| | The Boy In The Closet; a slaves tale ( an erotic fiction )Page 1 of 1 | Chapter I, Start of a Long Night
It was dark inside the closet. Ken stood in that darkness, not that he had any choice in the matter. Mistress had tied him up there. The rope tied both wrist, out stretched, to the rod. In between, it looped down under his chin, holding his head up. She had tied is ankles to a bar that spread his legs, keeping his feet 3 feet apart. He was naked and blind folded, facing into the closet. His ass was towards the door, the tell-tale end of a butt plug between his red buttocks.
Mistress had spanked him hard and long and put him in the closet before her guests arrived. She had also inserted the butt plug and bound his balls tightly with a piece of cord like rope. She then enclosed his****in a chastity cage, put him in the spreader bar and tied him to the rod. She promised him she would share him with her party guests as punishment for not getting the temperature of her bath right. It was ladies night and Ken feared the worst. These ladies were NOT the book club type and Ken had been shared with several of them before, but one at a time. They had proved to be skilled at keeping a man in his place. They were vicious as well as voracious.Now he hung in the closet facing the prospect of being used by the entire Circle of Friends.
The Circle of Friends. That's what they called themselves. They even had matching tattoos, a stylized version of the BDSM triad that incorporated the Celtic friendship knot, two crossed riding crops and the letters COF. They were all Dommes and each had at least one slave.Once a new member captured an unwilling male and successfully trained him, she received her tattoo. This was done during a ritual in which the initiate was stripped and tied face down, bent over a table or chair. She is then paddled hard by the rest of the members to teach her that no one member is above The Circle. She is then given her tattoo on her bruised and burning behind. Her slave is also initiated. He is ****ed in the ass by all the members of The Circle using strap-on dildos. His Mistress' initials are then tattooed on his scrotum.
This was the group with whom his Mistress had promised to share him with that night.Tied helplessly in the closet, his ass stretched by the intrusive plug and his buttocks on fire, Ken began to tremble. His punishments were always severe. When Mistress tested the temp of her bath and found it not to her liking, she had dragged him by his****into the punishment room. She made him lay face down on the hard wood floors and proceeded to stand, straddling him and peed on his back. She then left him there, lying in a puddle of her piss while she lined up an array of vicious looking disciplinary implements on the table. She then retrieved Ken and tied him over the spanking bench and proceeded to set his on fire. She started with several quick, sound and smart slaps of her hand on each side of his ass as a warm up. When his butt began to blush red, she moved on to the implements she had laid out on the table. First came 20 hard strokes with a wide wooden paddle, then 20 more with the back of a hair brush. By this time Ken's ass glowed like embers in a fire place, and burned like them too. Several welts and bruises had begun to form and tears streamed down his face. The site of the welts lit a fire between Mistress legs and she thrashed him all the harder for it. He began to wail and sob, so she stopped long enough to put a ball gag in his mouth and secure it behind his head. Then she moved on to the crop, the cane, and a switch. Thirty of each. Ken was sure Mistress had came at least twice while punishing him thus. Through the whole ordeal she had scolded, lectured and humiliated him. Then she had removed the ball gag and forced him to lick the flowing juices from her inner thighs, turning so he could then lick them from where they had run down the crack of her ass. She removed him from the bench and placed him in the closet, promising "A nice surprise for the girls". Mistress was far from being the worst of the bunch. In fact she was considered the most lenient. It was going to be a long night. | |
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| The Boy In The Closet; a slaves tale ( an erotic fiction )
Posted: 11/22/2011 9:45:01 PM | Excuse me. This is a Creative Writing forum. Now, if you are to immature to handle the subject matter of my story, perhaps you should have payed attention when I stated it was an "erotic fiction" and avoided it. With just over 200 views in less than a month, I'd say the adults on the site have an interest.
However since I know you are only trolling me, perhaps the best thing to do is report you.
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Posted: 12/3/2011 6:49:37 AM | | Cool story bro. I would of threw in a little twist for example. Ken should of been on some hardcore laxatives before she inserted the butt plug. Maybe a few midgets dangling from the ceiling dressed up in bumble bee costumes. | |
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Posted: 12/25/2011 11:59:49 AM | | I think it obviously may be over the top for some readers, but there IS a lot you could do with the story. You could have the slave escape only to realize he can't have a normal relationship with a woman because in reality he likes being dominated and he returns to "mistress". Kind of a Stockholm syndrome? | |
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Posted: 1/8/2012 9:23:17 AM | Well it's a good thing she peed on Ken instead of peeing while she was in the tub. That would have been nasty !...
Oh, and no, I'm not going to google "butt plug". Some things in my life are just better unknown. | |
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i thought when he said erotic it was going to be sensual / but i think he needs to get laid / i think