Some people have asked to see my writings. Here is a sample of a BDSM erotica novel entitled XX that has been in progress. First time writing from a woman’s perspective, so I may fuck up, but I have to try:
“Oh my god Zooey! You have to see Kevin’s Facebook post, he is such a douche!”
Zooey smiled at her Chelsea and pretended to give a shit about her friend’s newest love interest. She thanked god she didn’t even have to pretend to nod in agreement, as the steady rocking motion of the train made her head bob, tilting back and forth ever so slightly upon her slender neck.
Zooey just wanted this week to be over, being Friday; all she needed to do was get off this train and get home. She always thought she would enjoy finally being a member of the working world, having graduated from Northwestern six months ago with a degree in marketing. She thought, without all the homework, testing, finals, that she would finally have all the free time she needed outside of the forty hour work week. She was dreadfully wrong.
The firm she worked for was demanding. She rarely worked a normal eight hours; it always dragged into ten or even twelve hours. Add on the thirty minute train ride each way, by the time she arrived home she just wanted to sleep. Needless to say it had completely destroyed her social life.
She broke up with Josh a month after she started working for Maximilian and Kraft, he didn’t appreciate her breaking date plans constantly, due to having to do work at home on the weekends, or staying late during the week. She couldn’t say she was drastically disappointed, Josh was a nice guy, but overall he ended up boring her.
She wasn’t like the college bimbos he dated before her, she didn’t get excited about Jersey Shore, or Teenage Mom, and she definitely didn’t give a rat’s ass what Kourtney and Khloe Kardashian were doing at any time. She glanced over at Chelsea, as she read off another annoying and completely asinine facebook post by Kevin. Josh should have tried to fuck Chelsea instead of me at that party, they’d probably be a better match, she thought. Josh was, for lack of a better word, vacuous. The only thing that kept her going was the sex at least that was good, but even then, there something was missing.
She just didn’t the time or the motivation to meet someone else. She was attractive enough, five foot four, 125 pounds, flaming red hair, and some decent curves. Guys were always hitting on her, every time Chelsea managed to drag her out of the house to go to a northside bar, but after a few faux smiles and forced laughs of feigned interest, Zooey would always throw out the phone number they would give her.
She whispered another prayer of thanks as the train screeched to a halt at her stop and hugged Chelsea goodbye and darted off the train. She walked the three blocks to her apartment at a brisk pace, practically ran up the stairs, and flopped on her bed with an audible groan, letting her heels fall off her feet to the floor in sweet relief. She let out a long sigh that turned into a groan when her phone started ringing. She grabbed her pillow and wrapped it around her face and groaned some more.
Unable to be that person that ignores calls, she grabbed her phone. It was Coretta. With another small sigh, she answered the call. At least Coretta wasn’t as obnoxious as Chelsea. “Hello”, she answered.
“Hey baby cakes, how was work?” Coretta said.
“Eh it was work, just got home now, trying to relax, but yeah.” Zooey replied sarcastically.
“Don’t be giving me any attitude girl, you could have easily not answered my call, but then you would have missed out on some fun tonight.” Coretta spoke with her solicitous and plying voice, which she did so well.
Zooey slapped her hand over her eyes. “Uhg hun. I really don’t want to do a damn thing but sleep tonight. This week was hell, and tomorrow I have to go over my notes for the new campaign and have it ready for Monday.”
“Awww” Coretta swooned. “I promise I won’t keep you out late. You just have to go with me; I need my wing woman there. Please?” Coretta dragged out the s in please; she always did that when she was being insistent.
“Uuuuhg! What is it and where!” Zooey blurted out.
“Welllllllll, remember that club I was trying to join?” Coretta said innocently.
“Oh god Ret, not that bondage thing.”
“Zoe just hear me out!” Coretta squealed.
Coretta had been telling Zooey for months about her interest in the world of BDSM. Zooey had been the supportive friend, but she was wary. Although, she had to admit, it had crossed her mind in weak moments, but to be honest it scared the living hell out of her. She ran into enough normal creeps when she went out, let alone ones that wanted nothing more than to tie her up like a roped calf. Her mind went back to the call when she realized her concentration had drifted away from Coretta’s words.
