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Hi everyone! My name is Jayden Vincente (or J. R. Vincente) and I am an author of erotic fiction. I’ve been writing for over 15 years and published my first novel in 2015! I am active in the BDSM lifestyle and have been focusing my writing on Dominant and submissive relationships. My husband (and Dom), Richard, often writes with me on my blog. We enjoy writing together, but we haven’t ventured into writing a novel together (yet). Maybe someday. Please check out my published works, but also look for links across the top for long-form stories on the A to Z Challenge pages, as well as Short Story Collections I’ve written. All are guaranteed to make you squirm in your seat. 😉 Enjoy!
What would you do with the sudden opportunity to explore any facet of sexuality and BDSM with no judgment, prejudice, or dangerous consequences? In Mara’s community of Zebulon, that’s what she’s about to find out. With endless possibilities for exploration, she’s asked to work on a special assignment—an offer that will change the course of her life.
Welcome to Chapter 18 of my Dominatrix Series! If you missed the previous installments, you might want to go back to Chapter 1. Will Mistress Parker get answers to all her questions from James? Read on to find out!
~Jayden
Chapter 18:
I head home to get ready for the photo shoot and go through the motions without really thinking about it. Shower, shave, makeup, hair. It’s all routine to me now. I love my photographer. She does a phenomenal job of capturing me. I don’t really understand how she does it, but she does.
The time flies by, and before I know it, my photographer is gone, it’s 6:50, and James is due in ten minutes. I have my bathrobe on over a hot red number we had just finished photographing when James pulls into the driveway.
He rings the bell, and I buzz him up.
“I’m not quite ready yet, pet,” I say when he gets to the top of the stairs.
“That’s okay, Mistress. I am a bit early,” he says.
I decide that I’m done tiptoeing around the issues. I’m just going to be myself. I’m his Mistress. He’s my pet. And maybe now I stop taking payment and start sleeping with him. That’s fine. So I’m going to operate as though nothing is wrong. I am a confident woman. “I just finished a photo shoot,” I say, slipping my bathrobe off and draping it over the chair near the stairs. “What should I wear for dinner, pet?”
He swallows hard. “What dinner?”
I blink at him and smirk.
“Oh, right, the dinner I’m taking you to right now. That dinner.”
I nod slowly, “That dinner.”
“I’m sorry, Mistress, I just got so distracted seeing you in that lingerie. You look so sexy.”
“Thank you, pet,” I say, walking closer to him, my heels clicking on the hardwood floor.
He seems unsure of what to do, as our usual protocol has him undressing when he arrives, but we’re going out. I stop when I’m standing directly in front of him. Even in heels, he has to look straight down to meet my gaze. “May I touch you, Mistress? Please?”
I nod, and he puts his hands on my hips. I can feel their warmth through the thin fabric of the lingerie.
“Can I be honest with you, Mistress?”
“Always, pet.”
“I want to tear these clothes off you right now. Just rip these thin straps clear off.”
“Are you feeling a bit like a predator right now, pet?”
He nods.
“That’s unlike you, pet. Usually, you’re my prey, not a predator.”
He nods again. “I don’t know, Mistress. I want you to still be in charge, but I want to wrestle you, rip your clothes off, pin you down.”
I smile. “That does sound fun, pet. But not these clothes. These are nice ones, and I want to keep them.”
He nods.
“Maybe I should take them off to keep them safe from you.”
He smiles. “Be my guest, Mistress.”
I slip the heels off first, leaving myself barefoot in the hallway. As I make my way toward the play space, I drop the lacy red number piece by piece on the floor.
James drops to his knees and crawls after me, actually stopping to sniff my clothes as he goes.
“Smell good, pet?” I ask.
“Yes, Mistress. Are you turned on, Mistress?”
He crawls right up to me, where I am standing naked in the middle of the room, and puts his nose right up near my cunt. “What do you think, pet?” I ask, and I press his face right between my legs.
His tongue comes out, and he starts lapping at my folds. “You taste amazing, Mistress,” he says, and his voice is muffled by the fact that I won’t let him pull away from my body.
It feels good, and I want him to get me off, but I’m not sure it’s a good idea. Actually, I’m pretty sure it’s a bad idea since we really do need to talk about where things stand between us. But I can’t help it. He was so cute crawling around sniffing my clothes, and now his tongue is on me, and it feels so good.
I grip him by his hair and practically drag him over to the couch. I sit down, spreading my legs for him.
“Do it right, pet. Standing up isn’t a good angle for either of us.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he dives back between my legs. His fingers find my core and probe deep inside me. I squeeze around him. His tongue finds my clit immediately, and I am entranced.
I almost don’t notice that he’s sliding his fingers in and out, completely, though. Usually, when men finger men, they don’t pull out all the way. And then I realize that he has one finger positioned at my ass and two at my pussy. They’re all wet with my juices, and he’s starting to press them inside. Do I want him in my ass right now?
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June 7 question – If you ever did stop writing, what would you replace it with?
Jayden: Music. I miss playing the piano and singing at home, but I haven’t had a lot of time. Truth be told, I don’t do a lot of writing these days, except for school. But it’s always there in my life.
Richard: Whittling. I keep saying I’d like to whittle more. Someday, I’d like to do a whole chess set.
