Kink Me - 9 - Use Me

Content Labels: Kink & BDSM

The party was over, most everyone had gone. I carried the last bag of trash out to the dumpster, then came back in for my bag. Reaching for it, I turned to look at something seen out of the corner of my eye. In the shadows of the far corner, a figure. Curious, I picked up my bag and crossed the room.

The Lockbox - Part Four

Content Labels: Abduction, Violence, Bondage

The automated machinery started clanking again. She didn't even bother to yell this time. Obviously the box she was in was too far from the entrance for anyone to hear her. Every couple of hours the clanking had started, and she had yelled and thrown herself against the box, making it swing. And no one had responded. No one was ever going to hear her.

The Lockbox - Part Three

Ben cut off his truck, then sat there for a moment, staring at the gate. No carbox sat there now; it sat waiting for him to decide which to call. He could simply call up an empty box and put his truck in it, then walk the two blocks home. Just like any other night.

Stephanie's Story - Part Two

Content Labels: Slavery

It was raining; it had been raining for four days. The roads were muddy sticky messes, pulling at the wheels of carts and the hooves of horses. Crossing the road was an iffy proposition. But the girl sitting in the back of wagon didn't mind the rain. She raised her face to it, listening to the differences in how the drops sounded when they landed on her eyes and her ears and her cheeks. This was the first time she'd come into town with the Master; first time she'd ever left the plantation at all. The wagon was empty except for her and another slave, a boy, sitting on the opposite side of the wagon, huddled against the rain. The Master was coming to pick up supplies, and she didn't understand why he picked her to help him carry them. Everyone knew she was useless now, couldn't carry half of anything.

Stephanie's Story - Part One

Content Labels: Slavery, Assault, Violence, Serious Injury

Her name wasn't Stephanie at first. It was something else, something long forgotten. She was a lanky, light-brown girl with hair more curly than kinky, eyes too light. She was different from the dark-skinned children around her, and they never let her forget it. Children have their own cruelty, sharper and more subtle. They didn't like her fumbling attempts to talk, her pigeon-toed shambling walk. She learned to be silent, to stay out of reach of fingers that pulled her hair and feet that tripped her. Her favorite thing to do was to sneak away to the pond, wriggle down into the muddy water with only her face above water, nearly invisible, and float there, watching the clouds go by.

Be Still

Content Labels: Child Sexual Assault

It was raining a little, and starting to get dark. Running away from home seemed a lot more exciting this morning. The boy had planned it out, packed a backpack full of supplies, and carefully colored a line on a map to plan where he was going. It had taken him almost two weeks to sneak food out of the way, and pack up a clean pair of underwear and socks, and find a blanket that would fold up really small but was strong enough to last. He had carefully packed everything up in plastic bags, getting all the air out to pack it in tightly. He was pretty proud of his planning, and when he struck out from his school bus-stop, he had swaggered proudly as he walked down the road.

Heaven's Hands

The touch of his hands send fire

Through and through me,

And my body screams for the pain of pleasure

‘Till my heart stops, and I forget to breathe

Because of the currents shooting up

And down my body in waves of

Pain, pleasure, excitement, and ecstasy.

We'll Never Be (excerpt)

We’re just too different, you and I.

Or maybe we’re just too alike.

I love you with all my heart,

But the end is inevitably coming.

We will be friends, I think, I hope.

We get along so well together.

But can I bear not to

Hold your hand, kiss your lips, taste your sweet breath?

I love you, and you love me,

But you and I may never be

The kind of lovers in my dreams.

We’ll just be friends, it really seems.

(July 9, 1990)

Racing Colors

Colors racing through the sky at sunrise,

Chasing each other from horizon to horizon,

Racing to meet across the sky.

But before they can meet,

The sun comes up

Through the ocean, into the sky.

It halts the race of colors,

Banishing them away,

To come back tomorrow

Racing through the sky.

(written pre-1990)

The Lockbox - Part Two

Content Labels: Abduction

She woke slowly. The first thing she registered was her thirst, then a weak light. It was dark in the box, but she could see light coming in around the edges of the door. Daytime, then. Her chest hurt, and so did her neck. She struggled to roll over; it hurt, especially on her hips and shoulders. They were stiff from laying there for however long it had been. Thank goodness for the blanket, even it was scratchy and smelled like motor oil. If not for that, the rest of her would be a chilled and numb as her poor bare feet. She looked around, hoping to spot her shoes. There wasn’t much to see – it was an empty box. Empty except for her and the blanket.

The Lockbox - Part One

Content Labels: Abduction

Ben waved his transponder button in the direction of the parking monitor; a green light flashed at him, and the gate lifted as an empty box was brought to the closest loading zone. Like many other people that lived at the edge of the city, there wasn’t enough room for him to park his truck at his apartment. He could pay for a space underground at his apartment, but those spaces cost almost as much as the apartment itself. For a fraction of the cost, he could park in a carbox complex just a couple of blocks away. Stacks upon stacks of boxes, each holding a vehicle. The automation that brought you an empty box, and carried away the full one with your vehicle, was pretty impressive, but he really didn’t give it a second thought anymore. He put the car in gear and started to roll it into the box.