“I really want to go, but I don’t want to go alone. I can bring a guest with me and you are the only one I’ve talked to about this. It’s just a social meet and greet function at a reserved bar. Please?” Coretta concluded.
“Fine Ret! I swear to god though I am so kicking your ass if some weirdo tries to hogtie me.”
“Ha!, No worriers hunny bunny, I am wearing my spikes tonight, I will de-ball any fucker that tries.” Coretta laughed.
“Are you sure you are the submissive Ret?” Zooey chuckled.
“Hell I don’t know, maybe I have a lil dominatrix in me too! Listen though, get cleaned up, I will be by with a cab at nine, k?”
“Yes yes yes. I’ll be ready.” Zooey said her goodbyes and hung up the phone. It was six; she had three hours to get ready, which meant no time for a nap. Groaning she slumped her way to the bathroom.
Zooey turned on the spout and sat on the edge of the tub. She let the warm water play between her fingers as she adjusted the temperature. She liked her showers hotter than most. She never understood why, but the scalding water on her bare skin seemed cathartic, calming, to where most people would jump out of their skin.
Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she pulled the plunger and let the shower run as she undressed. She tossed her business skirt and blouse into the hamper, glanced in the mirror and saw herself standing there in her bra and panties. Men loved her body. Her waist pinched at just the right spot above her rounded hips, her ass rounded out nicely as well to give a nice little bump, and her breasts, while not large, were a perky B almost C.
However all she saw was pale skin, misplaced freckles in certain spots, and ugly feet. The rest she knew would fade quickly one day. What would she have left after that? The freckles, pale skin, and fugly feet. She grimaced and removed her underwear and entered the shower.
She let out a moan as the hot water stung her skin and instantly began turning it beat red. It soaked her long red hair to her back, stopping just above the dimples above her ass. Once her body adjusted to the heat, she began lathering up. As her hands moved their way down to her pelvis, they slowed and paused at her clit. Instinctively she began slowly rubbing it, letting out a small moan.
As she fell into the pleasure, she began to realize it had been almost five months since she had had sex. Too damn long she thought. Zooey had never been shy about sex. Although she never considered herself a whore, she wasn’t going to deprive herself of something she considered very important in her life because of labels.
The pulsating, telltale muscle rhythms of increased stimulation began tickling every edge of her body. Her mind began to wander to things she knew would excite her more. Every now and then, images of being tied up popped up. She didn’t stop her rubbing motion, but she couldn’t figure out where the images were coming from. Must be some kind of Freudian thing because of Ret’s shit tonight she thought. Shaking her head she stopped distracting herself and began rubbing faster.
The previous images of being tied up, helpless, came flashing back, more frequent this time. She didn’t stop, she was too close now, and she didn’t care. She let out a squeal as she finally climaxed, her juices flowing down her leg mixing with the soap and hot water. Breathless, she leaned against the shower wall. Where the hell did that come from? she thought.
The water started to cool, which shook Zooey out of her musings. She finished washing and promptly got out of the now warm water. She grabbed a towel and dried herself off. A smile played her lips, the fapping session in the shower helped relieve some tension; she even had a case of wobbly legs. She hadn’t had that since the last time she had sex.
She rummaged through her closet to find something to wear. She stopped at the one “little black dress” she had and bit her lip. Fuck it, why not, she chuckled and she thought. Just like everything else, it had been a while since she even tried to look sexy. She didn’t know if it was due to the amazing fingering she gave herself, but tonight she felt empowered.
She finished the ensemble with a pair of red heels that made her legs look great. She smiled in satisfaction at her reflection in the mirror, and proceeded to pick out some jewelry. After some debate, she settled on a simple string of pearls.
Just as she was fixing her lipstick, Zooey heard a horn honk. Her yellow cab had arrived. She grabbed her handbag and made her way outside into the night air. She opened the back door of the cab and was immediately engulfed by Coretta who was squealing with delight.
“Oh my god! Look at you! Hot, hot, hot! You are supposed to be here for me, not to outshine me!” Coretta giggled and gave Zooey another hug as the cab sped off.
