Twisted: Bondage With an Edge

by Alison Tyler

  Luis thanked the clerk, who told them to summon her if they had any further questions. If she knew why the collar was being bought, she played it reasonably cool—but that was more than just a typical flirty smile Tera glimpsed on the clerk’s face as she flitted away back to the counter.

  Luis reached up and withdrew the first collar from the wall. It was big and black leather and had shiny metal studs on it.

  He set their lingerie bags aside, leaned his walking stick up against a shelf and held the collar up to Tera’s throat.

  Tera recoiled. “You’re not going to put that thing on me, are you?” she hissed. “In public?”

  Luis answered: “Of course I am.”

  “But people are watching!” said Tera, her face now very red. She felt a fierce and powerful arousal as humiliation washed through her.

  “How else,” Luis asked, “do you propose I ensure a proper fitting for my pet?”

  Tera gulped and said, “But it’s not supposed to fit me!”

  “Says who?” smiled Luis, his voice a soothing purr. “It’s for a pet. And as you’ll recall, it’s my decision who knows you’re my pet. Isn’t that what I told you when I made you lift your skirt for that trucker last weekend?”

  Tera blushed very red; her nipples stood out painfully through the thin cotton dress. She’d forgotten all about that. Her clit throbbed. Her pussy felt wet; her thighs seemed slick, and it wasn’t just from sweat. The air-conditioning of the pet store chilled her flesh.

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  “And he liked it quite a bit, didn’t he?”

  “Yes, Sir,” she said.

  “But I think you liked it more.”

  Tera nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Then come here,” said Luis firmly, “and let me fit my pet for its collar.”

  Tera felt dizzy. It. She was “It.”

  When Tera shied away again as he went to put the collar on her, he spoke very sharply to her.

  “Tera, I won’t ask you again. If I have to tell you again, that skirt is coming up...and that clerk who’s been watching us so intently is going to see you get your ass reddened.”

  The second he mentioned spanking her, Tera was helpless to resist. She already knew she could expect to be spanked when they got home—just for questioning Luis’s order. But she was positively destroyed by the thought of having it happen right here in the pet store. She knew she’d be revisiting that hopefully-never-to-happen moment in her fantasies the next time Luis gave her permission to masturbate.

  Tera stepped forward; Luis buckled the collar around her throat.

  If the clerk at the counter had not known before what—or whom—the collar was for, she certainly knew now. She was watching them like a hawk.

  And from the look on her face, she certainly seemed to approve. The pretty young woman could not have been much older than twenty, but she clearly knew her way in the world.

  Luis tugged at the heavy D-ring of the black leather collar. Its weight sent a ripple through Tera’s body.

  “This one will do for when you’re at home, fighting my authority...like you just did. But I think you need a prettier one for when you’re out in public. One that matches that rhinestone merry widow I just bought you...don’t you think?”

  Tera’s eyes went wide. Her jaw dropped. Her mouth twisted in an expression of horror. “In...in public?” she whimpered.

  Luis planted his mouth on hers and kissed her deeply.

  As he kissed her, he tugged at the D-ring of the heavy leather collar. The pressure on the back of Tera’s neck sent a spasm of pleasure through her.

  Luis took the black leather collar off her and set it aside.

  He took down a far more slender collar—one of white leather, with rhinestones circling it. It had a delicate little buckle. There was no D-ring on it; it was clearly not made for a leash. And it was made for a female dog...one about Tera’s size. It must have been made for a very large dog who always followed its master’s commands.

  Tera felt the snug embrace of the smaller collar as Luis buckled it around her throat. Tera saw his eyes widen. He seemed to catch his breath.

  “What a shame,” he said, “that they don’t have mirrors in pet stores. You look quite stunning in it. Once I get you in that rhinestone number...”

  Tera frowned. The white rhinestone-studded merry widow that Luis had just purchased for her had been bought over Tera’s objections. She felt it made her look tacky, slutty and cheap. “I look like a stripper,” she said. “I don’t want to look like a stripper!”

