A Darkened Room -an erotic short story of dominance by Anna Holm
A darkened room; in corners red candles are slowly dripping down from their gothic chandeliers. Two shivering shadows in each corner make the naked room tremble with fright. As the girl in the right corner looks over at the boy in the left corner she realizes that the walls are covered with chains and all kinds of other brutal toys that her innocence has not let her ever see before. A heavy key turns a thick door adorned with hooks and spikes and the mistress enters dressed in a long gown and as she moves, the rubber material in the dress slicks tight against her voluptuous body.
In her right hand she is gripping a black roman whip and her other hand are adorned with long, red, sharp nails that one can tell from one look is also used for the upcoming torture that will lead the frightened couple to heights never imagined. She walks over to the boy, stares down at him with electricity in her eyes. Gleaming in the shattered candle light her diamond-ring clad right hand grips the whip and she teases him by running it against his face while gripping the only adornment on his body, a dog-collar, to make him get on all fours in front of her so that she can whip him for him being afraid. He should know that she would not cause him more harm than he truly wants.
Like a good dog for her, he gets on all fours and with anticipation he waits for the leather to hit him, naked from behind, but it is with great surprise that she shoves a giant dildo up his virgin ass. The pain is indescribable. Why would his mistress do this to him? Has he not always done to her what she wished for? He quivers, and lets out a muffled cry, but as she moves the toy in deep and slow motions he realizes that his mistress always is right as he gives in to the pain and surrenders to the pleasure that he is dealed. And just as he reaches the cliff to forget himself, the movement stops. With some surprise and a lot of disappointment he looks up at his mistress, who as a reply stares down with eyes that show that she can read every thought of his, and she laughs, and turns on her stiletto heels and walks to the girl who barely has been able to keep her eyes open. But she knows that closing her eyes means making her mistress unhappy. So she looks up at the beauty that towers over her and longs to be able to pleasure her and make her soar. There is only one pleasure of a true slave, to pleasure the mistress with no wish in return.
But the mistress leans over her bitch (for to her, she is a dog) and scratches her under her chin with her razor-sharp nails, but not hard enough to cut the skin. She motions to the girl to rise to standing. She puts a leash on the girl's collar, which is also her only piece of clothing. With her left hand she pushes the girl to walk toward the boy, still shivering form his bounds of pleasure, but happily waiting for more, like the dog he is. As the girl approaches him, he gets up onto his knees and wraps his arms around her lower body and breathes in the moisture of her. The mistress, losing patience pulls on the girl's leash and tells her to lie down on her back while all the time tugging at the leather leash. The girl follows her mistress orders and lies down waiting for what prospects are to come. The boy, on his knees and hands again, is growing more and more impatient, wanting what is lying before him, open bodied, like an embraceable black rose, but the mistress cannot decide what to let them do until she glances at the heavy door. She has the best game.
She takes the boy by his hand and takes him to the door where from the hooks hang chains and cuffs. She chains him to the door and he realizes that right in his back are three sharp spikes that force him to stand leaning his body forward so that, quite shamelessly, his lower abdomen shoots out toward the girl lying flat on the wooden floor. The mistress pulls on the girl's leash and motions her to lay so that her straight ahead view is the throbbing shaft of the boy standing chained to the gothic door. She collects a hoop of rough rope and proceeds to tie the girl up. Her arms are tied over her head to the boys ankles and with her latex stiletto the mistress spreads the girl's legs in spread eagle and ties each ankle to hoops in the floor that are evenly distributed in the chamber of sinful pleasures. She proceeds to place a mirror in front of the frothing lower mouth of the girl who shakes for the least touch her mistress gives her. The mirror allows the boy to see every movement of pleasure that the girl makes as their mistress takes a riding crop and proceeds to slap her feet with it.
It seems that with every hit a sharp current rises through the leg right to the heart of the pleasure and the girl's vagina and clitoris throbs and fills with blood and becomes more sensitive then ever and all the time the boy tries to contain his indescribable pleasure. He cannot allow himself to arrive, because the jerk of pleasure may cause the spikes in his back to dig into his pale flesh. He lets out a yelp, because he no longer can stand the anticipation and the mistress smiles a gleeful smile with her crimson lips and walks up to the boy slowly and playfully teases the throbbing, painfully swelling cock with a feather she retrieves from within her overflowing cleavage. The boy cannot take it anymore, he cries out in pain and pleasure as his life liquid shoots out on top of the unsuspecting girl and the spikes dig in a centimeter into his flesh. Blood trickles out and the mistress strokes his face with her fingers as she unfastens his handcuffs, but she leaves the foot cuffs on.