Welcome to Chapter 17 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you need to do some catching up. This week, find out who the mysterious woman at the coffee shop is. Murderer? Stalker? Potential client? All of the above? Read on to find out!
~Jayden
Chapter 17:
I finish scheduling some social media posts, keeping an eye on the dark-haired woman staring at me. She’s sitting down, but I can tell that she’s tall. She’s thin with a beautiful dark skin tone. I just can’t figure out where I know her from.
I look down at my laptop to schedule another post, and when I glance up, she’s gone.
She had had a coffee cup in front of her, and it’s gone, too. Was she a figment of my imagination? But no. I don’t think so.
“Hi,” a voice says to my other side, and surprisingly, she’s there. Where did she come from?
“Hi,” I say.
“Can I sit here?” she asks, gesturing to the seat across from me.
“Uh, sure,” I say, wary. “Do I know you?” I ask. I want to be polite and figure out where I know her from without admitting I don’t remember her, but it’s more in my nature to be direct.
She smiles, setting her coffee cup down on the table. “Sort of.”
I cock my head, waiting for her to continue.
“I came to a party with Claudia one time. I’m Tessa.”
“Nice to see you again, Tessa.”
“I’m sorry if I was staring too much. You looked familiar at first, and I couldn’t remember where I had seen you before. I wanted to make sure you were the right person before I interrupted your breakfast. Or coffee, or whatever.”
I smile at her, at ease now, knowing she is a submissive one of my clients had brought to an open party. The memory of watching Claudia strap Tessa to my rig and flog her surfaces. “I only drink tea here,” I say, taking a sip from my cup.
“Tea, good choice. I like a good chai latte from time to time,” she says. “But I have to say, their coffee is the best in the city.”
“I don’t doubt that,” I say. “Their tea is top-notch.”
“Anyway, umm, well, I’m sorry that I interrupted your work.” She drops her voice to a whisper and adds, “Is this your full-time job? Being a,” she glances around like she’s going to use a bad word, “Dominatrix?”
I nod. “It is my full-time job.”
“Wow, that’s amazing.”
I nod again. “I love it, but it’s a lot of work.”
“Is it?” She gets wide-eyed. “Do you have to have sex with a lot of people?”
I refrain from rolling my eyes, but barely, and give her my patented spiel about how I’m not a prostitute, and I don’t have sex with clients. But in the back of my mind, flashes of my encounter with James keep slipping through, making me squirm in my seat.
“I just wondered, you know, if you could teach me?”
“Teach you what, Tessa?”
“Teach me how to, you know, be a Dominatrix?”
I raise one eyebrow at her. “Is that something you want?”
“It’s something my boyfriend wants,” she hisses back.
I tap my long nails on the table. “I could. My standard fee is $300 for a two-hour session with me. I am happy to work with both of you.”
“You would do that?” she asks.
I nod. “Yes, of course. How better to teach you than to work with both of you together?”
“That makes sense. That makes sense. Okay, umm, can I call you?”
“You can text me,” I say, and I hand her my business card.
She looks it over and says, “Mistress Parker. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” I say. I don’t know when I’m going to fit in another client, but with James moving, it shouldn’t be too hard. And I guess I don’t need as much advertising time if I’m becoming overbooked. Word of mouth seems to be working pretty well for me.
She takes her cup and leaves my table, mumbling a goodbye. She was so nervous it was cute.
After she’s gone, I start to think about James. Will he be jealous that I am working with Tessa and her boyfriend? Will he be jealous of the other submissives I already see? He can’t be. If he is, it won’t work. But what won’t work? Does he even want anything more than what we already have? Is this just physical to him? Was it just nice that he got to sleep with his Mistress one time, but now we’ll go back to being in a ‘professional’ relationship? So many questions and so few answers. But I need to get ready for my photo shoot, so I guess the questions will have to wait.
The author of TMI Tuesday has decided to end her reign, but we have decided to continue on, going back to the archives. We’re going to continue with 2012, even though it’s a day off since that was a leap year. So here we are with an archived set of questions.
We fell wayyyy behind and then Richard got sick (nothing major; just a sinus infection), so here are my responses anyway! Maybe Richard will catch up sometime soon. 🙂
TMI Tuesday April Redux
April 3rd, 2012:
Sex on Fire
1. Answer the question: What makes you hot?
Jayden: Richard. I can’t resist him.
2. What is it that you want, when you look at porn?
a. To feel happy
b. To learn
c. To relax, relieve tension
d. To orgasm
Jayden: d, of course. And maybe it’s to watch porn with Richard so we both get hot and bothered and then have sex, but the orgasm is an important part of that.
3. You’ve been asked to be a part of a porn movie production. Which job will you do? Why did you select that?
a. The star of the porn film–Doug Hardwicke or Fachina Istite
b. The director–staging the scenes and directing the actors, lighting, camera shots, etc.
c. The fluffer–you’re in charge of keeping the actors “excited” about their work
d. The camera person getting all the tight, up in there, close shots
Welcome to Chapter 16 of my Dominatrix Series! If you haven’t read the previous chapters, you might want to start back at Chapter 1. Today, we’ll find out what happens after the Mistress gets ready for her meeting, and what twists await her in her day!
