The Offering

Her toes can barely touch the step, forcing her body to weigh down on the ropes binding her wrists above her head. It's a constant battle for balance that causes perspiration to bead across her forehead and heaving breasts.

He's dressed her up too, ready for the big presentation. A blood-red satin gown hugs her straining body and spills down the stairs below her. The matching satin wrap is tied across her eyes.

Gothic-inspired industrial metal bursts loudly through the house - the music causing the wooden floors of the entrance foyer to occasionally groan.

Scarlett feels like an offering to a vampiric lord.

"Will you stop sweating like that, you're staining that dress!" came that familiar gruff voice - the voice of the man who had taken her here.

"You filthy girl!" he shouts, climbing the stairs to where he has strung her out. He slaps her face. Instantly she turns, to spit at him, the saliva hissing between her painted red lips.

As he wipes the liquid from his eye, they both start at the creak of the heavy front door being forced open. He had arrived...

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Guest Writer Ignaga: Tongue Tied

This story was submitted to me by Ignaga, a contact of mine on Facebook.

So, thanks Ignaga, for this delicious little taste.

Love, licks and lashings,
-Lil

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I don't know how long I have been asleep on the sofa for, but when I come round it is dark, very dark. In fact, with the blindfold on I can not see anything. I go to pull it away from my eyes, and then I realise I am going nowhere, I can feel the bindings around my wrist. Not tight, but tight enough to keep me in place. Deprived of sight I strain my ears, hoping my other senses would somehow be able to get me free.

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Quickie: The Invasion (A Non-consent Fantasy)

Note to readers: This is only a fantasy, and I do not condone such non-consensual actions in Real Life.

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It was late and Kate had given up waiting for her date to come over. Men, she thought, with a sigh.

And what a waste - she'd been seeing this guy, Frank, for a few weeks now. They'd been getting along great: seen a couple of movies, eaten a few dinners, chatted to the early hours of the morning. She'd even hinted that tonight would be -the- night. And she'd meant it - had gone shopping that day at the lingerie shop in her local department store.

But there she sat, alone. A half-empty bottle of wine, a pair of half-burnt-out candles, all dressed up in satin and lace with nobody to appreciate it.

With quiet resignation, Kate grabbed the wine glasses (one used and one, sadly, still clean) by the stems and took them to the kitchen. She opened one of the top cupboards and slid the unused glass back amongst it's set, then placed the other on the sink.

Her heart fluttered as she heard a knock at the door. Was it Frank? Was he here, finally?

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By Request: Her Pink Mistress (Part 1)

For & inspired by the pink-haired Miss Kc...

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Adele blew, sending a soft wave of air floating between her toes. She was painting her toe-nails a fresh shade of "Petal Pink".

"That looks cute, Del," Fiona remarked, smiling. Fiona was Adele's best friend and they were enjoying a quiet night of bubbling wine and pampering together.

"Are you sure your step-mom doesn't mind you having me over?" Adele asked. Fiona's step-mother, Jane, was known to be fairly strict sometimes, even though she was only 25 - barely older than Fiona herself.

It was mostly these reasons that led Fiona to dislike her. She suspected that Jane had married her father for his money, and she was disappointed in him for falling for Jane's seduction. Leather, lace and big red lips, thought Fiona. How obvious could you get? Still, her father had eaten it up, and they were married within months.

But Adele was intrigued by Jane, with her bright pink hair, and tight, laced bodices that poked above the buttoned cardigans she often wore. Jane seemed to walk everywhere with purpose, with confidence. Adele could see why Fiona's father liked her...

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A Lesson in Timing

She was strapped to the wooden table, her ankles and wrists bound by leather cuffs at each corner.

"Do not speak", Master instructed, running his gloved hand up his slave's leg. She moved and moaned to his touch.

He let his hand move to her sex, which was already beginning to show signs of wetness. It was beautifully groomed, just the way he liked it, shaved completely. He held his hand there and mused, "You have -such- a naughty little pussy, my dear..."

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By Request: Come into my office...

Requested by M, but I hope you'll all enjoy.

Got your own story request? Send an email to: ljpane@gmail.com

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He hung up the phone, dejectedly. The Swanson account. He couldn't believe he'd lost it. What had he done wrong? Had he not paid enough attention to the clients? He racked his brains trying to think of where he'd gone wrong.

His friend from Accounting was obviously first to hear, Mike realised, seeing his friend George marching down the hall towards his desk.

"Tough break on the Swanson account, Mike," George consoled, offering a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Hanson's gonna break your balls over this one - look out".

And he was right. No more than 10 seconds after George passed by did Mike's desk phone ring again. It was Nina Hanson, his boss. And she was mad. Two minutes. Her office. Shit...

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Coveting Thy Neighbor (Part 1)

It was 1:48am and Beth couldn't sleep.

Her neighbor Jon, across the hall, was having some kind of party, and all the loud music, frat boy chanting and laughter had kept her awake for the past couple of hours. She was young herself so she hadn't wanted to be the complaining neighbor, but at this point she didn't really have a choice.

Beth threw a robe over her naked body and made her way to the apartment across the hall. She knocked on the door a few times and waited. Then knocked louder. A minute went by. Couldn't they hear her over this music? She banged the door with her fists and tried calling... "Hello?"

At last she heard someone moving near the door...

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