Wanton Wenches (Bar Tab & Milord Says)

Wanton Wenches

Rhiannon Arivon Bar Tab It took a bit of struggling, but I managed to stand up and hop turn myself around to face him. He looked up with a bit of surprise on his face, and then with a smile he grabbed my arms. "So, still got some struggle in you, eh?" I looked up at him with a mixture of defiance and fear, and then I felt the mischievous brat in me rear up. I swayed back and forth and struggled to break his grip on my arms. He laughed, keeping me easily in his strong grip. He turned the chair around, pulled me down onto my knees, and then forced my head onto the seat of the chair. He moved my hair and strapped my neck down to the seat of the chair with another belt. Well, I’m not getting up from this position, I thought to myself.

My Lord Says "Do you understand the rules, slave?" I shiver at the warmth of His breath moving across my ear and neck and quickly mutter, "Yes, My Lord." "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that." He stands back up and the leather handle of the leash lands with a sting across my right shoulder. I yelp in surprised pain. "Yes, My Lord, I understand the rules!" "Wonderful. Then let's begin, shall we?" He moves back to the couch and sits down in front of me. He leans close to me and presents the leash handle in front of my lips. I open my mouth and feel the handle as it slides into my open cavity. I close my lips and wait for the game to begin. 1

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Bar Tab © 2008 by Rhiannon Arivon Milord Says © 2008 by Rhiannon Arivon

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Gods, he's so cute!! I want him so bad! That long hair, those broad shoulders, his chest…that ass!" I hear my inner voice say upon entering the club for the eighth Saturday in a row. For two months now, my friends and I have been going to our favorite dance club. Good music, good crowd, and for me, the hottest bartender I've ever laid eyes on. Each Saturday night, I go up to the bar and order a beer, then later in the evening, a Southern Comfort and Coke. On the forth Saturday there, he had the beer waiting for me at the spot on the bar where I always stand. I looked up and saw him smiling at me. I smiled widely and said, "Thank you." He nodded and said, "You're welcome." Then he turned away to serve another customer. I took a few sips of the beer, watching him work, and then headed off to hang with my girlfriends and dance some. A little later I went back up to the bar. As I stepped up to the bar, the cute bartender handed me a Southern Comfort and Coke. Laughing, I said, "You trying to get me drunk?" With the most charming smile I'd ever seen, he said, "No, if I did that you wouldn't feel the paddle I plan to use on your cute little ass." I nearly choked on my drink! I looked at him in shock, then, covered it up with a laugh. He winked at me, smiled, and went back to getting other customers' drink orders. I sipped my drink and stared at the cute bartender's rear. I turned and talked with my friends for a bit. Then, when I turned back around to put my empty glass back on