“Please, look at you Ret, you can’t not be noticed.” Zooey was just being kind. Coretta was Puerto Rican; smokey skin, luscious lips, more curves than the Monaco Grand Prix. It didn’t help she had tits the size of watermelons and they didn’t sag. Zooey had never been bisexual; even in college the most daring she ever got was to kiss her roommate during a drunken frat party. However she knew if she ever had the desire, Ret would be the one she’d want to play with.
Ret’s attire was more daring the Zooey. Although Zooey’s dress was tight and short, Ret’s barely covered her ass when she stood, let alone if she was sitting. She even went as far as to don a garter belt and thigh highs which peeked out seductively when she crossed her legs. Her large breasts sat in the cups of her strapless dress like bowls of jello that jiggled with every bump of the cab ride. Zooey’s previous confidence in the bathroom began to wane, and she started feeling mundane and boring next to Coretta. She fingered her pearls, Jesus Zooey, what were you thinking? Pearls? You look like a grandmother, her mind berated her.
Coretta snapped her fingers in Zooey’s face. “Hey! You ok?”
Zooey smiled. “Yeah, I’m fine. Just thinking, like I said, work has been hell.”
Coretta sprayed on some more perfume. “Well listen, you forget about all that for now. You have all weekend to be Debbie Downer and drown in paperwork. Tonight, you are having fun!” Coretta looked out the cab window as it slowed. “Oh hey, here we are!” Come on you ready?”
Zooey smiled awkwardly. “As ready as I will ever be. Let’s get this over with”
The pair exited the cab and made their way into the club.
Zooey expected her senses to be assaulted by loud music, gyrating bodies, and the smell of sweat like any other club she had visited. She found that her senses were assaulted, but in the way she had imagined.
There was no loud music; instead there was lite classical playing over the speakers, high enough to make out the sensuous violas and tinny brasses, but low enough to still hear the murmur of conversation that permeated the room.
The attire was even more astounding. It ranged from high formal dresses and suits to people being completely naked. There was a man in all leather, leading a woman around in the same garb on a leash. As they passed Zooey, the man gave a slight nod and a smile, and the woman, who was crawling, had a look of serene pleasure on her face, despite being slightly yanked on her leash.
Zooey suddenly felt completely out of place yet at the same time completely welcome. Her mind tried to comprehend her conflicting emotions. So far everyone they had passed had been completely cordial and kind; they almost seemed to go out of their way to make her feel like she belonged there. She took a deep breath and tried to relax for Ret’s sake.
It was when they had just about reached the bar area that Zooey noticed a pair of eyes watching her, and it was literally just a pair of eyes. At the other end of the bar stood a man; he was dressed in an elegant pinstriped suit trimmed with a red tie, red handkerchief, and red gloves. What was most peculiar was the fact he wore a mask. It reminded her of the old Halloween horror movies with Michael Myers. The mask was also red, one of those plain human faces with no expression, like a mannequin. However the human eyes behind the mask were vividly alive. They weren’t the cliché bright blue or grays, they were dark brown, almost black, but their stare seemed to capture her and not let her go.
He stood next to a woman in dominatrix clothes; she had her arm interlaced around his elbow. He stood there with her, and a few others, entrenched in conversation, politely responding and nodding, yet the entire time the dark abyss of his eyes bore into Zooey. She found herself staring back just as hard. She was snapped out of her trance by Coretta.
“Hey, you there? Do you want a drink or not” Coretta snapped.
“Zooey shook her head and smiled. ”Yeah, yeah. I’ll have a vodka cranberry.” What is your problem Zooey? He’s a weirdo in a mask. She chided herself as she opened her handbag to pay for the drink. The bartender smiled and waved her money away. Apparently guests of the club did not pay for drinks.
Coretta leaned against the bar and sipped the martini she ordered. “So, what do you think? Awesome isn’t it?”
“I don’t know if awesome is the word I’d use. It’s kinda weird. I mean look at that guy, he is wearing a mask.” Zooey motioned to the man that had been staring at her, and she noticed he still was.
“Zoe, some of these people have lives outside of this place that would frown upon their lifestyle. A lot of times it is about anonymity more than anything. I just think it is great, they are so comfortable…oh my god! Look at the dick on that one! It’s huge!”
