Bad Girl takes a chance at writing in a different sub-genre

[hiddenmuse]

Author's Note: This one of my first attempts at writing actual S/M-themed erotica. I was under the influence of Patrick Califia's Sensuous Magic, Enigma and Dave Navarro CDs. With that ... here goes nothing!

Good Boy

It took some effort on Bryan's part to get Evan to go with him to a sex club - especially since it was Fetish Night. Evan did consider himself to be open-minded, but the instant he heard "Fetish Night", he automatically thought of a room crowded with Goth Kids, Nine Inch Nails or some other drecky Industrial music blasted overhead, and things being done that he'd rather not dwell on for any period of time. Bryan promised Evan that this wasn't the case, and somehow managed to convince his reluctant friend to come along.

Upon reaching the club, giving the code word - Liquid, and paying the fee, they were let in. Evan was quite surprised that he didn't encounter the aural assault of Rammstein or the sight of sullen, surly Goths. Bryan left his coat with the coat check girl, revealing that he was in head-to-toe leather - vest, jock strap, chaps and biker boots.

Before Evan could tell his friend that the last thing he wanted to see was him in ass-less pants, they were approached by the party's hostess, Mistress Nina.

"It's good to see you here. There's a show about to begin. We have a lovely submissive on the table - trained by Mistress Nico - bound and ready to play." Evan and Bryan walked over with Nina. "She's the perfect submissive. No limits on play with her, and as you can tell, she's completely shaved."

Evan looked over at the woman. She was pretty, but he wasn't sure if he liked a perfectly complacent partner. He'd want someone with a bit of fight in her, someone that would tell him no, top him from the bottom, as it were...

Bryan, on the other hand, was captivated by the petite lady on the table. She had flame-red hair, blue eyes, a China doll's complexion - she looked too pretty to hurt in any way. But, she was on the table, ready to play with anyone that came along, until she reached her limit and called out "purple" at the top of her lungs. Then, and only then, would the game end, and someone else would take her place on the table.

"Candles, my sweet slave?" Bryan whispered into her ear.
"Yes sir" she replied, her voice gentle and lilting.

Bryan asked for a candle, and was given a white taper, already lit. He started out with it at least a foot from her body, getting the wax to drip onto her skin. Gradually, he moved it closer, which meant that the wax would be hotter as it hit her flesh. She squirmed a bit, arching her back closer to him, moaning softly under her breath.

Evan had gone to the bar, and attempted to order a Gin and Tonic, but was quickly rejected.

"Sorry, Sir. In order for people to participate - even as spectators, they need to be fully lucid. So there's no alcohol tonight. We do have bottled water, juice, and I think Coca-Cola and Sprite, Sir." the buxom submissive serving as barmaid replied.

Evan ordered a Coke, and sat at the bar, nursing his drink, starting to wonder how he could even let Bryan persuade him to come out to this place anyways.

Then, the question in his head was answered. She was gorgeous - long hair the color of a raven's wing, streaked with bright blue, her black PVC catsuit showing off her figure very nicely, boots that would have a foot fetishist begging for mercy. A longing stirred up in his entire being - a desire to have his way with her, or perhaps this sexy creature would make him her slut puppy for the night. Then he saw the collar around her neck. Bryan had explained that anyone in a collar was a submissive, and most likely someone else's. And unless you wanted the wrath of an angry Master or Mistress on your head, you left those people to their own devices.

She approached him, took off the collar and put it around his neck.

"You're coming with me, boy." she announced. "If you protest in any way, you will be punished."
Evan nodded his head. "Yes ma'am"
She laughed. "My name is Melissa. But tonight, you will call me 'My Lady'. Do you understand, boy?"
"Yes, My Lady"

They went into a private room, a dungeon of sorts. Whips, floggers and paddles hung on one wall, a second wall had shackles, while another had built-in shelves with toys for electrical sex play.

"Quit staring and take off your clothes, boy!" she barked at him, snapping him out of the reverie/fear he was in.

Slowly, he undressed, feeling almost self-conscious as he revealed his stocky form to this very attractive woman. He took his time in removing his leather pants, standing before Melissa in only his underwear.