~Jayden
Chapter 16:
Wrapped in my bathrobe, I scamper home for clean clothes. I drag a brush through my hair and put it back into a ponytail. And then I’m back at the play space, smelling the cinnamon buns and wishing desperately that I could cancel my meeting, but I need to attend. It’s a board meeting for a group interested in bringing in some outside kink experts. They are more of a swinger’s group than a kinky one, but their attendees’ interests overlap. It would be huge for me to be a part of it. I would really be able to get my name out there, maybe get more clients, definitely rent out my space more, and they would pay me to bring in my gear. It’s essential to my business.
James is waiting for me, a cinnamon bun on a paper plate. “You can take your cinnamon bun to go if you need to, Mistress.”
“Thank you, James.” I kiss him on the cheek and then take a bite of the cinnamon bun. It melts in my mouth, and I melt. “This is amazing.” I realize that baking pre-made cinnamon rolls from the fridge is hardly rocket science, but it was still very thoughtful, and they are delicious.
“You’re welcome, Mistress.” He’s beaming at me.
“Don’t you have to go to work today or something?” I ask him.
He shakes his head. “I quit my job to get ready to go to Maine.”
I nod. “I forgot that you quit your job. What’s keeping you so busy, then?”
“Packing. I’m giving up my apartment here.”
I raise my eyebrows at him. I knew he said he would visit me on his breaks (how else was he going to get off?), but I didn’t realize that he was going to give up his apartment.
“I thought I told you that, Mistress. I’m sorry.”
“No, it’s fine, pet. I’m just surprised.”
I run through my schedule for the day in my head. I need to get out the door in the next three minutes or I’ll be late for this meeting. Afterward, I was going to spend some time doing advertising copy, and then I planned a photo shoot for my online fans.
“Why don’t you go and do whatever you need to do, and maybe we can grab dinner tonight?”
“Dinner?” he looks like I just offered him a million dollars.
I nod. “Pick me up at 7:00.”
“Yes, Mistress,” he says, and he kisses me on the cheek.
I make it to the meeting with seconds to spare, my belly warm with cinnamon bun and tea. I want to go back to bed. Actually, I want to go back to bed with James. But instead, I sit through the meeting. I smile and offer commentary where appropriate, and I agree with them enough to make it seem like I am totally on board with what they want. In the end, I pretty much am, but I also know that I will take almost any deal they offer me.
“Well, Miss Parker, I think we can say that we’re off to a great start here. I think we’ll do well combining our clientèle.”
“Thank you,” I say. “I look forward to working with all of you.”
I leave a few minutes later with a contract in my email that I need to get my lawyer to review. As happy as I am that the meeting went well, I’m too distracted by thoughts of James to focus on where I’m going. I go to my favorite coffee shop and set up my laptop to get my advertising done.
Eventually, I get absorbed into my work and manage to get a lot done when I notice a woman across the shop staring at me. Openly staring.
She looks a little familiar, but I can’t place her. But it’s clear that she knows me.
Thanks for checking out Chapter 15 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you’ve missed the beginning. Today, we find out if Mistress brings James home with her, and what happens next!
~Jayden
Chapter 14:
I don’t remember him taking the condom off before our shower, but he must have because it’s not there now. He washes his own hair but lets me wash his body like I often do when we have scenes. But now I’m in the shower with him. I’ve never gotten in the shower with a client before. Can I even call him that anymore? What the hell was I doing? I should never have let this get so far, but it’s like a runaway freight train.
We towel off in an awkward silence. I don’t bother with makeup, but I do pick up my hair brush.
“May I?” he asks.
“Brush my hair?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“If you want to,” I say, skeptical. He’s never shown any interest in that before.
He takes the hairbrush, and his hands are gentle as he smooths out the knots in my hair. By the time he’s done, I’m lulled into a sense of safety and comfort, and I’m just standing in the bathroom with him.
Now what? I wonder.
“Thank you, Mistress,” he says, handing the hairbrush back to me.
I put it away and wrap the towel tighter around myself, feeling very on display suddenly.
“Would you like me to leave, Mistress?” he asks.
The word “No” escapes my lips before I have a chance to process what he even asked me. But my instinct was right. I don’t want him to leave. I want to take him to bed with me. I want to hold him all night long. I want to feel the hairs on his chest tickle my cheek while we fall asleep. We have cuddled a fair number of times after particularly intense scenes. It’s a part of our aftercare routine. But I know this is going to feel different. I clear my throat and then add, “Do you want to leave, James?”
“No, Ma’am,” he says immediately.
“Good,” I say, clearing my throat again. “Why don’t we pull out the sofa bed?”
He nods and does it immediately, taking off the cushions and then deftly finding and pulling the handle to swing the bed out. He takes the sheets from me that I’ve just gotten out of the closet, and we make the bed in unison. I get the pillows out of the closet while he drapes the comforter from the back of the couch across the bed. “Mistress, can I do anything for you?”
I shake my head and say, “Get into the bed, pet.”
He does, sliding his naked body between the sheets.
I do the same and curl into him, feeling his chest hair tickle my face just the way I imagined it would. Our naked bodies press together, and I am instantly aroused again.
“Mistress,” he whispers, “Thank you.”
“For what, pet?” I whisper back.
“For letting me back in.”
