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The beginnings of a short story ( editted) ONE The heat from the blazing log fire was soporific. I felt myself drifting in and out of the conscious world . Slowly, dreamily slowly, I became aware of my surroundings Of more than just the flickering flames and the stifling heat and the insistent buzzing in my head . The large oak panelled room was devoid of furniture With a shock I realised I was naked, lying on my side , with my wrists painfully bound behind my back. I was aware I was lying on a hard bare wooden floor. As if from a distance I heard myself whimpering softly. I took a few deep breaths, tried to get a grip on the panic flooding through me . I tried to kneel up but couldn’t, weirdly aware of the weight of my breasts, the aching discomfort .Must be the way my back is arched by the wrist strapping. I shifted position to get more comfortable. Now my mind was clearing. Where was I How did I get here? Memories drifted,, some clear some blurred, fantastical. My heart was pounding still on the edge of panic. I clearly remember leaving the party with those two guys to go off to some kinky club I had never heard of. Wracking my brain I remember Was it the Hellfire Dungeon Club, The cool upper class type guys who had chatted me up made it sound so really crazy and wild I couldn’t resist their invite to join them on a visit. The taxi ride was Short so I think the club was still in central London. Then blank What in heavens name had happened at that Club? I slept , dreamed wild dreams, dreams of crazy demons using my body in unimaginable ways Swirling light Me screaming, Pleasure? pain? Then a hand on my shoulder , shaking me awake My head lifted someone offering a glass of cool fresh water to my parched lips. I came round Opening my eyes, a woman in a white lab coat is kneeling at my side Lifting my head onto her lap, my head lying her crisp starched lab coat, feeding me water, A Doctor, a nurse? She is smiling and I slowly realise with her free hand she is oh so gently caressing my naked breast. Do nurses do this? I feel an overwhelming surge of arousal. Lifting me gently, she positions me on my knees, back arched painfully the cruel way my forearms are bound. Reaching from behind, her hands curl over my bare breasts , she begins to milked me , firmly– I heard myself moaning, my sexual arousal ever more intense Oh god I am being watched ! I lift my eyes, gaze up at a man standing there Looming over me. He was tall, middled aged , elegantly dressed I don’t recognise him. “She’s almost fully awake , sir” The nurse’s voice was accented Mid European? Still she rolled my erect nipples , still I moaned softly His eyes examined me clinically, making me cringe in shame . He spoke, with that smooth, silky Old Etonian upper class drawl “Welcome to your new home, twenty three You are going to be a great addition to our stock” He began to turn away and paused “Tell me Doctor, is 23 letting down any milk” “No sir, no sign of milk but it responds well to the stimulation As you see” Now I was wide awake, and very frightened, when the man still sneering his sardonic smile , reached down and squeezed my breast, Hard enough to hurt, making me cry out. He slapped my face and I was quiet. He moved out of my line of sight and I heard a door close quietly. What did he mean calling me twenty three? Why was my body quivering with need? The woman in the white lab coat helped me stand Led me to my room where I was to live for the next two or was it three weeks So my nightmare began but how had it started? I protest, argue, I was just so accepting of what was happening to me. Utterly docile TWO I gradually came to learn that they kept me drugged, that they had first drugged me in the Uber cab on the way to the Hell Fire Club. I recalled being desperately in need for some serious sexual attention but I recalled little of what happened or even of the place itself . I just remember an almost animal like hunger for sex, for cock Any cock . It seems the club visit was their way of checking if women they targeted had the right sexual appetites. Others have since told me they watch and even take notes as they offer women to lots of people . I don’t remember how many men or maybe even women had me. I do remember that utter satisfied exhaustion you only feel after lots and lots of sex. It seems I passed the test since I was drugged but this time not to stimulate me but to knock me out . I was stripped and left bound by that fire until one of the Directors arrived to see me. Then I was led to this large comfortable room. With its door bolts and window bars. I am never usually remotely the passive type But now? Now I just accept everything contentedly certainly without any urge to object. Looking back I realise this is just not me. They are training me , moulding me into a new woman a different person I am not sure what for .All I know now is my daily routine keeps me in a state of arousal and that I now seem to be utterly docile I am woken , no idea what time , daylight anyway . The Nurse or Doctor or whoever she is gives me a quick physical and takes blood .The drugs they give me mean it is critical I have daily blood tests The drugs and other medicines are sometimes injected but usually in my drink or pills All I know is I now feel so very docile and at the same time so very sexually responsive. I become aroused very quickly, intensely . And my body is changing, I recall when I started on the pill my breasts have swelled a cup size and are a lot more sensitive But overall I feel fit, toned. The nurse let slip while chatting that eventually if they judge my drugs perfectly I will be in a constant state of arousal and need, I feel close to that now. Then I am dressed . What they have me