"Such a good boy. Now, if you want to make your Lady happy, take off your underwear and bend over the table."

He stripped out of his underwear and laid it on the pile with his other clothes before going over to the waist-high metal table and bending over it, the cold making him shiver.

"Awwww, poor baby. You're cold? This should warm you up..." Melissa said before slapping Evan with a paddle. He yelped out of shock, not expecting to be spanked. She smacked his other asscheek, then turned the paddle over, rubbing Evan's reddened ass with the soft fur on the other side.

"Now boy ... undress me. Do it slowly." she demanded. Not wanting to be punished further, near-terrified of an item situated with the electrical toys that looked like a smaller-scale cattle prod with a lightbulb at the end - and what it could be used for, Evan complied.

Very carefully, he stood behind her, unzipping her catsuit slowly, revealing her back as the zipper came down. He had to resist the overwhelming temptation to kiss her shoulderblades, lick down the length of her spine to her delectable ass ... there was work to be done before he could accept his ultimate reward.

Once the zipper was down completely, he went to his knees to remove his Lady's thigh-high boots. He slowly unzipped them, removing them from her feet. Her toes were pedicured and painted electric blue, similar to the blue that wound its way through her hair.

He stood up again, working on taking the catsuit off his Lady's body. Once it was completely removed, he placed it on a chair, then kneeling before his Lady upon returning, she reached down and gave his spiky hair a good tug, forcing his head back so he was looking into her eyes.

"Thank you, boy. Now show me what a good boy you are by pleasing your Lady. But first, I have to do something. Get off the floor boy. That's right. Now bend over the table again." Her tone of voice was almost menacing.

Instead of the 'thwack' of the paddle coming down onto his ass, he felt her fingers, warm and wet, teasing his asshole, barely penetrating him. Soon, her fingers were replaced by something cool, and equally wet, attempting to probe him. The instant she was able to penetrate him with the cool object, carefully sliding it into his incredibly tight ass, he moaned pleasurably.

Melissa pushed him onto his knees again, and he turned to face her, staring right at the dark curls between her thighs. One of Evan's hands went between her legs, and she changed her stance, allowing him access. He opened her with two fingers, revealing the wet pink flesh to his eager mouth. His tongue lashed across her clit a few times, then he dipped his tongue into her pussy, licking up her wetness. She flicked a switch on the remote for the plug in Evan's ass, a dull hum starting up, getting him quite aroused with the vibrations stimulating all kinds of pleasure points.

He started licking her faster, sucking her clit, while she was grinding against his face, her wetness all over his cheeks and chin. She turned the vibration up a little higher, grabbing at his hair, pushing his face into her pussy, the musky scent of her cunt driving him insane and getting him so hard. Coupled with the vibrating butt plug in his ass, he was about to explode, but didn't want to be a bad boy and disappoint his Lady by cumming all over her feet, because he was selfish enough to cum without being given permission.

She turned the vibration down before the tremors she'd felt in her sex became a major release, hoping that Evan wouldn't be so distracted by his own pleasure that he couldn't get her to come. When it happened, her entire body reacted, convulsing as the intense pleasure brought on by her boy's lips and tongue took over.

"You can get up, boy." she cooed in a raspy voice. "Tiger, baby..." With that code word, the game was over, but not yet. She wanted him to cum, he'd been so good about holding back. He got up from the floor, the vibrator was turned up almost to high, and seconds later, his eyes were rolling back, mouth opened as a deep-throated cry came out and he held onto the metal table as his body shook, cum covering part of the table, the power of a 'hands-free' orgasm overwhelming him.

They cleaned up the table, got dressed, and went back to the party, acting nonchalantly. Bryan was finishing up his last session as Master, this time flogging a plump brunette's butt and thighs before her Master untied her and took her to another room to unwind from the resulting endorphin high.

"Ready to go, Evan?" Bryan asked.
Evan smiled. "Yeah. You know, that was a lot of fun."
Bryan grinned wickedly at his friend. "Where the hell were you anyways?"
"I was being a good boy." was all he said.


~*~FINI~*~