'd collared her. A virgin slave. What were the odds? I wasn't
NataliaI watched surprise rush over his features. To date, I had been nothing but submissive to him. I'd done everything he asked, followed him around like a lost puppy, on an actual leash. My posture now was anything but meek. I stiffened my backbone while he just stared at me. If I was no longer his slave, then I was my own again. I could speak to him however I wanted.I pulled at the collar around my throat. "Unlock this thing. We are now on equal footing." He walked to me slowly and put down what he was holding. With his hands free, he took the key from his pocket. He leaned towards me and I looked him straight in the eyes. I held his stare until he was too close. His eyes flicked to my mouth and I felt a tingle in my spine. I waited, never backing down. Heat radiated from him and still he didn't touch me."You're so sure that's what you want?" He asked, his husky voice dusting over me. I controlled my body's response to him. I had to for my own sanity."Your rejection is plain to
AnalieseWhen I woke, I was sore everywhere, it seemed. I flipped on my stomach and pushed myself off the bed. When I went to the bathroom, I stood over the toilet, not even trying to sit down. That was only ten licks. He had promised twenty, and I had a feeling he would deliver the rest. I had requested the riding crop next, and I wasn't looking forward to it at the moment.Then I thought about all the things he did as a whole, and I was ready to go find him. He'd denied me orgasms so far. I was hoping for a final result with fireworks at the end. My throat was sore, my as8s was sore. If he fu8cked me that hard again, my pus8sy would be sore - I did feel a slight twinge - but it was nothing compared to the other pain. It wasn't even noon yet.I wasn't complaining, however. I had gotten so wet, so hot and bothered while he spanked me that my pu8sy was quivering by the time he slid inside me. I would have orgas8med in just a few more strokes. I didn't want Oscar to know that I was enjo
OscarI wasn't really mad anymore, but she didn't need to know that. I would never touch her in anger. That was a big no-no for a Dom. She'd chosen the wooden paddle and I would need her on her feet, bent over the edge of the bed. The wood was thick and long, kinda like me (hehe), so I wanted to make sure that I got her butt cheeks. The fattiest areas were best for this device. I didn't want to mistakenly hit her back, which I wouldn't, but I wanted to be safe. This was her first punishment and her first real spanking. Twenty licks was a lot too, but I couldn't go easy on her. She put herself in danger by leaving and going to his house, even if he wasn't there.Nope. Stop thinking about it. I didn't want to risk getting angry again. I was interested in what she and Mindy had to say to one another, but that could wait. I would scold her while she received her punishment. She needed a good dressing down. I worried about her the whole time she was gone. I got enough shi8t going on not to
MindyThere was a knock at the door. It was only eight in the morning. I didn't usually have visitors knock so early, so it was curious. I was an early riser, a thing that drove Dylan crazy. He hated getting up early and usually worked a second or third shift so he could sleep in. He never came home last night, which was also curious. I wondered if this had something to do with that.An ominous feeling fell over me. It sucked because I was on a serious high after my night with the guys. It had been wonderful, and it made me examine why I had put up with Dylan for all these years. Kent and J.J. were seriously good lovers without the bent of cruelty that Dylan had. It was a revelation really. I didn't feel used or abused or taken for granted this morning. I'd felt delighted.I looked out the peephole with a bit of shock. Analiese. She was a bit older, but exactly how I remember her from high school. I was going to get some bad news, I just knew it. I opened the door to face my fate."He
OscarAna made some valid points. She wanted to be informed about things going on in her own life. I get that. Not many people like to be left in the dark, especially when it pertains to their own lives. I had my reasons for not giving her the plan, mostly because I didn't want her inside freaking out about what was going on outside. I didn't have time to get her out of here, not when I thought Dylan might be out there watching.I didn't want to wait until dinner. I lied a bit when I said I was calling Moe. I needed to ask Bill to look around the house and see if he finds any indication that someone had been looking in the windows at her old house. I don't think this is the first time Dylan has done something like this. I need information to move forward.It was one of the days that Bill decided to work from home. He went outside immediately when I explained the situation. He remembered Dylan from the high school days and knew that something had happened to break them up. I had explai