wear varies but usually just a gown, a robe. I make my way down for breakfast.. Down the big wooden staircase , of this strange Victorian mansion. There are other people at the big long dining table. Men I don’t recognise who undress me with their eyes and sneer knowingly. Other members of staff who never speak and quite often one or two other girls. I can tell they are being trained like me by how slightly spaced out they seems and they are like me wearing just these flimsy robes.. I used to limit myself to a smoothie and oaty biscuit for breakfast but now I am fed eggs, sliced ham, more eggs, and lots of fruit , Weird I am not putting on weight., If anything I am more toned. After breakfast they take me to a training room. White walled, clinical. Every day different Day after day every day more sexually intense . THREE I lost count of the days , the training sessions but I knew with absolute clarity that my need for sex built day by day, with every training session, every injection. That all my living thought .swirled around my desperate need to be used, to give pleasure. I remember other little flashes from that time. Frequent pain , clearly recall weeping in anguish as they trained me to orgasm on demand The need to orgasm to please overwhelming all other thoughts.. And occasionally one of the sharp suited directors would silently watch my training or observe my morning medical. Today’s training reached new levels after days of pelvic muscle exercises with those different sized dildos and vibrators. As usual once in the training room the nurse stripped me of my gown and had me lie naked on the rubber covered padded treatment table . As so often before I was bound spreadeagled . She fingered my labia experimentally, casually, with a rubber gloved finger.I already knew how very very wet I was. Hearing the door open I turned my head. A man I hadn’t seen before standing there. Young, no more than 20 maybe 25, He looked like a boxer, a rugby player, When he dropped his dressing gown his naked body confirmed the look. My eyes immediately went to his very erect very impressive cock . I half heard the nurse. “You have taken you pills ? Do you need to have a quick orgasm to calm down a bit , sweetheart” He nodded, stroking his up thrusting swollen penis “Well, make it quick We have training planned for twenty three” She returned to the desk in the corner to her laptop The bull of a man without ceremony or greeting climbed onto me and in a moment penetrated soaking pussy, Holding himself over me on stiff arms. His rapid thrusts were painful but in my confused state I relished the stabbing pain. My body responded quickly, lubricating profusely My juices flood from me in warm pulses Soon I could hear the wet sloppy sounds of every thrust. It was over in just a few minutes as with a grunt he exploded inside me, climbed off me, found a chair and took the proffered mug of coffee.. I was left spreadeagled on the table, still quivering, mewling in the aftershock of the harsh use. I felt a flood of shame when the nurse used swabs to clean up the mess from my gaping vagina. My training began. More pelvic muscle exercises in. The boxer, half hard penetrated my open lubricated vagina easily .The nurse hissed at me, shouted, cajoled , urged “Push down girl” “ Match his rhythm 23” “ Feel him swell inside you ? ” “Squeezed that penis harder 23” He was very erect again in no time. It was exhausting. On and on, the man came two, three times. Moaning I quivered through waves of orgasm. I was barely aware of what was happening. Of when the nurses fingers replaced the big cock and she hissed her instructions to squeeze, to rotate my hips , to clench my whole belly. I was adrift in a blissful sea of sexual pleasure, writhing sweating, in my heart knowing this is what I was prepared for. Then finally itt was over, my body shaking exhausted I was cleaned and led back to my room for yet another deep drug induced sleep.. Was it just three weeks? Maybe four, it must have been more. I had to sign various documents during this period, A paper trail. Explaining my absence My unexpected holiday invite to a villa in Spain, how I planned to stay awhile Their cover story. FOUR It was obvious it was going to be a very different day from the moment they woke me. They allowed me to use a toy to masturbate while they completed the medical before taking me to a lovely room I’d never seen before, fully kitted out like spa, like a classy beauty salon, Clad in crisp white overalls, beauticians saw to my nails , my make up, all after a hair was washed and cut and had been blow dried, looking very fluffy and feminine in the mirror. Not my usual style at all! Then I was dressed, expensive gorgeous lingerie, so sensual on my sensitised body Then zipped into a classic figure hugging black cocktail dress and shoes that could have been made to measure. They were preparing another girl I knew slightly as number nineteen as I was being prepared but her dress was creamy white. Her beautiful young face looked serene but as if barely conscious of what they were doing . They lifted the back of my hair to fasten a broad leather neck collar with TWENTY THREE in clear gold lettering The letters glistening as I gazed at my image in the mirror, Two managers came in and a woman I didn’t know stood back reverentially while reporting to them. “Both objects are ready now, as you see.sir. Both have already masturbated and will remain highly lubricated” I didn’t feel the slightest flicker of shame hearing her words. God How they seem to have changed.me. G xxx. |
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12/3/2021 8:10 am |
A great story, you write so professionally, trapping me into your world, xx
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I do like this!