Zooey glanced over and grimaced. There was a well-built man, on a leash like the woman she saw earlier. The leash was the only thing he wore, and his manhood was, as Coretta said, huge. Zooey was never a size queen, big cocks didn’t turn her on; Coretta on the other hand was. Coretta kept babbling on about the guy’s dick, Zooey feigned interest, but found herself looking back at the man in the mask who kept his stare on her still. Every time their eyes locked, Zooey felt trapped. Those dark pools snared her and she couldn’t get free, she felt small, weak. It frustrated her; no guy had ever made her feel that way. If anything, she would always impose her will to let them know she was a strong independent woman. She felt so stupid for letting a man in a mask affecting her in that manner.
Zooey averted her gaze to her feet. She stared at her red heels for a moment then glanced over to Coretta, who had apparently struck up a conversation with the woman holding the leash of monster cock guy. Coretta walked away with them; Zooey panicked.
“Ret! Wait, where are you going?” Zooey said shakily.
“Shh, relax hun, just stay here, I’ll be right back. Mistress Hera is going to show me some of the tricks her pet can do.” Ret giggled and bit her tongue excitedly. She then winked and walked away leaving Zooey behind. Zooey grunted and rolled her eyes. She looked over to the end of the bar and the masked man was gone. That was when the lights dimmed and a voice came over the loud speaker.
“Welcome new comers and members and thank you all for coming to the Zone Club monthly social. We hope everyone is settled and enjoying the complimentary drinks. If you would please turn your attention to center stage, we have a special treat tonight; a performance piece by none other than one of our long time members, Prometheus!”
Zooey’s eyes adjusted to the darkness and the spotlight over the stage across then room from the bar. The curtain opened and in a chair on stage was a naked woman sitting calmly. The silence of the room was broken with the Fallout Boy song, My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark, which blared excitedly over the speakers.
On to the stage stepped Prometheus. Zooey now had a name for the masked man. He stepped out briskly with a flourish caring coils of rope. He gave a short bow and removed his suit jacket and rolled up his sleeves. Not wasting anytime and moving with the beat of the music, he grabbed the girl by the hair and stood her up. With cat like speed, he began winding the rope around her at all angles, and with perfectly timed, intermittent smacks, he hit her ass along with the beat of the music.
Zooey was transfixed with the seamless and almost effortless way he wrapped the rope around the girl. The roped first formed a harness on her chest which turned out to be in the shape of a pentagram. Then with the same rope, he created cuffs which bound the girl’s hands behind her back. Prometheus then wrapped the rope under her ass and around her thighs just below the knees. She dropped to the ground and when he pulled the rope taught, her legs spread open revealing her shaved pussy.
He made a few more knots and adjustments behind her back and then tossed the rope over his head through a loop that hung from the ceiling. With a quick yank, the girl was suspended about six feet off the ground, the chest piece hugging her breast making them stick out further, her pussy wide open for all to see its pinkness and slickness. The room broke out into applause. Prometheus did not stop. He spun her around a few times and brought out a paddle. He proceeded to whack her ass along with the beat of the song, the audible smacks playing with the music, and the squeals of painful pleasure from the girl complimenting it.
She stared in disbelief, her hand over her mouth. Then she noticed during each smack, Prometheus’ eyes seemed once again to bore into her. Zooey’s heart beat faster, and she didn’t understand why. Finally he tore his gaze from her and lowered the girl a bit. With a flourish, he pulled on a few ends of the rope at the same time and they completely came undone. The girl fell into his arms and was placed gently back onto the stage. The song ended and the applause grew louder with yelps and cheers. With a bow, they both walked off stage.
The lights came back on, and the murmur of conversation renewed. Zooey could feel her pulse in her neck and realized her breath was coming out is quick shallow gasps. She grabbed her drink and went to sit in one of the plush couches along the wall. She leaned back and closed her eye to calm her breathing. What is the matter with you, you idiot?, she chastised herself.
“May I join you?” A voice rang out.