How to Blow an Ice-Cream Cone

Because sometimes you need to practice. And sometimes it’s just fun to torture the guy watching you eat the ice-cream cone.

Poem - Rubi

Sometimes I can feel Rubi trying to get out, get hurt. I’ll notice a twitch, a thump. My fingers can’t keep still. Thumping my fist on my thigh, beating in time to… what? Feels good, the pounding. Must keep her in, down, away. If she comes out, I’ll hurt her/she’ll hurt me/we. No sense of self-preservation. Fascination… shiny blade, sparkling fire, destruction. Hurt me, hurt them, what does it matter? Put down the lighter, Rubi. Finding holes burnt into clothes, ash from paper, soot on my fingers. Turn on the music; she likes to sing. Turn it up loud, loud as it’ll go. So loud the windows buzz. Sing along, yell to be heard. Rubi sings, I sing. Can’t hear myself singing, it’s just loud. Music has a beat, beat on my leg, beat my fingers on the steering column. The hurt feels good, pain travels up my arm and locks Rubi in, feeds her. She needs the pain, the music, the beat.

Be Ready

Content Labels: Child Sexual Assault, Explicit Sexual Content, Incest

When Paul came to be inside my head, he brought with him a single memory. It wasn't a pleasant one, but writing it out helped him to deal with it.

Sam And Daddy

Content Labels: Incest, Explicit Sexual Content, Violence

Sam tried to repress a giggle as she turned the key over again. It should not be this hard to unlock a door… and it should not be funny, either! But she was pleasantly boozed up, and so it was funny. Three times she flipped the key over before it finally fit into the lock. Quietly opening the door, she snuck inside, pulling the door closed behind her. She used both hands to move the deadbolt into place. If she forgot to lock it, her parents would probably figure out that she’d come home way too late. And if they found out she was drunk, too, well…. Her Mom wasn’t exactly okay with the idea of underage drinking. There had been a few conversations recently about responsibility and illegal and whatever. Better if Sam just went quietly to her room without having to deal with her parents.

Kink Me - 8 - Soothe Me

Content Labels: Kink & BDSM, Nudity

It's been a long day, and all I want to do is collapse on my bed until supper is ready. Even carrying my purse in from the car seems like a burden. I hate feeling this way. I trudge through the grass to my front door, struggling to get the key in the lock - because everything is a struggle right now. Opening the door, I toss the keys in my purse, knowing I'll regret doing so later when I have to fish them out. I shut the door behind me, drop the purse beside it, and walk into the living room. It's dark, and the cool atmosphere soothes my spirit a bit. I nod at my boyfriend as I pass through, headed to my bedroom.

Kink Me - 7 - Soak Me

Content Labels: Kink & BDSM, Nudity, Blood

I unlock my front door, feeling vulnerable, and leave it just a bit open, flooding early-morning sunlight into the living room. I head for the bathroom, bare feet padding comfortably on the carpet. Doffing my robe, I turn on the water, shivering as I wait for it to warm up, then stepping in when I start seeing steam rise. I quickly wash my hair, sighing with pleasure as the hot water soothes me. I listen for any sounds from the living room, but if they exist, the noise of the shower covers them up, even with the bathroom door cracked open.

Kink Me - 6 - Prey Upon Me

Content Labels: Kink & BDSM, Nudity

I knock on the door, and stand there, trembling. I have the urge to run back to the car that drove me here, before it can reach the end of the drive. But I remember hearing the locks click as soon as I exited, and knowing that option was closed to me. It’s not hot outside, but anticipation has brought a light sheen of sweat to my skin, and my thin tee-shirt is clinging to me, outlining my nipples where they poke at the cloth. I carry nothing but a small bag holding a change of clothes – no wallet, no phone, no makeup. None of the baggage that identifies and anchors me to the real world. It’s just me, simple, unadorned.

Kink Me - 5 - Cut Me

Content Labels: Kink & BDSM, Nudity, Blood

Your eyes demand mine from across the room, and you call me to you with a crooked finger. I softly pad, barefoot, across the floor, aware of people looking at me, wearing nothing more than a thong and a long shirt that barely covers me. It’s chilly, and my body shows it – my nipples are peaked, and goosebumps cover my arms. When I reach you, you silently move me where you want me to stand. You tenderly, passionately kiss me, holding my arms down at my side, and heat fills me up, making me pliable and eager to please.

Cattle Maid

Content Labels: Mythical Creatures, Blood

They call us cattle. It’s not meant to be insulting. It’s just a statement of fact. They feed off us, and they rely on us for their very life. So is it not a declaration of their need for us, to call us cattle? Of course, most cattle aren’t aware of their status. Perhaps I’m the only one. The only one that willingly submits herself to the cold touch of a hungry immortal seeking that which will preserve his life.