by Cherry Lee
She took to hiding in a ladies’ room stall for a little peace from the constant demands on her time. As she sat on the toilet, she’d think of Brian, his caresses and his spankings, his rude words and gentle kisses and her hand would slip between her legs to tease her clit. Without him to tell her to hold off, she could come whenever she wanted to. The release wasn’t nearly as powerful or as sweet.
One day as she sat trying to figure out what exactly she’d given up and why she wanted it back so badly, the bathroom door opened and two chattering females entered. Sabrina recognized the voices as Astrid’s and Marie’s.
“…not going to his party. He’s such a player. Thinks he can manipulate me, but I’ve got him by the balls.”
“Careful, you sound like our bitch of a boss. Get too cutthroat like her and you’ll never get laid. What man wants to put his dick in a vise?”
Here we go again. Had anything changed in the month since she’d last sat here listening to these women tear her down.
Suddenly Sabrina realized she had. Before, she’d half believed their bullshit about her being frigid or emotionless. Well the work place wasn’t an appropriate forum for emotions, but that didn’t mean she didn’t possess them. With Brian she’d felt not only incredible sexual relief but passion, ardor and devotion. She was a woman with a great depth of feeling and she knew that now. No more hiding in the john or hiding her sexuality. Sabrina pulled up her underwear and pushed open the door of the stall. She strode to the sink near the two women who were reapplying makeup and touching up their carefully tousled hair.
“Ladies,” she greeted them, smiling inwardly at the open-mouthed stupefaction on their faces. “Lovely day for some ball busting, isn’t it?”
She didn’t say anything else, simply washed her hands and walked from the restroom. Let them stew on the knowledge they’d badmouthed their superior and what the ramifications of that might be. No one was getting fired over some nasty comments, but Astrid and Marie didn’t know that.
When she returned to her office, Sabrina found a package on her desk the mailroom had delivered. Without ever having seen Brian’s handwriting, she knew the sloppy scrawl on the manila envelope was his. She weighed the packet in her hand, knowing exactly what the contents were, tossed it back on her desk and picked up her phone.
After five rings, it went to voice mail, Sabrina froze. She had too much to say to leave a message. She needed to see him face to face.
Epiphany or no, she still had work to do before she could leave for the day, but now she accomplished each task with effortless ease, sailing on a tide of self-assurance. At last she knew exactly what it was she wanted. Her only fear was that her realization might have come too late to win back Brian, but she wouldn’t let fear cloud her confidence.
That evening as she prepared herself to go to him, showering, applying lotion, makeup and fixing her hair, her heart raced. Deep inside she was certain he’d forgive her for her abrupt ending of their relationship, but there was still a possibility he’d refuse to take her back. Or, God forbid, he may have found someone else in the days they’d been apart.
She drove over to his apartment, jittery from the adrenaline rush. It was the first time she’d ever gone to Brian without invitation. Would he be relieved to see her, or angry that she hadn’t called first?
She rode up the rickety elevator to his floor and paused in front of his scarred metal door. A glance down the hallway at the other apartment doors convinced her there was no immediate likelihood of someone coming out, and even if there were, she intended to follow through with her plan.
Sabrina banged hard on Brian’s door.
His muffled voice called from somewhere in the apartment, “Just a minute.”
She stripped off her purse and coat and dropped to her knees in front of his door—naked. She wore only her collar and the tail tucked firmly in her ass. Her hair was drawn into dog ears and her paws hung down before her, ready for begging. She waited, hair prickling, body tingling at the thought of discovery by a neighbor and even more from the fear that Brian would take one look at her and slam the door in her face. It seemed to take forever before the door opened.
Brian stood there clad in his boxers and a wifebeater. For one comical second, he stared into the hallway, searching for the person who had rung his bell and then his gaze dropped to her.
Sabrina whined and looked up at him with all the adoration she could muster. Her eyes silently said, “Please, please forgive me.”
Brian didn’t respond for several beats and her heart plummeted. Then he leaned over and patted her head, scratching behind her ears. “Where did you come from? A pretty little stray on my doorstep. I guess you’d better come inside, girl.”
Sabrina dropped to all fours and followed him into the apartment.
* * * *
Much later, after she’d groveled on her belly for forgiveness and he’d fucked her ass so hard it hurt, Brian patted the bed beside him, calling her up there to lie with him.
She’d already given him back the unopened packet of pictures. He’d tossed them aside as he pulled her into his arms. Now Brian turned on his TV and queued up a DVD.
“I want to show you this. I wasn’t going to keep it, but I haven’t destroyed it yet. I was making this slide show for you.”
The first image on the screen was of an elegant woman posing with a wedding party. He’d blurred the other people in the photo and focused purely on her face. Sabrina could see the sadness in her eyes which she hadn’t even realized she was projecting. But Brian had seen it through his lens.
The next photos showed her in various aspects of transforming from woman to dog. The shot of her with her dress flipped up to expose her ass and her face looking back over one shoulder was not only hot but moving. She looked like a woman on the verge of discovering something new in her life—a little nervous yet very excited.