Zooey’s eyes shot open; before her stood Prometheus. He had put his suit jacket back on, and was once again dressed as formally as prior to the stage show. Up close, she was even more impressed. This man seemed to carry so much respect and attention, yet it was not like he was anything special physically. He wasn’t very tall, perhaps 5’8”. He had a decent build, not chubby but not overly muscular either. He did smell good, that was one thing she noticed being this close. However, she believed she had narrowed down what seemed to entrance her so much; his eyes. Those dark pools beneath that red mask. The mask covered his entire face except those eyes. They seemed to penetrate everything they zoned in on. It wasn’t one of those creepy, ‘I’m watching you’ looks, it was more along the lines of, ‘I can see inside your mind and heart’ gazes. It disarmed her more than she liked.
“Um, yes, sure.” She stammered. She felt the blood rush to her cheeks and new her ginger complexion made the blush shine light a beacon. She saw his eyes narrow some and the mask rose a bit, telling her he most likely smiled beneath it. He unbuttoned his jacket and sat down smoothly next to her.
“I am afraid we have not been properly introduced. I am Prometheus. You are new here, are you not? Miss…”
“Zooey.” She spat out. “Zooey Conange.”
“Thank you, Miss Conange. May I call you Zooey?” He said smoothly.
She smiled awkwardly. “Yes, yes that’s fine.” Her cheeks blushed hotter; she brushed her hair over one shoulder.
“Conange? That is French no? Your appearance strikes me more Irish” He remarked. He had leaned back, one arm draped across the back of the couch.
Zooey had a hard time not starting at his eyes. She glanced down art her drink and rolled the ice around. “I know, I am a bit gingy. My father is half French; the rest is a mix of Irish, Scottish, English, as well as my mother’s side. My aunt, my father’s sister, got all her looks from the French side. Her and my cousins are ridiculously beautiful; I was left with the gingy genes.”
Zooey looked up waiting for a response. Prometheus just looked at her a moment, his eyes probing her. The mask rose a bit again in a smile. “Nonsense, Zooey Conange. I believe you got the better of the gene pool. You are beautiful.”
Zooey blushed again and dropped her head, her red hair hiding her face. “Thanks.” She felt so stupid. Never in her life had she acted like some silly school girl. Guys came on to her all the time, even then she knew it was just to get to her pussy. So she always had a confident air about her. They would pose and posture, use all the lines and the key words, ‘beautiful’, ‘hot’, ‘sexy’. Usually, she laughed right in their face. If she was horny enough she might take one home just to get out the sexual frustrations, but she knew what they were after. His voice, it took away all her defenses, and that gaze.
Prometheus leaned forward and his hand hovered over her thigh. “Would you be comfortable with me placing my hand upon your thigh Miss Conange?” Her head shot up and was caught once again in his stare. The combination of his politeness and courtesy to ask combined with the audacity of moving that quickly shocked her. All she could do was merely nod her head yes. His hand dropped on her thigh lightly and slightly held it firm in his gloved hand. “I can tell this is all new to you, and I am sure, quite shocking. I am going to guess you did not come alone, nor did you yourself have the invitation to the club.” He said smoothly.
“No, I mean yes, it is new to me, but no I wasn’t the one invited. My friend was, I came as a chaperone I guess.” She stammered again.
Prometheus nodded. “It can be quite a culture shock to some, however you did not leave, nor did you stop watching.” His hand began slowly sliding up her thigh. Zooey’s breath caught in her throat. What the hell Zoe! Why aren’t you stopping him? Her mind screamed at her. She ignored the mental screams. Her eyes were locked on his, she was trapped. He continued speaking. “I saw you watching. You were intrigued. I can always tell the ones who have the fetish locked away inside, but are too frightened or perhaps reluctant to express it. Is it ok with you if my hand goes farther up your dress Miss Conange?” Again, she nodded in the affirmative. His hand had now traveled up her dress and was massaging her inner thigh. She just realized that she had unconsciously uncrossed her legs.
