PLAY (BDSM Anthology)
JESS C SCOTT
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Praise for Jess C Scott
“[Please] keep up the good work . . . the world can certainly use some more authentic, original work like yours, rather than the same old re-packaged mass-market pulp.”
— Bibrary.com, October 2010
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“[Jess’s writing is] raw [and] full of brio. It’s very contemporary. It has personality and energy. It deals with modern issues in a very modern way.”
— Joseph Grinton | “Don't Run Away From Sex”
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“[Jess C Scott] sure [doesn’t] screw around with getting into the story.”
— Goodreads.com message, May 2011
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PLAY (BDSM ANTHOLOGY)
Published by Jess C Scott / jessINK | Smashwords Edition
Copyright © 2011 by Jess C Scott.
Cover Image © 2011 by elmo2332, photo taken by Bert23.
Jess’s website: http://www.jesscscott.com
Bert23’s website: http://www.flickr.com/people/pjb2332/
All rights reserved.
Summary: jessINK is pleased to present the first collection of BDSM-themed stories by author/artist/non-conformist, Jess C Scott.
Note #1: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.
Note #2: Due to the author’s personal beliefs on the subject of BDSM, this collection is non-pornographic in nature. The S/M elements are also more mild than extreme in this collection [Jess makes no guarantees for future work ;)].
Note #3: PLAY/BDSM is part of the Primal Scream anthology.
Disclaimer: This is a work of contemporary fiction (the focus is on the story, not erotic/romantic fluff).
Please visit Jess’s website for more info.
http://www.jessINK.com/porn_vs_erotica.htm
(Porn vs. Erotica)
http://www.jessINK.com/bdsm.htm
(BDSM @ jessINK)
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Story Summaries:
1. Master & Servant (“intro” / first bdsm):
Stacia wakes up to find herself in the middle of her rape fantasy—that has come true.
2. Switch (role identity / switches):
Christopher Creme and Kaja Kunis switch things up by switching D/s roles in their relationship.
3. Rockstar (knife/edge play):
Hideki brings on the knife and bondage play to help Daniel come face-to-face with his dEniAl.
4. Teacher’s Pet (May/December relationship):
A truant student gets her lecturer’s signature—and more—when she needs an official form signed.
5. The Velvet Rope (shibari/mild erotic asphyxiation):
A disenchanted lady boss recruits a personal toy boy, before the complexities of a recent divorce send her completely over the edge.
* For more info/excerpts, please visit: http://jessink.com/play_bdsm.htm
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TABLE OF CONTENTS
+ Author Q&A +
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Dedication:
Thank you for checking out my stories.
Thanks also to Public
Disgrace, Taken in Hand, NiN, and Depeche Mode.
Chapter 1
“…And this is the bitch I’m going to fuck!”
Stacia opens her eyes—then finds she can’t. She feels a hard squeeze and a stinging slap against one of her white ass cheeks. She wants to cry out, in a mix of pain, pleasure, shock—and is made aware of the large ball gag someone has shoved into her mouth.
The dark-haired college senior’s heart is pumping. Her mind is a delirious swirl, lost in the confusion. Where is she? A secret underground dungeon, on campus? Is it day, or night? And who exactly is in the room with her?
There’s a slight buzz through her body…she vaguely remembers downing some pills with some alcohol. “Happy pills,” someone had said to her—she’d seen the group of guys she had been talking to take it too, and she swallowed it after they’d done so.
She hears the faint sound of some music in the background, before the pulses of delight shoot through her body, from the nasty licking sensations from a man’s tongue on her pussy lips and clitoris.
She realizes she’s standing, with her hands bound up above her, arms raised, the coarse rope connected to a point on the ceiling. The more she struggles and wriggles her hands, the more the rope burns into the flesh on her wrists.
She eases her neck, and shakes her hair out slightly from side to side, just like an animal in heat.
Somebody waves a slip of paper in the air—she can hear the crackly sound coming from the paper. She doesn’t know it, but someone places the slip of paper in front of a videocam, that’s recording the entire scene in the room.
The paper shows part of a chat transcript:
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Date: Mon, June 13, 2011 at 2:04 AM
Subject: Gmail Chat with Stacia
[A=n(n-1)/2]: rape fantasy?
Stacia K.: yeah
Stacia K.: some females are into it :)
[A=n(n-1)/2]: oh and i wonder what else you’re into…
[A=n(n-1)/2]: threesome?