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Wanton Wenches the bar, I noticed him staring at me. I smiled shyly and he leaned onto the bar close to me. "So...from all the conversations I've overheard over the past month...which do you prefer? Being told to be still or being bound while being paddled?" If I were on a stool, I would have fallen off! I laughed again, and we started talking. So, after another month of talking and teasing each other I’ve come to the club with a mission. My three inch heels carry me over to the bar. I stare hungrily at the cute bartender and notice the beer waiting there for me. I’m wearing one of my sluttiest outfits: a tight latex tank top with a really short black flare skirt. When I sit down, I’m not sitting on skirt. Our talks really got me wanting him more and more each time I saw him. I plan to really tease and mess with him. I take a sip of the beer and then sensuously pull the bottle away from my lips. Slowly I move my tongue around the bottle opening to lick the beer off. The whole time, my eyes bore into the bartender. He stares back, a half smile on his face, and his eyes completely focused on me. I lean into the bar and with a sparkle in my eye say, “Thank you for the beer.” I turn and join my group. Eventually, we make our way down to the dance floor. I move myself into a position where I knew he can see me and start dancing my best. The club plays some of my favorite dance songs, including Eurythmic's "Sweet Dreams." As soon as I hear that song come on, I looked in the direction of the bar and start singing along with the song, making sure to get good eye contact when I sing, "Some of them want to abuse you...some of them want to be abused." I smile wickedly as I mouth those words and see his eyes darken with lust. Gods, I want him! My insides tingled when he looks at me, when he watches me. The heat from his body radiates as if I am standing next to him. I can feel him coming down to the dance floor, grabbing me around the waist and pulling me close to him. I can feel him grasping the back of my neck and pulling me in for a long…deep…sensual…rock your insides…kiss. I shake my head to clear the images so I can keep from losing my balance on the dance floor. I look up at the bar and noticed he isn't there. I look around the dance floor quickly, but I don’t see him. I shrug, and continue to dance with my friends. Maybe he had to get something from the stock room, go to the restroom, or...maybe had to take care of "something" before he could concentrate decently on work again. Hee...hee. My friends are ready for another drink so we head up to the bar and sure enough, my Southern Comfort and Coke is right there waiting for me. I look up but the bartender is still not at the bar. I reach for my drink and notice a piece of paper under the glass, and it isn't a napkin. I take a sip of my drink and open the folded paper. "Take the stairs to the top and go inside." I smile secretly, but I'm sure, from the heat in my cheeks, my blushing is not very well hidden. I let my best friend know where I am going. She smiles widely and giggles. "Have fun!" I laugh back and walk toward the stairs. My legs are suddenly very heavy and my 5

Rhiannon Arivon heart beats faster than usual. My insides are auditioning for an acrobatic circus. I make my way up the stairs, then reach out for the door and slowly turn the handle. I step into the room and look around quickly. The lights are low and I can barely hear the music from the club down below. The room is pretty empty except for a single chair in the center of the room and a small bar at the opposite corner. I step a little more into the room and before I can speak, a hand clamps over my mouth and an arm around my waist. I struggle, but then I hear a whisper, "Some of them want to abuse you..." I relax some upon recognizing his voice. His hand comes away from my mouth. I whisper back as I lay my head back on his shoulder, "Some of them want to be abused." He quickly turns me around and kisses me; deeply, lustfully kisses me. I nearly collapsed to the ground. What a shockingly great kiss! So much so that I don’t notice the police handcuffs he works onto my wrists. We eventually pull our lips apart and he smiles down at me. I look up at him and sigh happily. That's when I notice the cuffs on my wrists. "Hey!" He laughs evilly and pulls me over to the chair. He lets go of me at the chair and walks over to the bar and steps behind it. He returns carrying a tote bag. "So, are you too drunk to feel the paddle I'm going to use on your cute little ass?" I look up at him defiantly with a smart ass smile, "No, but it will take more than a paddle to make me worry about my cute little ass." He grabs my chin and forces me to look up at him. "We'll see. He gave me a quick, lustful kiss. He bends down, reaches into his bag and pulls out a piece of cloth and some black tape. I soon find myself gagged with the cloth and the tape over my mouth. I breathe through my nose and look at him haughtily. A little gag isn't going to intimidate me. "Can't have you making too much noise...might bring up a bouncer and we don't want that, now do we?" he asks. I just look at him, starting to feel a little nervous. This wasn't what I was expecting. Sure, we teased each other about BDSM, but I was just hoping to boff his brains out. I wasn't expecting him to actually try to do a scene without really knowing my limits. And now, not only does he not know my limits, but I’m gagged so that I can’t even call a safe word! I glare at him and wiggle my wrists trying to see if the cuffs are the fake ones that I can get out of easily. Nope, they’re the genuine article. The bartender looks down as he hears the cuffs clank and smiles at me. "Hmmmm... maybe we should change those out." He pulls a pair of leather cuffs out of the bag and steps around to my back. I poise myself to run as soon as he let one cuff go. Unfortunately, he’s thought ahead: he puts the leather cuffs tightly onto my wrists and then takes the metal handcuffs off. Damn it! He returns to the bag and pulls out another set of cuffs. He attaches those to my 6