AnalieseThere is a war going on inside me. First, I want to be strong. I am strong. I've gotten through to the other side of what could have been a tragedy in my life. The second part, I needed help to get there. Oscar was there for me every step of the way. I no longer sit around moping, thinking why me? I moved forward towards the goal of being myself again. So then, I'm strong again. A continuous and seemingly endless circle.Where would I be if he hadn't called me that first night in the car after our rescue? I shudder to think that I would be lying around my house, depressed and alone. With no hope. What is worse than living without hope? Nothing. Those without hope struggle to live, to move on and recover. They often use violence against themselves. They become addicts to escape. They may even contemplate death. I cringe. I'd never been down that road in my mind before and shied away from its implications.Oscar didn't talk about it with me last night, but I know Dylan was afte
MindyDylan left after he showered. I didn't expect him home anytime soon. When he says he'll be late, it's always true. I'm surprised that he actually left me alone. He's never had me entertain the guys without him supervising and directing the action. He's definitely the dominant personality of their trio. I was wondering how Kent and J.J. would act without Dylan here while I made dinner for one. I knew Dylan would get something to eat while he was out. It was his M.O.Because I knew him so well, I also knew he stepped out on me occasionally. I used to let it bother me, but once I realized he was never going to marry me, I let my heart grow cold for him. Now we are basically nothing more than friends with benefits. Roommates who fu8cked. He would call me his submissive. And while I was submissive to him, I didn't really like that title. I liked to say we were fuc8k buddies. Anyway, I'd taken up messing around with other men too. So I guess you could say we are even.I don't flaunt my
Dylan (POV by request)Warning: Degradation and Humiliation Kink That May Be Disturbing for Some Readers.As soon as Mindy came home from work, I pulled her inside and threw her over the back of the couch. I shoved her dress up and pulled her thong aside. My di8ck had been hard all day from seeing Analiese. She was so pretty and innocent looking. I'd been so close to fu8cking her back in high school. I put in all the work, then she found out about me and Mindy. To top it off, Oscar got involved, and it was game over for me with Ana. I've been pretty resentful ever since.Mindy had only been a toy to pass time with back then. I needed to fu8ck and Mindy liked to spread her legs. Next thing I knew, we had moved in together. She was no innocent. Not like Ana. I know I would have been her first, if I had just been more discreet. Fuc8ing Mindy behind the bleachers was a colossal mistake. It had been Mindy's idea. She loves public se8x even to this day. But Mindy was a who8re. She had fuc8ke
OscarI watched her fine ass walk away from me and I sighed. Now was not the time to get hard. I used my imagination anyway. Ana would go to the bedroom and get naked. Her beautiful body would be bare in a few moments, and I was stuck out here with this douche8bag. I looked down at him when he moaned. He'd be awake soon. My neighbors didn't seem to notice the fight, but they will notice the cops milling around soon. I hear the sirens stop wailing as they pull along the street outside the gate.I told Ana the story I would tell the cops. She was smart enough to follow my lead. The story was mostly true, I just happened to be outside waiting for the sick fu8ck instead of inside with Ana. Dylan's fingerprints were on the window and screen if the cops bothered to check. I knew they would haul him away tonight. I just hope it was enough to keep him in jail a little while. Trespassing by itself probably wasn't going to do it. I hope they got him for breaking and entering, even though he nev
AnalieseCoco hears something. I look up from my phone when I see her ears co8ck to the side. I'm sitting on the couch playing a game on my phone, trying to distract myself from the fact that Oscar isn't home yet. I'm not scared or anything. I've talked with my mom and Kylie. I figured it was a good time to do those things while Oscar was out.Kylie seems to be doing well. She told me that Brody was out as well, so I told her that they guys were most likely together, planning something against Dylan. We discussed what we thought they might do. Knowing they had killed before and recently, probably crossed both of our minds, but we didn't discuss that. It wouldn't be wise, obviously, and it was too fresh. And I hated that all those good men, including my own father, were in on something like that. I had not even talked to Oscar about it. I would one day, but sometime in the future. I didn't want the details just yet. It was enough to know that those thugs would never hurt anyone else ag