  “But that’s not for you to decide,” Luis had told her.

  “This one doesn’t have a D-ring for a leash,” he said breathlessly. “It’s only for when you’re very, very good. For when I know you’ll do exactly as I say. When no leash is necessary. Can you promise me you’ll try to earn this collar, Tera? Otherwise...”

  With a smile, Luis reached up and seized a leather leash from the wall—a huge, long one with a big leather loop and a chain at the end; the clip that hooked to a beast’s collar was clearly made to resist the pull of a very strong dog.

  He held up the black leather leash and the black leather collar together, and said firmly, “Try to earn the pretty little one, will you? Try and be a good pet for me?”

  Tera nodded emphatically. Her voice rich with arousal, she whimpered, “Yes, Sir. I’ll try.”

  He took the rhinestone collar off of her. They gathered the Bonne Femme bags, the leash and the two collars.

  They took them up to the clerk, who rang them up.

  Her eyes lingered lushly in a slow circuit from Luis to Tera, then to the collars.

  She named their price.

  Luis winked at her.

  The young pretty clerk blushed. She was forced, by the pet store chain, to wear a uniform polo shirt that was not very flattering to her figure. She chose, however, to wear it two sizes too small. The strained fabric tented slightly more as her nipples stiffened.

  Both Luis and Tera could see this happening as the clerk ran Luis’s credit card, and he signed.

  Tera and Luis left the pet store.

  Outside, right where the clerk could see them...right where anybody could see them, Luis stopped and opened the bag from the pet store.

  “I think we know what kind of a collar you need for tonight, don’t we?”

  Tera didn’t, but she answered, “Yes, of course, Sir.” She hoped he would tell her, not ask her...because she didn’t know if tonight Luis expected that she would be his obedient pet, pretty and perfect and cuddly—or a ravenous beast that needed to be collared and chained. Right now, she felt more like a beast. Her pussy ached to be filled. With Luis deliciously humiliating her in public like this, Tera didn’t entirely trust herself not to throw herself on him in the car...or worse, try to wrestle him onto one of the mall’s many benches and ride him like a pony before he could stop her. She was so turned on she feared she could not control herself.

  She felt very much like an animal and wanted to be collared.

  To her relief, however, Luis had more faith in Tera than she had in herself. He believed her to be a very safe pet.

  He said: “You’ve been very good—even with all those people watching.”

  “They’re still watching, Sir,” gulped Tera nervously, shifting her body and wriggling from side to side as her deep sense of humiliated arousal only grew with her anticipation.

  Luis smiled.

  “Yes, there are quite a few people around, aren’t there? Perhaps they’ll know why a boyfriend would collar his girlfriend like this. Perhaps they’ll know what this means.”

  He reached into the bag and took out the white rhinestone collar. He held it up. He fished his penknife out of the pocket of his suit pants and sliced the tag off the collar.

  Tera made surreptitious glances all up and down the mall. There were people standing nearby and a few were watching them—a group of college girls, a trio of food-court employees who seemed to have ju
st gotten off work. Tera felt very aroused and very embarrassed.

  Luis held up the collar for her.

  He said, “I won’t need leash tonight, will I? Will you do everything I say tonight, Tera? Will you be my very good pet?”

  Tera nodded and stepped forward into the embrace of the white rhinestone collar.

  She felt Luis buckling it around her throat. She never looked away as he did so, and neither did he; they locked eyes until the white rhinestone collar was secure around her throat.

  “Yes,” she told him. “Everything.”

  His arms went around her. He held her close. His body felt warm as his hands came to rest on her ass.

  He turned her around and steered her toward the parking lot.

  WILDERNESS TEST

  Veronica Wilde

  Karenna didn’t know whose cock was pushing inside her, but she knew it felt good. Her thighs ached wider, though they were already chained apart to the legs of the cot. When the man withdrew, she moaned in frustration. A single fingertip teasing her clit was the only response and then, as she whimpered in complaint again, low male laughter.