Wanton Wenches elbows. He puts yet another pair on my ankles. I try to kick out my legs to keep him from putting them on, but that doesn't work. His strong hands are able to keep me still long enough to get them on. When he is done, I stand there in front of the chair in the middle of the room with my wrists, elbows, and ankles cuffed together, and a gag over my mouth. Well, I’m going anywhere fast. "Now I know the truth. If you were drunk, you wouldn't be able to stand still so easily." he said with a smug smile on his face. I toss my hair and, with my nose in the air, and turn my head from him. I hear him laugh and start digging into his bag again. He pulls out a belt and buckles it around my arms and waist, immobilizing my arms against my back. With some smaller belts from his bag, he buckles my legs tightly together. I am having a bit of trouble standing, but manage. I am really getting worried. What more is he going to do? What all is he planning? If he makes me any more immobile, I won’t even be able to wiggle away from whatever paddle he has. What if he can't read my signals that I've had enough? Or what if, after he tans my ass to nothingness, he just leave? "Ahhh… it seems my little bar girl is a little less confident about herself. Good." His voice has changed to a timbre I've never heard him use around me before now. It is a dominant's voice. My insides do a flip and my knees buckle. I sit quickly into the chair before I fall over. I look up at him pleadingly, begging for some mercy, to please be gentle. He smiles down at me and tugs lightly on the zipper of my top. He pulls it down halfway, slipped his fingers inside, and teases my nipples between his fingers. I wiggled in the chair, partly wanting to get away from his pinching fingers and at the same time wanting him to touch me more. His fingers are smooth, yet just rough enough to make me shiver; gentle, yet strong enough to make me moan. Gods, even through all the fear and worry, I still want him! What am I thinking?! I’ve known this guy only two months, and really only eight nights worth of those two months, and he has me all bound up, completely at his mercy. And I am still getting wet at the thought of him doing more than just wielding a paddle on my butt. He pulls me roughly to my feet, spins me around quickly and pulls the chair around. He forces me to bend at the waist over the back of the chair. I cry out in protest at the manhandling as loud as I can into the gag. He lifts my short skirt up over my quivering ass and smacks it lightly. "Come now, you don't need to be making that much noise over a little bit of movement." I whimper a little as I feel his hands caress my behind. He traces his fingers lightly down my leg to the back of my knee and tickles me there. I wiggle to try to get him to stop. He chuckles at my feeble attempt at evasion and then I felt his fingers start moving 7

Rhiannon Arivon back up my leg. The warmth in those fingers seems to leave a fiery trail along my leg, moving higher and higher, closer to the very place I want to feel those fingers touch. My ass started swaying from side to side a little bit, showing him what I wanted to have happen. My own body is acting against my will. I shouldn't do this, shouldn't allow this. Oh gods, his fingers are getting closer! I moan into the gag and my ass sways more. "My goodness, you are a hungry girl!" he says from behind me as I feel his fingers leave my skin, just shy of the goal! I whimper a protest into the gag and wiggle my ass for more attention, to convince him that his fingers are wanted. I hear him laugh again and then start going through the bag. I try to look over my shoulder but I don’t have much luck seeing what he’s doing from the position I’m in. Tired of wondering what’s going on, I start trying to stand up straight. It takes a bit of struggling, but I manage to stand up and hop-turn myself around to face him. He looks up with a bit of surprise on his face, and then with a smile he grabs my arms. "So, still got some struggle in you, eh?" I look up at him feeling defiance and fear mixed, and then suddenly, I feel the mischievous brat in me rear up. I swayed back and forth and struggled to break his grip on my arms. He laughs and easily keeps me in his strong grip. He turns the chair around, pulls me down onto my knees, and then forces my head onto the seat of the chair. He moves my hair and straps my neck down to the seat of the chair with another belt. Well, I’m not getting up from this position, I think to myself. "Comfortable?" he asks me. I manage to look up at him. Even though he is smiling, I think I detect a bit of worry for me in his eyes. Though I should be afraid and worried about me myself, at that moment, I relax. I just know he will be careful with me. I look up at him again as best I can from my current position. He is looking at me like I’m the best treat he’s ever gotten. He kneels down close to me and says "Good girl," in that authoritative voice. I once again start to melt. He licks his lips and then heads back to his bag. I can’t see anything he is doing anymore, nor can I even try to see. I just close my eyes and try to relax and not think of all the possible bad things that can happen. Suddenly, I feel something cold and long and hard on my ass. I had been trying so hard to relax, that I never even noticed when he pulled my skirt over my butt. It feels like a paddle, but I have no idea of what it is made of. Wood? Leather? Plastic? His hand lightly touches my ass and rubs gently. I shiver and as I feel his hand get firmer, I moan into my gag. The hand goes lower and more toward the center and I start squirming. "Such a lovely ass you have," he says reverently as I feel his hand go closer to my sex. I squirm and moan, trying to convince him that I really do want him to touch me 8