I nod against his body. “I’m glad you came back, pet.”
He strokes my hair softly. I want to stay awake and talk to him more. I want to find out what he’s thinking, how he’s feeling. I want to know if this changes everything for him, for me, for us. But I simply can’t. My eyes drift closed, and I fall asleep in his arms.
The sun filters in through the light curtains early the next morning. I stir restlessly and realize that I’m alone.
Why am I in the play space? Why didn’t I go home last night? And then the memories come flooding back. The scent and feel of James’ body against mine. The sex we shared. The intimate shower. And falling asleep in his arms.
I sit up, holding the sheet over my naked body. I am aroused by the memories, and I can smell my own arousal. I have half a mind to take a shower before James comes back. But did he leave, or is he here somewhere? I have no idea.
I look around for my robe and find it tossed aside. I slip it on and pad into the small kitchen the play space apartment has. James isn’t there, but something smells good. I switch on the oven light and can see cinnamon buns baking in the oven. I love cinnamon buns.
“Good morning!” James says, and I turn around to find him coming in the door. I don’t know where my phone is or why I didn’t notice the alarm. I guess I was too tired to realize, and now my phone is in the other room.
“Good morning, pet,” I say.
He hands me tea, and I take it, sipping it gratefully. It’s made exactly the way I like it. “Good morning, Mistress. I got you tea and made the cinnamon rolls I found in the fridge. I hope that’s okay.”
I smile at him and say, “Of course. I’m glad you did. They smell amazing.”
Then I glance at the clock on the stove and remember I have a meeting in half an hour.
“Oh shit,” I say. “I have to get ready. I have a meeting at 9:00 am.”
“Oh,” he says. “That’s okay.”
“How long until the cinnamon buns are done?” I ask.
“Five minutes,” he says, checking his watch.
“I’ll be right back.”
Welcome to Chapter 14 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t read the previous installments. Today, we’re going to read some steamy sex between our resident Domme and her pet. How is that going to change their relationship?
~Jayden
Chapter 14:
His cock is so big, and it feels so good. I wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life as he fucks me, standing right there. He carries me a few steps to the side and puts me up against the wall. It’s cold on my bare back, but I don’t care. My nails rake down his back, and he groans.
“Yes, more,” he moans in my ear.
I do it again. And again. And again. I’m sure I’m leaving red marks on his back. I want to mark him.
He seems to be tiring out, which is understandable. “Sit on the couch, pet,” I whisper into his ear.
He does, and I somehow manage to stay on his cock. I use the couch to ride his cock. His hands find my hips and help me. It doesn’t take me long to tire out myself, but he takes over, fucking me from below, thrusting his hips up into me. “May I please cum, Mistress?”
“Yes, god, yes. Cum. Fuuuuck,” I groan as I feel his cock pulsing inside me. The condom is doing its job and keeping his cum from filling my pussy, but I can still feel him pulsing inside me.
We stop thrusting, and I just sit on top of him, his slowly softening cock still inside me. We’re both panting and sweaty. I rest my head on his shoulder, and he wraps his arms around me, holding me loosely. I don’t have any words. I don’t regret what we did, but I am embarrassed about acknowledging it.
I have no idea how long we’ve been laying here. I don’t want to get up. I wish more than anything else that I had a bed in the play space and not a pull out sofa that we’re currently sitting on. I am really tempted to bring him to my bed, but that seems like a bad idea.
“Do you want a shower, Mistress?”
I nod and climb off of him, a bit unsteady on my feet. It’s been a long time since I’ve been fucked like that. My pussy is sore in the best possible way.
We go into the bathroom where not long ago I was washing James. But now he’s the one to turn on the shower. He adjusts the temperature to something just shy of scalding and gets in. “Is this an okay temperature for you, Mistress?”
I nod and stand under the spray. He lets his fingers run through my long hair, getting thoroughly wet.
“Would you like me to wash your hair, Mistress?”
“Yes, please, pet.”
He lathers shampoo into my hair, massaging my scalp. It feels amazing. I could let him do it all night. When he’s done, I turn around and rinse my hair. He repeats the process with conditioner, and we fall into a rhythm as though we’ve done this together a thousand times. He washes my body with his hands, getting them soaped up and then touching me. He touches every inch of my body. It feels even more intimate than the kisses we shared.
When he’s done, he kneels in front of me, looking up at me, the spray bouncing off of me and making a mist over him.
“You are beautiful, Mistress.”
I blush. I’m used to my submissives complimenting me, but they almost have to. Besides, I usually hide behind thigh-high boots, sexy lingerie, and makeup. But James is looking at me barefoot, naked, with no makeup on, and he’s still saying I’m beautiful. For the first time in a long time, I feel like someone sees me. Really sees me. Tears burn in my eyes, and the shower washes them away, but I know James notices. He sees them fall before he rests his head against my thigh, wrapping his arms around me as we stand under the hot water.
Welcome to Chapter 13 of my Dominatrix Series! You might want to start back at Chapter 1 if you haven’t read the previous chapters yet. I hope you aren’t set on James having more dialogue in this chapter. I don’t think he even gets to say anything, but he sure does a lot…
~Jayden
Chapter 13:
I am not naive enough to think that he doesn’t or hasn’t had other partners, but the way he finds my clit almost instantly is impressive. He sucks on it lightly, and I feel like I’m going to lose my mind. I can’t remember the last time someone sucked on my clit. His fingers explore my folds and slide deep inside me. My pussy clenches around them.