Stacia K.: yeah. wanted to try once but bf said not interested. even with another girl!
[A=n(n-1)/2]: haha
[A=n(n-1)/2]: 5 or more? Gangbang?
Stacia K.: a bit too many…
Stacia K.: woulnt’d be able to concentrate on what i’m doing
[A=n(n-1)/2]: ……bdsm?
Stacia K.: !!
Stacia K.: how’d you know?
[A=n(n-1)/2]: just a guess
[A=n(n-1)/2]: i saw your bondage avatar thing not too long ago ;)
Stacia K.: aw that was a black lace corset lol…not exactly bdsm
Stacia K.: is it…twisted?
[A=n(n-1)/2]: i dunno
Stacia K.: different strokes for different folks.
[A=n(n-1)/2]: lol yeah :P
Stacia K.: you into that two?
Stacia K.: * too?
[A=n(n-1)/2]: do you like being tied down, or are youre the dominatrix type?
Stacia K.: i think being tied down…submissive…
Stacia K.: wanted to try it with one bf
Stacia K.: he said he didn’t think i was ready for it!
[A=n(n-1)/2]: does he know better, or you?
Stacia K.: haha
Stacia K.: i dunno
Stacia K.: i try to do what i can to keep the bf happy…
[A=n(n-1)/2]: were you ever raped?
[A=n(n-1)/2]: ?
Stacia K.: no
Stacia K.: but…i always wanted it to happen. not in an uncouth, abusive sense…just…some guy to take me. when i’m completely powerless. hmm.
Stacia K.: is that weird/?
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“Sta-cia…” a male voice says to her. He holds up the piece of paper, reading out the line from the chat transcript. He doesn’t imitate Stacia’s or a female voice, he just whispers it in her ear: “I always wanted it to happen…some guy to take me…when I’m completely powerless…”
Stacia feels cold pinpricks going all over the surface of her skin. She knows she’s standing completely in the nude—she feels no weight or constriction of any fabric on her skin, as she twists to the side slightly.
“Mmmm—” is the only muffle of objection she can make, the ball gag shaping her mouth in the perpetual ‘o’ being denied its satisfaction. How does the person know one of her deepest, darkest desires?
Some music comes on, just then, from some speakers somewhere in one corner of the room: a haunting instrumental tune, with some choir vocals in the background. It’s a subdued yet epic tune, an odd mix, with an intense baseline from a highly processed drum kit. It chills her to the bone, yet soothes her at the same time, like she’s preparing to meet her maker. Or should I say…master? she thinks.
She suddenly recalls the conversation she had online with a friend, Adrian, not too long ago. Had someone hijacked his computer? Someone like…his roommate?
But Stacia remembers Adrian doesn’t really have a roommate—he stays with his aunt in a small house, off-campus.
It can’t be Adrian. He’s a Math major, and the ultimate crown prince of geekdom. She’s known him for several years—same school, from grade school all the way to university—but only chats with him online during late nights when there were few other people online. She won’t ever admit it to anyone, but she’s always enjoyed “bragging” to him about her sexual prowess and expertise, and high sex drive. It makes her feel good and empowered. It makes her feel like a wild child and that she’s so much cooler than him, and everyone that’s like him.
They’ve talked a lot about sex and relationships, since it’s on their minds a lot of the time. Adrian’s a male virgin, who’s heard lots about Stacia’s sexcapades—sometimes in great detail. She blabbers to him and gets things off her chest when she is “in between” boyfriends, and just needs to vent things out. He knows some things about her that her boyfriends don’t—for instance, that she’d been a vaginal virgin, longer than she had been an anal virgin. She liked to keep her dating history “in the past,” with her lovers.
She told Adrian that as a teen, she hadn’t wanted to lose her virginity yet, so she did oral and anal for a few years, before she finally let Ryan’s (her current boyfriend) dick go up her pussy. She’d pushed the rest back to her asshole, if they went near her cunt. Adrian had always found it amusing that a guy could be drilling Stacia up her ass while she considered herself to be a virgin. Her intent had been to present herself as such when she found “Mr. Right.”
Ryan is her “Mr. Right.” They’ve discussed marriage a few times, and he seems serious about it. Respectable, hardworking Ryan…a 25-year-old assistant sales manager at Bloomingdale’s, the upscale department store. There was a sexy beast under all his neat suits and crisp attire anyway.