Wanton Wenches there. I know I am wet and so ready for him to enter me. Just when I think his fingers are going to make the touchdown, I feel a sharp stinging smack on the right cheek of my ass. I rear up and then slam back down. The belt around my neck doesn’t give one bit. "My, my, my, your butt sure does turn a pretty shade of red when smacked. Better than what I imagined." I let out a small whimper and then I feel his fingers making their way down the center of my ass again. My whimper turns into a moan and I wiggle eagerly. I hear a chuckle from him and then just as I feel one finger finally find that perfect spot, I feel another smack on the left cheek of my ass. I yelp into the gag, but it soon changes into a moan when I realize that there is a finger inside of me. It is doing wonderful circles that are sending surges of excitement throughout my entire body. I can’t help but wiggle my ass in encouragement for the finger to move faster inside me. It doesn’t take me long to get lost in the sensations that this simple finger is creating. My breathing gets more ragged and I strain against all the belts around me as I squirm in ecstasy. I can hear Bartender chuckling behind me as he pumps his finger faster and faster. Suddenly, he withdraws his fingers, forcing a loud cry of protest from my gagged mouth. Before I even catch my breath, I once again feel a sharp smack across my ass. I lurch forward into the chair, but instead of crying out, I moan deeply into the gag. I felt another swat and my eyes close as I once again wave my ass at him. "Hmmm…starting to get a bit pinkish there," I barely hear him say. I let out a quiet moan and sway my ass from side to side. "More?" He asked. I moan louder into the gag, and move my burning ass. He laughs as a quick series of swats on my ass makes me launch forward. I yelp and moaned into the gag, and try to move myself back closer to him for more. Wow! I’ve never been able to take a paddle so well, but I want more! Each stroke of that paddle is not only making my ass warmer and warmer, but sending the most wonderful tingles of excitement throughout my body that settle in my aching, wet pussy. He keeps going, harder and harder, a couple soft and then five or so really hard ones that rock my very center. He moves beside me and grabs a handful of my hair, still swinging. He pulls gently at first, then grabs a good handful of my hair and yanks. I cry out loudly from both the hair being pulled and the belt cutting into my neck. I feel the slightest bit of panic from this situation well up inside. I struggle in my bonds. I hear him laugh and he stops swinging the paddle. He bends down to my ear and whispers, "Just reminding you who’s in control here." I whimper. He gives another good yank on my hair, lets go and then starts swinging the paddle 9