“Fuuuuck,” I groan. “Don’t stop. Fuck. Don’t stop.”
Part of me worries that he will stop just to spite me. In retaliation for all the times I’ve made him edge; for all the times I made him wait to cum.
But he doesn’t seem interested in torturing me. His tongue and fingers keep going, and I know my orgasm is imminent. “James, fuck, I’m going to cum,” I groan. I don’t remember the last time I called him James.
My words spur him on to suck harder, to shove his fingers deeper, and I love it. I fucking love it.
My orgasm crashes over me, stronger than any I could give myself. My clit becomes so sensitive, I can’t stand it. I need him to stop sucking on it. I try to buck him off, but he’s stronger than me. He finally lets go of my clit, but his fingers keep stroking my insides. Then his tongue licks down my folds to where his fingers are, licking my juices off of his own fingers as he pulls them out of me.
I just lay there, panting, watching him. Unable to take my eyes off of him. I have just had a mind-blowing orgasm, but I want more. I want his cock. I want to suck it. I want to touch it. I want him to fuck me. God, I have never wanted someone this badly in all my life.
I can’t form words. He’s pulled back, kneeling on the floor in front of me. I lean forward, close enough to touch him. Then I slide to the floor so we’re kneeling, facing each other. I pull his shirt up and over his head. I unbutton and unzip his jeans, sliding them down over his hips. I can’t get them the rest of the way off without him helping and standing up, but he does so without a word.
And then we’re standing in front of each other, both naked, panting, hot, and still aroused. There’s a part of me that is terrified that we’ve just opened Pandora’s box, but I can’t help it. I can’t help myself with him. I’ve never felt this way about a client. Shit. I have to refund his money. I push the thought aside.
He looks uncertain now, but I’m not. I drop to my knees in front of him, looking at the cock I have seen a thousand times. But this time, it’s different. He’s not paying me to get him off. He’s just here.
I take him into my mouth, swallowing him down the back of my throat. Fuck, I missed this. I gag a little, pull back, go down again. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock like he did to my fake cock earlier. But he makes the most delicious sounds when I do. I can feel my cunt pulsing with excitement as I hear the noises he makes. All for me.
I pull back, stopping before I get him off. I want more. I don’t know how he feels about it. I can’t process what I should be doing in this moment, but I know that there’s something.
I’m on birth control, and he gets regularly tested (he has to if he wants to be my client). I also get regularly tested. But whatever. That’s not it. I need to find a condom. I can’t have that conversation right now. I pull away from him, fumbling in a drawer beside the couch. I come back with a foil pack and rip it open. I roll it down onto his cock, and he doesn’t stop me. I look up into his eyes, seeking permission. But that’s not how this relationship works. He gets permission from me. And me putting a condom on his cock is permission enough for him. And before I can even react, he picks me up and slides inside me.
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May 3 question – When you are working on a story, what inspires you?
Jayden: Real life often inspires me. It helps that I write kinky bdsm stories. That is my real life. 😀 But sometimes I write about things I’ve never done, or even things I don’t particularly want to do but sound hot in a story. In any case, any kinky sex scene gets me inspired.
Richard: Spite! It’s not very profound, but it is a powerful motivator.
Jayden is back this week with a new story! If you haven’t read our other stories, that’s okay. This one is started with T is for Terror! We’re writing about resilient submissives on our kinky blog. And honestly, this one is more romantic and suspenseful than kinky. We’ll see what happens after Z!
“Zoe. My name is Zoe.”
“Zoe,” he repeats. “Are you okay, Zoe?”
I nod against his chest.
“We should be safe down here.”
I nod again. I wonder if my car will even still be there. And my daughter. I hope that she’s okay, but then again, the tornado is apparently right here, which means it’s not near her. But she must be terrified that I’m not responding to her. I’m sure I’ll have a thousand missed calls when I eventually get back to my phone.
I can feel Xander’s gaze down on me, and I resist the urge to look up at him, but I can tell he isn’t going to take no for an answer. He uses one finger to lift my head to look up at him. And then he kisses me.
The kiss is tender at first, and I inhale his masculine scent as I melt against him. My hands wrap around his neck, and his grip my waist. As I kiss him back, it becomes more urgent, our lips pressing together hard enough to bruise.
I realize that we’re both soaking wet, and I have no idea where my umbrella is, and I don’t care at all. He’s still wearing his rain gear, which is also soaking wet, just making it worse for me. I can’t stop shivering.
He pulls back. “Zoe, fuck, I’m sorry.”
I shake my head, “Don’t be sorry.”
“Hang on,” he says, and he lets me go. I don’t know where he’s going, but I don’t want him to go far. I follow him when he gets ten feet away. He opens a trunk I hadn’t even noticed. It’s filled with all sorts of emergency supplies, and blankets are one of them. “It’s not as soft as I would like, but it’s something. You’re going to freeze to death in those wet clothes.” He hands me a couple of blankets, and then turns away. “I won’t look.”