  “You really get off on this, don’t you?” Tim asked.

  Karenna scowled. “Dammit, Tim, I told you not to talk! Now you ruined it.”

  He lifted her blindfold, peered into her green eyes and kissed her. “Sorry. You just looked so hot.”

  He tweaked her nipples, sighing lustfully over her full, naked breasts. Then he drove all seven inches of his cock inside her. Though he hadn’t tugged her blindfold back down, it felt good. Karenna closed her eyes and returned to the fantasy that she was being taken anonymously by some sexy brute who’d tied her up.

  It was hard to steal these moments alone at the summer camp where they both worked as junior counselors. They slept in separate cabins shared with other counselors and sneaking off into the woods for a quick fuck just wasn’t easy with so many young campers wandering around. Right now they were supposed to be down at the lake for the daily afternoon sailing/ swimming session—but they had bribed other junior counselors into covering for them.

  Something rustled in the greenery outside. Karenna peeked out. Tim was moaning on top of her, oblivious, but there was a silhouette outside the open cabin window behind him, a male outline with the sun to his back. Excitement flooded her face. Just like in her naughtiest fantasies, a man was watching her get fucked while she was tied up and naked. A man who clearly liked watching her breasts bounce, her pussy speared by Tim’s thrusting cock.

  A dizzying whirlpool of heat began in her pussy. She was going to come and soon. She grunted, arching her back and imagining who it could be. Probably it was one of Tim’s friends leering at her but oh, how badly she wanted it to be one of the hot senior counselors. Older and remote, too cool to associate with their younger colleagues, the senior camp counselors were way sexier than her fellow junior counselors like Tim. Especially Dax, the darkly sexy and hard-muscled leader, with his deep tan and slow, dirty smiles.

  “God, your pussy feels so good...” Tim was fucking her into a frenzy. A primitive cry tore from Karenna’s throat as her cunt closed around him, squeezing him in wet, blissful throbs.

  That night, after the official lights-out saw the campers safely in their beds, Karenna and the other junior counselors gathered for their nightly campfire. This was her favorite part of the day, when they could crack open a cold beer and laugh under the stars.

  This was her first summer working at this camp. She hadn’t been too wild about the idea, but once she got here, she saw the advantages of spending four weeks at a campground where no one knew her. Here she might be able to live out her secret fantasies of bondage and submission—all the things she was too shy to request back on campus from her college boyfriends. It seemed safer here to experiment. She’d quickly seduced Tim with an eye to shaping him into the dirty, dominant man of her dreams. Whenever they found an hour to sneak off into an empty cabin, Tim tied her up and bossed her around just as she directed. But though the sex was good, it didn’t quite hit all those forbidden, degrading notes she craved.

  Her mind returned again to the senior camp counselors. The junior counselors were in college, but the senior counselors were all well into their twenties. They were in charge of actually running the camp, from the dining hall to the sailboats. Karenna dreamed of submitting to one of them, especially the coolly aloof Dax, who was so curt and unattainable.

  “I heard something,” said another counselor uneasily. She looked over her shoulder at the woods. While they were allowed to have campfires, most of them were under drinking age and the senior counselors had warned them that alcohol wasn’t allowed.

  “Raccoon,” Tim dismissed. He held out a hand. “Smitty, throw me another one.”

  “Actually,” said a deep voice, “why don’t you throw us one, Smitty.”

  Three of the senior counselors walked out of the woods. Everyone groaned with disappointment, but Karenna’s first thought was of how tanned and glowing Dax looked in the firelight. His dark brows knit over almond-shaped eyes and his rumpled dark hair fell over his forehead.

  “You really thought we wouldn’t bust you?” another senior counselor asked. “You’ve been told time and again there’s no alcohol allowed for junior counselors.”

  They ambled to the cooler and helped themselves to the remaining beers. “You all need to go back to your cabins,” Dax ordered. “We’ll deal with you tomorrow.”