Rhiannon Arivon again. I start struggling as I feel the paddle going to town on my ass, but then I feel his hand on the top of my butt. It is laying lightly there, no pressure, almost a reassurance. He is still swinging the paddle, but not quite as hard. Soon, his fingers start inching their way down the crack of my ass. With the paddle still going they make their way to that most wonderful spot again. I moan as they find home, and once again move exquisitely inside me. I get lost in sensations. The paddling—good. The fingers—good!. The man doing this—great! I rock forward and back trying to get as much out of this as I can. I cry out, begging for more. Unexpectedly, he stops the paddling and pulls out his fingers. I protest wordlessly. Bartender chuckles. "Patience." He gives me a really hard hand slap on each cheek. I yelp. As I am catching my breath and starting to process how on fire my butt is, I feel something nudging between my legs. I try to look around but can’t get far. I let out a loud cry as I feel myself filled up most perfectly. Bartender lets out a satisfied sigh as he sinks into me, and I feel him start moving. I moan even louder as my body explodes into shattering stars from the feel of him moving inside me. I can hear him starting to pant as he goes faster and faster. "My God! You feel so good!" He grabs my hips and pushes himself deeper and deeper, faster and harder. I try to move with him but my weight is holding the chair very steady, so I can barely wiggle. Gods! He feels so good to me! Please, don’t stop, I think to myself. I so wanted this and now he is finally doing it. My body tenses up and squeezes him, trying hard to keep him inside me. He groans behind my ear. "I've daydreamed about this for two months, you have not only lived up to those daydreams, you exceeded them, my little bar girl!" I moan and pushed my ass toward him as best as I can to keep him going. I don’t want him to stop. I was so close! He moves faster and deeper, pulling on my hips, his fingers digging into my skin. I close my eyes and felt myself start to tingle and my muscles tense. My breathing is heavy and getting more ragged. The tingling deep down inside my pussy builds higher and faster. He is starting to make noises himself, first small moans and then building up to louder and harsher grunts. Faster…harder…deeper…yes! My whole body goes completely stiff and I scream into the gag as the tingling explodes inside me, shooting throughout my body. The belts tighten around me. I spasm and struggle against them as the orgasm keeps surging through me. He lets out a long hoarse howl as he moves even faster and harder into me. My whole body shakes with aftershocks of orgasm with every move that he makes. Finally, he collapses onto my back. I feel him trembling and I moan as another small wave of orgasm moves through me. I squeeze myself around him, and he lets out a small shocked moan, and pushes himself deeper into me which causes another orgasmic wave. I whimper into the gag. 10

Wanton Wenches Bartender gets off my back and sits back onto the floor. I cry out as he exits me. Wow! I wish I could tell him how wonderful that was. I have been wanting, scratch that, needing that for two months. He slowly gets his breathing back to somewhat normal, Then he starts undoing the belts around my legs. My last worry is gone. He won’t leave me bound. I don’t move until he undoes the last belt around my neck. I kneel up as he undoes the cuffs around my wrists. I try to show him with my eyes how satisfied I am. He smiles down at me and then very gently takes off the gag. "There now, better?" I gave him a happy, sly smile and whisper, "Much." He stands up and puts out his hand to help pull me to my feet. It takes me a moment to remember how to stand without wobbling. I eventually gain my balance and gaze at him adoringly. He’s so handsome! And a wonderful dominant, too! Woo Hoo! I hit the jackpot. He reaches a hand up to my cheek and strokes it tenderly, looking deeply into my eyes. He bends down and gives me the most sensual, long, deep kiss I’ve ever had. I moan into the kiss, step closer to him, and wrap my arms around him. His other arm wraps around my waist and he pulls me even closer. I feel my breathing start to get ragged again, and I can feel the same happening to him. Are we headed for round two?! We eventually pull away from the kiss and look into each other’s eyes. Then with a sly smile on his face he says, "Hi, my name is Eric." With a quick laugh I reply, "Hi, I’m Rhiannon, Sir."