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I am one reader who will stop back for more. Well done.
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Thanks for the positive comments . Gives me the confidence to try to finish the story Thanks G xxx
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12/4/2021 2:41 am |
I enjoyed keep going please xx
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Oh yes, please do continue, I want to know what happens next! Intriguing and well-written...
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Yes, this is very well written. Will be interesting to see how it goes as you add more to it. Could be turned into a movie. 
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Dear all who comments I have taken on board comments are re written the first draft so plan to replace it shortly Watch this space G xx
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pleasing indeed geri and a good time to wish a Happy New Year and hope that all your cravings in the year are sated ...
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Can't wait for your next scripture.
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I love the fact that it is not far from the fantasy world at all, the use of the Hell Fire club is a nice touch, the Etonian accents, the eastern European accents, all add to the atmosphere, and of course I do adore ladies in the finest most expensive gossamer thin lingerie. They always say a writers first writings are also autobiographical..............I wonder ?????
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Great story. Please keep writing. Waiting to see how this plays out...
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The story pulled me in, would love to know what happens next..........
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Hello Geri, a great start of your story that makes appetite for more to come. I enjoyed reading it and hope that you will continue writting more parts. It is very easy to see much of your own exploration and expression of your own submissive mind and body in your protagonist - especially after reading your "diary blog". It is such a great way of expressing one's feelings and needs, perhaps even testing out limits and crossing borders. I'm sure you are enjyoing writing just as much as your audience enjoys reading it. I'm looking forward to "learn" more about you
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You also asked for genuine feedback about your writing. I'm glad to provide my point of view and hope that you will find it helpful and not rude or discouraging: 1.) At the start your character is confused by drugs. Your description of her flashback on what happened in the club is crisp and clear. Should probably be more hazy and fragmented 2.) The story is written completely out of 23s perspective. You should describe more about what's on her mind, her feelings, her fears, her (subjective) assumptions proven right or wrong by later events. Use the potential of the unique perspective so that the audience learn more about her in the process 3.) Of cause breaking that perspective and writing a section or chapter from the perspective of one of the men might be a clever way to spice up the story and bring in some variety. It might also be useful for some exposition for the reader 4.) Your story has a very nice progression, slowly unfolding and intensifiying. That's great and I like it very much. Not going straight into action, giving us time to build a bond with 23. If you still want some more explicit action and erotic scenery, you could easily use that 23 is not the only slave in training. Why not let her witness a session with one of the "senior slaves" nearning the end of her training at the start of the story? Or let her participate in a punishment of a slave, showing her the price for defience or resistance 5.) I think my main advice for you is to give more insight into how the whole training for 23 works. Is she submissive from the start and more than happy to accept her situation? Or feeling something dormant awaking that she had neglected all the time? Is she secretly resisting but thinks that looking as if she has surrendered is her only way out? Perhaps because she had witnessed what they do with s/o trying to fell (see above)? Is she putting up a fight but forced to submit? If yes, what makes her submit? Her drug stimulated lust and desire? Her fears? The physical or the mental abuse? i think that this is a main theme of your story (and I think it is imporant and interesting for you as a sub, too). But you do not use the full potental in your story right now.
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