I don’t know where my sudden boldness comes from, maybe because I can’t control the weather, or my car breaking down, or how I ended up here with this man, but I can control this. I’ll give up my control again, especially if he takes it the way I hope he will, but right in this moment, he’s given me control. “Xander,” I say, and he turns at my voice. “Don’t look away.”
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Yellow. Yellow light spills from the hole at the flick of a switch. “Come on, we have to go,” he yells as his phone starts screeching again.
I’m a little claustrophobic, just a little, and the hole is making my skin crawl.
“Please, come on, please,” he begs, and he starts to go down the steep cement steps in front of me, but he turns back and extends his hand to me. “Trust me. We’ll be safe down here. The tornado is almost right on top of us!”
Tornadoes are rare here. It happens, but not often. And what are the odds that it would happen right on top of us?
He unlocks his phone and pushes the alert at me. “See? It’s right here. Come on!”
I can’t process what he’s saying fast enough, but it looks legit. He couldn’t have possibly prepared all of this on the off chance a woman would come alone looking for help during a storm. This has to be real. It’s too much of a coincidence otherwise. Right?
I take a step forward, and I hear a loud crash as part of the warehouse wall crumbles. I stumble forward into the hole and Xander pulls the door shut on top of us. “Come on,” he says for the sixth time. He pulls me deeper into the space, taking me to the back of the dank space. The yellow light doesn’t illuminate all the corners, but it’s enough for us to navigate it safely.
“Where are we?”
“It’s a storm shelter. These warehouses aren’t much more than a tin can,” Xander says. “It’s built big enough to hold fifty people.”
I look around. There’s no way fifty people could be in this space without being right on top of each other. I shudder. If this had happened when the factory was open, I would be panicking hard core right now. With just the two of us, it’s roomy, and I feel relatively safe.
There’s another loud crash from above and the ceiling shakes, but everything stays in place. My heart is pounding and my whole body is shaking.
Xander is still holding my hand after pulling me down into the space, and feeling my trembling, he pulls me in and hugs me. “Are you okay, err. I don’t know your name.”
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“Xander. My name is Xander,” he says. “Listen, I know that you must be feeling very alone right now, but let me help you. It’s no trouble, honestly. I’m sure my friend will take good care of your car.”
I nod, “Thank you, Xander.”
“I’ll call from my phone so he picks up. I don’t think he’s officially open right now.” Xander’s smile is sexy and makes me want to kiss him.
But before I can even think about acting on that crazy impulse, his phone starts screeching. “What’s happening?” I cry.
“Tornado warning!” he yells. “Come on!” He grabs me by the hand and we start running across the open parking lot. I frantically look around, trying to see anything, but with the parking lot lights blaring, I can’t see anything outside their halos. We get to the building, and he uses a badge to swipe the door open. “Come on!” he yells again, tugging me inside and letting the door slam shut. I think that’s going to be it now that we’re inside a real building and not a little shack, but it’s not.
“Where are we going?”
“Storm shelter,” he yells. He sounds frantic, and is yelling much louder than he needs to. Sure, the wind is loud, but he doesn’t need to yell this loud.
We wind through rows of machines, and I am certain I’ll never find my way out of his warehouse without his help. I hope that nothing happens to him. We get to a spot near the middle of the building and he stops, pulling a trap door up on the floor. If I go down into the dark hole, am I ever going to come out?
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Welcome. “Welcome to our humble guard house,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his rain hood down. He looks a lot less intimidating with his hood down, now that I can see his face. He reminds me of a famous actor who has a small scar near his mouth. His eyes are a piercing green, and his hair is just long enough to run my fingers through. I try to shake the thought from my mind, but maybe I’ve just been alone for too long.
“Thank you,” I say. I’m surprised that the guard house isn’t near the end of the driveway. It’s tucked off to the side. I look around, and find that there is a phone sitting on a small desk. But I panic. Who do I call? If I had my phone, I would just search for a tow company, but I can’t do that on a regular landline.
He sees my hesitation and says, “Do you need help finding a tow service?”
I nod, sheepishly. I don’t know why I am so disarmed by this man. I begin to wonder if he has dominant tendencies. I don’t know what would give me that impression from our short interactions, but there’s an energy about him that I can’t help but submit to. It’s very hard for me to find romantic and sexual partners because I am submissive, but I have been through a lot in my life outside the bedroom. I am a strong, independent woman, who sometimes wants a partner to take control for a while. What I often find, though, is men who say they want that type of woman actually don’t. They are using their dominance as an excuse to bully women or outright abuse them. Or they get frustrated the first time I stand up for myself. But I know there are good dominant men out there, I just haven’t found one in a while. For all my resilience in life, I need to get a little courage going here in the dark.
“Sure,” he says, and he pulls a cell phone out of his pocket. He does a little searching, and says, “My buddy owns this garage. I’m sure he’ll do me a favor and get your car towed. How far do you need to go?”
“Just down the road,” I say, pointing in the direction of my apartment, “but I can’t let you do me a favor like that. I can pay.”
He smirks at me, “I’m sure you can.” I wonder for a moment what he means by that, but then he says, “I’m sure you’ll give my friend lots of business with whatever car repairs you need.”
“I can’t accept that,” I say, partially concerned that this stranger is being so nice to me and partially concerned that his friend will charge me through the nose for some service my car doesn’t actually need.