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Oh slave!" I hear my Master's voice call in a sing-song voice from the living room. I smile to myself as I dry the last of the dishes from tonight's dinner. I tentatively call back, "Yes, Milord?" Inwardly I'm both excited and unnerved. Whenever my Master calls me like that without warning, it usually means I'm in for it. For what, I don't know, but it is usually exciting and rather painful for me. "Come to me, slave," he says, still sitting in the living room. "Yes, Milord." I go into the bedroom and, as trained, take off my clothes then put my collar on. I get on my hands and knees and crawl from the bedroom. I make my way into the living room and with my eyes downcast, I kneel in front of my Master and continuing from my training announce, "I am here, Milord." I feel His eyes on me and know He is smiling in approval of my obedience. I am happy that I make Him smile. As His slave it's my job to please Him, which also makes me happy. "Well, slave, you're probably wondering why I called you in here, yes?" He reaches for His chain from his side on the couch, attaches it to my collar and tugs it slightly. "You haven't done anything wrong have you?" With a small, “I'm sorry voice” I admit to Him, "Yes, Milord, I am curious. I do not remember doing anything to deserve punishment." "Well, slave, why should I have a reason to punish you? Hmmm?" "No reason, Milord." "Very well. I've called you to me because all day I've been thinking of a game I

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Wanton Wenches played when I was a boy in school." He paused, "I don't know why I was recalling this game, I think something happened at work which triggered the memory, but it doesn't really matter why I thought if it. No...what matters is what thoughts came from that one bit of memory." He gave a quick tug on my leash and I go from sitting on my ankles to standing on my knees position in front of Him. My eyes still downcast. "Are you curious as to what game I am referring to, slave?" "Yes, Milord." I say quietly. My mind in whirring now... a game? My Master wanting to play a childhood game? What game could He possibly convert to our lifestyle? I try hard to not let my confusion and curiosity be heard in my voice but I can tell He’s noticed it. I hear Him chuckle when I confirm His suspicions. "The game I remembered was ‘Simon Says'. Ahhh... I see you remember that game as well. So you already know the rules. Right?" "Yes, Milord." I respond quickly. Ok, so He can find a childhood game and pervert it to our lifestyle. My Master stands with the leash in His hand. He walks a circle around me. "Of course, tonight, there will be slightly altered rules. You will listen for ‘Milord Says’ instead of ‘Simon Says’, and if you mess up, then instead of sitting out of the game, you get a punishment. The only exception to these rules, is that you still go automatically to positions when called, if I say Milord Says or not. Also, I've added something: upon completion of each task that ‘Milord Says’ has set you to do, you will be graded and will either receive my form of pleasure or pain upon the grade you have received." He stops behind me and bends down low to whisper in my ear, "Do you understand the rules, slave?" I shiver at the warmth of his breath moving across my ear and neck. I quickly mutter, "Yes Milord." "I'm sorry, I didn't quite hear that." He stands back up and with the leather handle of the leash He lands it stingingly across my right shoulder. I yelp in surprised pain and quickly say louder, "Yes, Milord, I understand the rules." "Wonderful. Then let's begin, shall we?" He moves back to the couch and sits down in front of me. He leans close to me and presents the leash handle in front of my lips. I open my mouth and He puts the handle inside. I close my lips and wait for the game to begin. "Ok, Milord Says...go fetch me a cold glass of water from the fridge." I immediately crawl to the kitchen. I take out a glass and then pour some cold water from the fridge into it. I then crawl back three-legged and kneel once again in front of Him, then present the glass to Him. He takes the leash out of my mouth and I say to Him, "Your drink, Milord." He takes the drink and after taking a couple of swallows says, "Very good. Very timely and smooth. I think the grade for that one is 95%. You lost five points for not kissing the glass first." I mentally curse myself for forgetting something so simple. My Master gets up and walks to the other side of the room. I hear Him open the entertainment system cabinet door where all our toys are located. He shuffles some things around and then says 13