His voice kept going, hypnotically. “For some, it’s the connection between pain and pleasure. They don’t quite understand it, but somehow, someway, their psyche had made that link long ago. I would like to touch your vaginal area Miss Conange, is that ok with you?” She gulped and nodded yes. The probing, oddly gentle hand had moved from her thigh and cupped her now wet lips. She let out a quick, quiet gasp, but her eyes never left his. “For others, it is the bondage. Something inside stirs them, the thought of being completely helpless and at the mercy of another to what he or she pleases, takes them to a place they have never been.” Zooey’s mind went back to the images she had while masturbating in the shower. Her eyes closed and her mouth fell open with a gasp and he thrust his fingers quickly and violently inside her soaked box. Her drink fell from her hand onto the floor.
His voice kept going as if his mind and his hand were two separate entities unaware of what the other was doing, yet completely complimenting each other in their respective tasks. “They have this primal urge to serve, to submit. Their rational mind rebels, understandably, because these people are usually quite strong and in control in their everyday lives.” Zooey felt her muscles contract as his fingers began to pound away furiously, making her get even wetter. Her head leaned back and she exhaled in rapid, ragged gasps. “But then something happens, something out of the norm that awakens that beast inside. They find themselves unable to resist, no longer able to hide that facet of their being, until finally, it explodes out, like a supernova, destroying everything in its path, but leaving behind a new entity, a new life.” Zooey felt the orgasm coming quickly, her breath came so fast she felt as if she was going to hyperventilate. With the ending of his last sentence, the description of an exploding star, he stopped and pinched her clit hard, very hard. Zooey came with a stunning intensity; her juices flowing out all over his hand and down her thighs. It took all her will not to scream out, remembering finally she was in a room filled with people.
Prometheus slowly withdrew his hand. “All that is left then is for them to decide what to do with this new life.” Zooey’s eyes half opened. She saw him take out his red handkerchief and wipe off his red glove of her secretions. “To either live it fully, or to desperately and fruitlessly, stuff it back into the proverbial closet.”
Prometheus stood and buttoned his suit jacket. “It was a pleasure meeting you Zooey Conange. I hope this will not be the last. Enjoy your evening.” He turned and walked away.
Zooey felt as if she had taken acid. Her body was numb and tingly. The room and the people around her were all hazy and ethereal, as if from a dream. The voices muted and distorted. The only thing she made out clearly was the bright red mask and gloves that walked away from her. For the first time in a very long time, she did not know what to do next. She just sat there on the plush couch, her crotch still moist from the encounter.
The couch suddenly bounced and it shook Zooey from her daze; it was Ret. Zooey sat up straight and cleared her throat. Ret grabbed her hand and was all smiles and giggles.
“Zooey! Oh, my, God, you won’t believe this shit! It was amazing! I’m so fucking horny now. Are you ok?”
Zooey’s mind tried to regroup and make sense of Ret’s fast paced rambling. “Yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m glad you had fun. I’m just enjoying the scenery.”
Ret’s raised an eyebrow. “Now I know I saw that dude in the red mask come over here and sit down. What did he say to you? What’s his deal?”
Zooey’s mouth opened with no words. Her mind raced with how she should answer the question. Ret obviously didn’t see everything that had happened. “Um, nothing really. He just wanted to say hello.” Zooey realized there was a wet spot on the couch and shifted slightly to cover it up with her legs. “Are you ready to go? I think I want to go now.”
Ret sighed. “Uhg, fine. I think it was just getting interesting.”
They got up and made their way to the exit. A few feet from the door they were stopped by a nicely dressed man. He turned to Zooey.
“Ms. Conange, I apologize for the rudeness. I was instructed my Dominus Prometheus to extend to you an invitation.” The man reached into his pocket and removed a card that he handed to Zooey. It was a standard size business card, but made of metal. Embossed on the front in red lettering was the word Elysium. She turned the card over and it held a date, time, and phone number, June 22nd 7:00PM. That was next Saturday.
She looked up at the man confused. “I don’t understand. What is this?”
The man smiled. “It is merely an invitation Ms. Conange. Simply call the number at the stated date and time and instructions will be given. If you choose to accept them, and Dominus Prometheus sincerely hopes you do, more will be made clear then. Have a good night Ms. Conange.” The man tipped his head in a slight bow to both of them and left.
Ret made a face and chuckled nervously. “Well that was weird.”
Zooey did not know what to make of it. The confusion of earlier returned, as well as a hint of excitement. She dropped the card into her purse. “Yeah, it was.”