“Why can’t you accept a little help from a stranger?” he asks, and he sounds sincere.
I can’t find words at first, and then I say, “Because I don’t even know your name.”
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Vroom! A van comes sliding around the corner and nearly hits me. I need to get off the road. The ground nearby is rocky and uneven. I want to stay on the paved road, but my umbrella and clothes are all dark and not suitable for walking on the road. I regret that I’ve never put a safety vest in my car.
With the van’s tail lights turning out of view, I know I need to get to a building as quickly as I can. Is it my imagination or is the wind picking up? I feel like the rain drops are coming faster. I don’t like it. We don’t often have serious weather in this area, but it’s not unheard of.
I pick my way across the uneven ground, staying off the road, until I get to the opening for the driveway of the building. I am hoping for some kind of guard house, but I have no luck there. I look for any kind of entrance, and I spot one way across the parking lot. There are no vehicles moving around, no trucks pulling in or out. That doesn’t bode well for me. I listen, but all I hear is the wind and rain, and the distant sound of a train on the tracks closer to my apartment. No machines inside whirring, and no people.
“Can I help you?” I hear from out of the dark.
I whirl around to find someone in a bright yellow raincoat and boots standing ten feet away from me. “Y-yes,” I stammer. “I’m so relieved to have found someone!”
“What’s wrong?” the voice asks. It sounds deep and masculine.
“My car broke down, and I don’t have my cell phone. Is there a phone I can make a call from?” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I question if I should have said them. Maybe that was information I should have kept to myself. Though, for the life of me, I can’t think of any other explanation for why I would be there asking to use a phone.
“Sure,” he replies. “Come this way.”
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Uncertain. I am uncertain what to do. The convenience store is definitely safer. It’s more public. There will be a phone I can use, probably. And I can get myself something warm to eat or drink. I’m sure that I’ll want it after the two mile walk in the rain. But the warehouses are so much closer. And they will be warm. I just don’t know what kind of welcome I’m going to get there. I shiver with the thought of a bunch of strangers looking at me, soaked from head to toe, as I surely will be by the time I walk over there.
I think about flipping a coin, but know that that’s silly. I should just get out and pick a direction. Sitting here is just going to make me more cold and stiff. With how deserted this area is at night, no one is going to happen along and find me, and if they are, who knows if they’ll be friendly or if they’ll drive right by… Waiting is not an option.
I root around in the back of the car and find an old umbrella. I pull it out and open the door, popping the umbrella open to shield myself from the worst of the rain. I shiver, and wish that I was wearing more than a sweatshirt. I really didn’t think through getting stranded on what was supposed to be a 20 minute drop off.
My sweatshirt keeps the worst of the water off of me, but it doesn’t help my bare legs at all. I was lounging around the apartment in a short cotton dress, and now I’m totally exposed to the elements. My thick thighs and solid calves have goosebumps as I walk through the wet. At least I have sneakers. I look around at the different warehouses and pick the one that’s closest and has the most lights on. I can’t see inside, but maybe there will be a security guard at least.
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Terror. Terror is all I feel as the tail lights of the car in front of me disappear around the turn, and I find myself terribly alone. The check engine light started flashing, but I am only a five minute drive from home. If I can just limp it home, I can deal with it in the morning. It’s dark and raining, and I just want to be home. As a single mom, I had just dropped my daughter off at a sleepover and I am so looking forward to a quiet night alone. A bath, a book, a mug of tea. But no. Now I’m out in the middle of nowhere with no car, in the rain.
I sigh and go to pick up my phone to call for a tow truck. And that’s when I realize I don’t have my phone. I must have left it. Where? At home? Probably. It wasn’t like me to forget my phone, but my pre-teen daughter loves to listen to music through my car stereo, so I didn’t hook my phone up like I usually would.
My daughter’s friend lives in an upscale neighborhood, and I am a five minute drive away. It’s not *that* far, but whether I go on or go back, it’s a long walk. I do the quick math and figure it’s probably between two and three miles. I run through alternative options. I can sleep in my car, but it’s already getting chilly. I can walk to a convenience store. There’s definitely one before my apartment, but it still has to be two miles of dark road between me and the store. Or I can go to one of these shipping warehouses and hope that they run a shift at this hour. A lot of them do, right?
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Shower. She suddenly desired a shower more than anything. But she knew she wasn’t going to be allowed. Not yet.
She was directed to go inside the house and set up the towels on the bed to protect it. He wanted her still covered in piss when he beat her, but he didn’t want the bed covered in it.
While she set up, he got the cane, a short one that was easy to clean. He looked at her round ass high in the air and ran his fingers along it. “You’re such a fucking mess.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, her head lowered, her breathing steady, but her heart pounding.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want bruises, Sir. I want you to beat me until my ass is black and blue.”
“Good. I won’t stop until you tell me to, pet, but if it doesn’t bruise, we’re going to do it again tomorrow.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“But first, you get ten from me for not being able to hold my piss, you messy girl.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He didn’t warm her up. He just went for it, punishing her for her messiness. She moaned and whined, but took her swats. “There, now the rest is up to you, pet. You tell me when to stop, and we will, and we’ll take a nice long shower together, but remember, if there’s no bruise by morning, your pretty ass will be right back here getting beat again.