The slide show continued with a close-up of Sabrina’s mouth stretched around a rubber ball, her face dripping as she lifted it from her water bowl, her body curled in fetal position on her dog bed. Any one of these pictures could have been a garish, tawdry display of a humiliated woman. But in black and white and with the camera focused on little details, they became breathtaking art. The viewer could see the discomfort in having one’s mouth filled with a ball—and how much the woman holding the ball craved that discomfort. The expression in her eyes as she looked up at her master with droplets of water falling from her chin was almost spiritually devotional. And her sleeping face displayed such contentment it touched the viewer’s heart. These were pictures of a woman who’d discovered something she’d been searching for. They were pictures of a woman at peace.
Sabrina squeezed Brian’s hand as a photo of her in the dog kennel appeared. Once again, her gaze said everything about what she was feeling as she peered between the bars. The next photo showed the tip of Brian’s cock approaching her wide open mouth. Sabrina’s pussy ached at the sense memories it evoked. She wanted that now—the cage around her, master’s cock presented like manna from heaven. She squirmed on the soft mattress, craving the hard floor of her cage.
The rest of the slide show played out, each erotic moment captured in exquisite beauty, and then the screen went blank.
Sabrina turned to Brian and kissed him. “Thank you. I had no idea.”
“I know you didn’t. Because you can’t see what I see about you.” He smiled. “Observing and showing an inner truth—that’s what an artist does.”
“Show me more. Train me harder. Put me in my kennel right now.”
Her master reached out and scratched her belly until she rolled on her back. “A pup doesn’t need to be caged all the time. Sleep with me tonight.”
Sabrina nodded and curled up beside him, whimpering in contentment.
The End
ABOUT CHERRY LEE
Taste the forbidden fruit of Cherry Lee. I enjoy exploring the bitter dark chocolate of sex as well as the sweet cherry center. If you like your
erotica with edge, sample my stories. You can learn more about me at MySpace and can contact me with any comments at cherryleewriter at yahoo dot com.
Under other pseudonyms, I have many books with various publishers.
I hope you enjoy my stories here at eXcessica.
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BRANDED
By Cherry Lee
When the walls come tumbling down, can Sondra accept the secret that lies behind them?
Strong-willed Sondra is concerned by her sister, Melanie’s, new life as a full time submissive in a master dominant’s household. To alleviate her sister’s worries about this lifestyle, Mel invites her for a visit.
Sondra soon begins a sexual journey under the tutelage of Master Damien, exploring levels of desire she never knew she possessed. Will she surrender her will to him and can she acknowledge a facet of herself she thought she’d put behind her?
This title contains BDSM practices, branding and incest.
Excerpt From BRANDED:
“This isn’t like you, Mel. You’re freaking me out.”
“Trust me, sweetie. You have nothing to worry about.” My sister’s voice was cool and smooth as silk, unruffled despite the fact we’d been arguing for the past twenty minutes. Or actually, I’d been arguing, she’d been responding in that calm, affectionate voice, refusing to rise no matter how I baited her.
“Well, I am worried. You’re involved in this strange lifestyle, you barely call anymore, and when we do talk you don’t sound like yourself.”
“Sondra, believe me, I’m more myself now than I’ve ever been my entire life. I know it seems weird to you, but have you ever known me to rush into anything? I’m embracing something that makes me happy, and I wish you could be happy for me.”
She was right. I was the impetuous younger sister, the one who threw herself into situations without considering consequences. If levelheaded Melanie told me she wanted to be living as essentially a sex slave in some mysterious man’s home, I had to believe she was quite serious and hadn’t been coerced into it.
“But it’s so…wrong! You’ve given up your job, your apartment, and you’ve surrendered your body to this man to…to do whatever he wants with. How can giving up your will be mentally healthy?”
“I haven’t given up my will.” Her voice remained infuriatingly calm. I wanted to reach through the phone line and slap her. “You wouldn’t believe the willpower it takes to do this, to be this. And I haven’t called because I knew you wouldn’t understand the life I’ve chosen. It’s just too difficult for an outsider.”
Outsider. I was an outsider now? To the sister who’d been closer to me than anyone in my entire life, any friend or lover I’d ever had. Her words hurt. I drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. This might be my one chance to reach out to her and keep our communication open. I must choose my words carefully for once.
“You’re right. I don’t know anything about BDSM or about what draws some people to be dominants or submissives. But, if it’s as fulfilling as you say, maybe it’s something I should check out. How would your…master feel about having a houseguest for a two-week visit? I’ve got some time coming at work and my plan was Cancun, but I’d much rather see you.”
There was a long pause. For a moment, I thought she’d turn me down, then Melanie spoke breathlessly. “Seriously? You’d come to Napa? Oh honey, I’ll have to ask Master Damien, but if he permits it, I’d love to see you.”
“Ask him then and call me as soon as you find out.” I managed to keep the disdain from my voice. But inside her words rankled. Asking for permission from a man? Such bullshit!
Mel’s voice bubbled with excitement. “You’ll love the estate and the vineyards. It’s so gorgeous here, and as for the rest of it, honestly, at first you might be a little freaked out, but I think you’ll start to understand our relationship.”
I was already freaked out. Seeing dungeons, torture equipment and sex toys first hand could hardly make it any worse.
“I’ll send you a couple of very good books to give you an overview of the different elements of the lifestyle.”
Kinky sex homework. Nice. This should be a vacation to remember.
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