Maybe it was Ryan, who’d retrieved the chat message from her Gmail inbox. Did she still have it? She thought she’d deleted it a few days ago.
Stacia thinks back to the night at X.S Nightclub, with the happy pills. She remembers someone calling her over, where some of his friends were standing around. She didn’t even know his name. He was just a face she recognized from school. Her gal pal visiting from another state couldn’t turn up at the last minute—Stacia wasn’t going to let that stop her from having a great Friday night out.
Stacia’s body jerks forward when someone’s cold fingers pinch her left nipple, and then her right, as if primping them for some action. He milks both her nipples, tugging them on her skin. They’re hard in no time—both her nipples, and the man tweaking them.
“Have you ever been tied up before?” a voice asks. The voice is from the person working her nipples. It is a low, not-so-gruff male voice—a different voice from the one who’d whispered in her ear.
She moves her head slightly, in the direction of what seems to sound like pacing, shuffling footsteps.
The male standing before her gives her a sharp, tight slap across the face. Not so hard as to knock her unconscious—but hard enough to make her return and keep her attention on him. “Have you ever been tied up?”
She fervently shakes her head. She’s unaware of her raw, naked beauty, fingers entwined, wrists crossed over her head to a ring in the ceiling. Her naked body is in its pure, feminine, natural state—like one of God’s angels held in bondage.
Stacia’s body quivers when the man squeezes her tits, before he buries his face in them, biting and licking and sucking on her fleshy nipples. They’re big, juicy nipples, that match her large breasts—he has to use his entire mouth to suck on her stiff, deep pink nipple and the large areola surrounding it.
“Your boyfriend must bore you with vanilla sex,” a male voice behind her says, almost in a whisper, so close to Stacia’s neck. She can feel his warm breath and sweaty skin against her own.
She turns her head to the voice. How does the stranger know? It’s a nameless, faceless stranger whose voice she can’t really identify. Yet, there seems to be a hint of a fragrance somewhere in the room, right there, in fact, that she can identify…
Pine. From some cologne. Like the guy who called me over at X.S.
She hears the sound of some chain links—she knows what those are. She feels another nervous wave of pinpricks going down her bare neck and back.
“Yes,” she wants to reply the male voice. “Ryan thinks he’s into kink. A blindfold and some scarves—something many couples have tried at least once—that doesn’t make it BDSM, does it?”
But of course, Stacia can only think it, not say it.
Her body jerks again, when a hard device clamps down on each of her nipples—and there’s the sound of the chain links again, from the nipple clamps the man has put on her. He’s pulled and twisted her nipples out so that the clamps are securely gripped to the prominent, protruding target, that’s her erect nipples. They’re deep, pinkish-red, swollen, looking like they want to burst out of the iron grip of the clamps.
The man behind her raises one of her legs out to her side, her toe pointed to the ceiling like a dancer, and enters her from the back, ramming his hard cock all the way in—it’s the only thing she feels, along with his grip on her strained calf muscle, and two hands of somebody else in front of her, spitting and rubbing on her raw nipples. Then the man in front of her licks just the ends of her nipples that are showing. The orgasms are electrifying—she’s helpless, with her sensitive nipples clamped—she squirts her warm juices and feels some of it running down the leg she’s standing on.
The two men reduce her body down to the only areas they are lavishing their savage attention on. Her whole body vibrates in between the two men her body is trapped against.
Her muffled, chocked cries turn to loud gasps, when one of them rips off the ball gag, and detaches the rope from the ceiling. Some of her own dribble runs down the side of her mouth. One of them drops Stacia to her knees, bending her over like a dog at its dish bowl, as he pulls her hands behind her back, tying the wrists together, way back so that they rest at the lower back, just where the butt is about to begin.
“Go closer,” the one in front of her says, but not to her—she hears the light footsteps she heard earlier, from someone pacing and shuffling.
“Wh—” she manages to utter, before she feels two fingers being stuffed into her mouth, and the man’s thumb under her chin, effective muzzling her and preventing her from saying anything more.
“Work it, bitch,” the first one says, giving her another hard spank on her ass that’s arched up in the air. He bends her over, to take her from behind, holding her neck.
“Down!” The first man lets go when the other man grabs her head, forcing her head down on his big cock as he stuffs her face with it.
“And if you bite off his dick …” the voice of the third person in the room says, in a barely audible whisper, going up close to Stacia, placing something cold with a razor-thin hard edge against her neck, “…I’ll slice your throat.”