She steeled herself for the many hits to come, trying to force her muscles to relax, but only having marginal success. She kept thinking to herself, “Just five more,” and after that, “just five more,” until she just couldn’t take it anymore.
Finally, she said the magic word, and the beating stopped.
He held her for a few moments, stroking her body lightly, and then he wrapped her in his arms and nearly carried her to the shower, where he stroked her and washed her, touching her kindly and gently. “I love you, pet,” he whispered.
“I love you, too, Master.”
As he toweled her dry afterward, he said, “You have nothing to worry about, pet. Your ass is already bruising.”
She turned and looked in the mirror and smiled. “Thank you, Sir.”
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Her heart raced, waiting to find out the results from her Master. The range of his repertoire is without restriction. But what he’d do to her, she had no idea.
He ran his fingers through her hair softly, fingering the long length. “You’re trembling, pet.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she whispered. She wasn’t scared of him. She knew he would see that no harm came to her, but the unknown was frightening. And the cool evening air was making her wet legs even colder.
“Get down on your knees, slut,” he said, putting gentle pressure on her shoulder. She sank to her knees and looked up at him expectantly. He pulled his cock out and she could see that he was half hard already. She leaned forward, ready to take him into her mouth, but he wound his fingers into her hair and pulled back. “Not yet,” he said gruffly.
She whimpered and her pussy clenched with desire. “When, Master?”
He pulled his hand back and slapped her lightly across the face. She remembered the first time he’d done that, she’d been shocked, but immensely turned on. She’d begged him to do it again and again. “When I’m ready, bitch,” he growled.
“Yes, Master,” she said, her voice stronger and more confident now. With him standing over her, she was more sure of herself than she was any other time.
“You got to relieve yourself like a bitch in the yard, but I haven’t had the pleasure.” He pulled her head back by her hair so that her mouth was pointed right up to his cock. “But I’m not a bitch, and I don’t have to pee in the yard, do I?”
“No, Sir,” she said, her voice slightly choked out by the angle of her neck.
“Drink it, slut. Drink as much of it as you can. Every drop you spill will be one more hit from the cane when we go inside.”
Her pussy clenched tight with desire as he began to pee, aiming for her wide open mouth. She managed to get most of it in her mouth, but she may have let a little more than was necessary dribble down her chin…
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Quickly, quick, quicker, the footsteps came. She quivered and quaked, but was frozen to the spot. She knew she should quickly run inside, but she couldn’t.
The footsteps kept coming closer and closer, and she finally willed herself to turn, to run, when strong arms grabbed her around the waist. A scream boiled up in her throat, and then she realized that the person who was holding her wasn’t a stranger at all. It was her Master.
Relief flooded her as the adrenaline continued pumping in her veins. “Master!” she whispered.
“Yes, slut?”
“What are you doing here?”
“You didn’t think I was going to send you outside all alone, did you?”
“I-I didn’t know, Master.”
“I have to keep an eye on you.”
“B-but,” she stammered, wracking her brain to remember his exact orders. Had she done anything wrong? She thought she had followed his directions down to the letter, but she couldn’t be sure now. “I tried to follow your directions, Master.”
“You did,” he replied.
“Then why–” her voice trailed off as he put her down on the grass in front of him. She stumbled a little.
“I want to make sure that you’re safe, pet.”
“Safe?”
“Yes. You never know who could be watching you, ready to take advantage of a sweet girl like you.”
“Y-yes, Sir.”
“When you have tasks inside, I don’t worry as much, but when you have a task outside, I need to make sure no harm can come to you. Only I get to abuse your body, slut.”
“Y-yes, Sir,” she stammered again. “What will you do with my body now, Sir?” she asked, excitement coursing through her now.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
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…peed. Panic pulsed through her body as she felt the rush of pee splash down, hitting the ground and spraying her thighs. She peered around, looking to see if she had been caught, but now it didn’t matter. A police officer could walk right up to her at that very moment and she couldn’t have stopped. She was committed now, and it felt so good.
She had spent however many hours sipping water, trying to make sure her bladder was good and full, and boy was it. She probably couldn’t have waited any longer even if she had wanted to. (Maybe that was a good excuse–she was out for a walk and couldn’t make it inside the house. That didn’t explain her flip flops in October or her lack of panties, but whatever. She was almost done, and hopefully wouldn’t get caught.)
Standing up, she felt that her thighs were soaking wet, not just from piss, but from arousal. She had never been so turned on in her life. And when the car door shut nearby, she nearly jumped out of her skin.
She could hear footsteps, but couldn’t see where they were coming from. It was probably a neighbor going home for the night, but she couldn’t see anyone. Her head was almost spinning, looking for any signs of someone. Was there someone coming up the walk? In the driveway? On the sidewalk? The footsteps sounded closer.
With her legs soaking wet, she felt her pussy clenching with excitement. She wasn’t supposed to be excited for this! She was supposed to be disgusted or something. She knew it was gross to many, but she couldn’t help it. Her body was wound tight with arousal, and she had a fleeting thought that she would give anything for the footsteps to end with someone catching her, seeing her with her soaked legs and dripping cunt, and make her feel like the most disgusting slut in the world.
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