  His eyes flickered over Karenna. Her nipples stiffened. Was it her imagination or had he directed that at her? Again she remembered that shadow at the window watching Tim fuck her. Maybe it had been Dax, checking to make sure none of the junior counselors were skipping out on swimming/sailing. A low, warm arousal loosened in her body.

  The junior counselors got to their feet and began the walk back to their cabins, grumbling about losing their beer. But Karenna couldn’t stop wondering what tomorrow would hold.

  The next day each of the junior counselors received notes informing them of their scheduled meeting with a senior counselor. Karenna smirked to see that she was meeting privately with Dax, just after dinner. She already knew from Tim and the other junior counselors what their punishments were—a ban on campfires for a week. “It’s goddamned ridiculous,” Tim grumbled. “You think they weren’t drinking when they were junior counselors?”

  Karenna was so nervous she could barely eat a bite at dinner. Afterward she ran to change into her sexiest shorts, along with a white cotton camisole that showed off her full, round breasts. After brushing out her long hair, she walked down to the campground office where Dax was waiting.

  He was leaning over the desk, reviewing reports. His dark gaze lifted disdainfully. “Shut the door. Stand over here, in front of me.”

  She obeyed. She felt even more nervous standing next to him, his tanned face level with her crotch. “Word has it, you didn’t attend swimming/sailing yesterday. Is that true?”

  “I—” She tried to think of a way out of this. “You’re right. I didn’t. It was just the one time.”

  “That’s a much more serious infraction than the beer last night. So your punishment will be a little different.”

  Now his dark, implacable eyes met hers. She knew that he’d been the one watching her get fucked yesterday. That—just maybe—he’d even raided their campfire last night deliberately to set up this punishment.

  “Punish me however you see fit,” she said. Her voice was trembling and, god help her, her panties were soaked. “I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

  A cruel smirk played around his lips. Almost as if to say, it’s not going to be that easy, kid. “I’m not even sure why you have a job here,” he went on. “You’re supposed to be teaching the campers how to sail, how to identify plants in the woods, how to become strong and self-reliant. Instead you’re slipping off with your boyfriend.”

  “I’m sorry.” She meant it, too. Dax vibrated with a dark, menacing energy.

  “A
re you listening?”

  “Yes, yes!”

  He stood up, all six feet of him looming over her. “Then let’s get going. You have a wilderness test to pass.”

  He led her down toward the marina, where the sailboats glowed in the deepening dusk. No one was down here at this hour and she fantasized briefly that he would push her into the marina office and rip off her camisole. She couldn’t take her eyes from his hard thighs. Instead he led her past the boats and up a dirt path into a part of woods the campers weren’t allowed to enter.

  He stopped her and pulled out a black blindfold. “First test,” he said casually. “Your tracking skills. Right now you’re not going to see where we go, but later I’ll expect you to trace the same trail.”

  Ridiculous. There was no requirement for junior counselors to be expert trackers. “Okay...” She swallowed as his amber eyes met hers. He slid the blindfold over her eyes. Just like that, the world went dark.

  “How...?” How was she supposed to follow him blindfolded? But Dax lifted her wrists and began tying them together.

  Oh, god. This really was going exactly where she’d hoped.

  “What kind of a knot is that?” he asked. “You’re supposed to teach the different knots used in sailing—what one did I just use on you?”

  “I have no idea,” she protested.

  Dax snorted and yanked the rope, tugging her forward. She followed behind him closely, a leashed pet, bumping into him on occasion. She could tell from the rising insect choir that night was falling in the woods and her vulnerability made her feel scared and horny and excited. Then Dax stopped her again. He pressed something into her hands—a plant.

  “What is that?” he asked. “Junior counselors should be able to identify the plant life of the woods.”

  She groaned. “I have no idea, but it better not be poison ivy.”

  She knew immediately she hadn’t been deferential enough. Dax yanked on the rope. “Okay,” he said. “I knew you were a disobedient counselor, but I had no idea you’d need this much discipline. You are going to be retrained, starting now. Lesson one: obey your senior counselor.”