She tells him to get on all fours over the girl so that she can give him oral pleasure while he services her throbbing clit. The mistress proceeds to lick the blood off the boy's back until it stops bleeding and all the while the two slaves shiver in pleasure as the 69 takes them both to new heights.
When the girl can barely take it anymore and her moans are almost desperate, pleasure shooting out into her limbs like a thousand needles, the mistress motions to the boy to stop and shows him that she has freed his ankles from the cuffs. The girl's hands are still tied to the ground, but the boy is no longer fettered to anything. The wildness of the boy has made the mistress jealous. She seats herself between the legs of the girl and spreads her own legs and motions with a long index finger for the boy to come to her.
First, she takes the log in her mouth, but when she realizes it gives the boy more pleasure then her, she grabs him by the balls and pulls the cock out of her mouth almost in disgust and almost throws him down on the floor. She pulls him closer to her until he is connected to the girl by their genitals. His cock stands erect waiting for the mistress's pussy and she lowers herself on top of him her tight vagina swallowing his thick shaft. The warmth is sweet for the boy and he buckles with his hips as she goes up and down, first slowly, then faster and faster, until the boy has to jerk his head back in intense pleasure and the burning gaze of the mistress eats his flesh. The girl underneath them also taking part in the pleasure in the shape of moans and soft movements that help the manic sexual actions of the boy and his mistress.
When the peak is near the mistress leans backwards and somehow unties the girl's hands and motions for the girl to unzip the front of the dress. The girl obeys and takes the naked breasts in her hands and goes on the massage, squeeze and pleasure the mistress's nipples that already are hard and erect.
The peak makes the boy's body shake with insane pleasure and his eyes roll back into his head. The mistress screams out and deep moan-like cry of utter pleasure. The boy may be exhausted, but it takes more for the mistress to tire. She takes her latex dress off and all she is wearing are silk stockings with a black guarder-belt and her latex stilettos. She turns over to the girl and crawls over her, just letting her moist clean-shaven pussy touch the stomach of her. She parks herself over the face of the girl who with florid passion proceeds to pleasure the clit with her eager tongue. She sucks it, nibbles at it, and flicks it with her tongue. All the while the mistress holds the girl's arms down with her legs. When she cums, she relaxes her legs and practically sits on the girl's face. As the air supply is cut out for the girl she starts to wriggle under the mistress's grip. This is pleasure to the girl and while sitting over her mouth the mistress takes out two little instruments from the lining of her stockings. They are nipple clamps. She places them on the girl's erect nipples and tightens them until the girl screams in painful pleasure. The scream prompts the mistress to saddle off. The girl, in shock, reaches for her nipples with her now free hands in attempt to loosen the grip of the metal clamps but the mistress is faster than the girl. With the riding crop she gives her a rap on her fingers that makes hte girl draw her fingers back in agonizing pain and she licks her reddened hands like a hurt animal. She creeps backwards into her corner where she sits cooped up watching the mistress who is now proceeding toward the boy who has just had enough time to regain his power and will to be pleasured.
The mistress motions to the boy who had been sitting watching his mistress give into immeasurable pleasure. He had in awe watched the girl be choked by the moist sexual heart of the mistress, and he had longed to pleasure his mistress like that and to be so brutally bound down like the girl had and as if his dreams were answered the mistress grabs the rope that previously had been used and binds his hands and feet to the floor and while he is laying there, she gets two other toys from the corner of the room. One of them is a blindfold made out of rubber, the other is a long, black satinribbon, but since his eyes are covered he can only feel the mistress softly tying the ribbon around his scrotum. The mere touch of her makes him shiver with delight and the soft half-bone turns into the full-grown, throbbing log that his mistress so adores. She licks the head of it, lightly and then suddenly stops and for a while, there is only silence, and the boy starts to get scared and worried that he has been left alone with his throbbing cock. Then he feels a slight tug at the satin ribbon, but it is gentle and not firm like the grip of a mistress. He wonders at the softness of the touch, but when the moisture takes him in whole and squeezes his vast log to the top of pleasure he forgets about everything and the satin ribbon is softly used like a rodeo leash. When both the beings are moaning in pleasure the blind fold is taken off the boys face and what is sees is the girls fragile body. The exctacy of being takin in by something so fresh and beautiful throws him over the edge and they both scream in pleasure. His scream is deep and heavy and her scream, almost like a pant, as if her voice is to faint to carry her immense pleasure.
As they come down together their musks mix and in their eyes are tears and as they surrender to lie close to eachother. They grasp eachothers hands and hear the heavy door open, close and lock as the mistress once again disappears like she always does.