Rhiannon Arivon triumphantly, "Ah, this will do". He puts the glass of water down and walks over to me, allowing the purple flogger to fall lightly over my breasts. It's a beautiful, long, soft, shiny yarn looking flogger with little knots tied along each strand. It's not a painful flogger, but my Master does have a way of making this flogger be noticed. "On fours" I hear Him say. I immediately get on my hands and knees and spread my legs. I prepare myself for the first swing. It comes quickly and heavily. The flogger may not be very stingy, but it has a lot of weight. I receive about twenty strokes from the flogger, the last five being fast and heavy on my ass. I moan and wiggle my ass a bit to entice Him to swing more. I hear Him chuckle at my attempt to distract Him from this game, "No, slave, that bit of pleasure is done. It's time for next task." He comes back around and tugs the leash for me to stand on knees again. "Go get me a plate, slave." I flinch, but do not go, realizing He did not say "Milord Says." "Excellent!" He says happily. "Now...Milord Says, go get me a plate, slave." I then, once again with leash in my mouth, crawl to the kitchen and get a plate from the cupboard. Just before I start to go back from the kitchen I hear my Master call out, "Oh, and Simon Says get the chocolate covered strawberries, slave." So, I go into the fridge and get the strawberries and then make my way to the living room with the plate and strawberries in my right hand. I kneel in front of Milord and after having the leash taken from my mouth, kiss the plate and present to my Master. "Your plate and chocolate covered strawberries, Milord." My Master starts laughing as He takes the plate from my hands. "A 100% for the plate, but I'm sorry sweet slave of mine, a zero for the strawberries." I look up at Him confused, and then immediately put my eyes back down...that's going to cost me. But what did I do wrong? "Now slave, what is the title of the game?" He asks me sweetly. "Milord Says, Milord." Confusion in my voice. "That's right and can you please repeat the words I spoke for you to retrieve the strawberries?" He laughs again as He opens the container with the strawberries and casually places them on the plate. I start thinking frantically to remember the words. What did He say? "Milord Says, go get me a plate, slave." I went to go get the plate and then He called out, "Oh, and Simon Says get the chocolate covered strawberries, slave." Suddenly I look up at my Master again as I realize what I have just done. He looks back at me with obvious amusement in His eyes and then quirks a single eyebrow at me. I recognize that look, it means I'm breaking a protocol...OH NO, I'm looking at Him in the eyes. In the total confusion of the Simon Says vs. Milord Says, I've broken the no eye contact rule, again! I quickly put my eyes down. "Yes, slave, I've caught both incidents and you will pay for them in due time." I hear Him say as He takes a bite out of a strawberry. "Now, please repeat what I said to you for the strawberries." 14

Wanton Wenches "Oh, and Simon Says get the chocolate covered strawberries, slave." I repeat back to Him. "Good, now please tell me what is wrong with that statement," He says as He leans closer to me, tugging on my chain three times. I move into the position of elbows and knees and in that position I say, "Milord did not say 'Milord Says', He said 'Simon Says' and I should not have responded to that task." "Correct. Thank you for the strawberries, but as you said, you should not have done that task because I did not say "Milord Says." He stood up, and draping the leash across my back, I hear Him move over to the cabinet and start rummaging around again. My mind is thinking frantically as to what He might do. I did good for the first task, got a 100% even, but the second task I really screwed up. Will He do two separate consequences or combine them into one big consequence? I start to shiver, not sure if it's from being cold, a bit frightened or just outright complete excitement. Suddenly I feel a sharp stinging in my butt and I yelp. "I said stand, slave." I finally hear my Master say. I realize I was so absorbed in my own thoughts that I did not hear my Master order me to stand. I quickly stand up and mumble out an "I'm sorry, Milord." "Hmmm...yes...well, that's number three, we'll have to take care of those at a later time. Right now I'm anxious to continue this delightful game." I hear Him chuckle and then He tells me to lift my right foot. I do so and I feel Him slip a string around my leg. He then tells me to lift my other foot and I do so. The string goes around the other leg and I realize He's putting the little remote vibrating dolphin on me. "There now...that one is for your excellent job of getting the plate. And this...." I hear His voice fade away and suddenly I yell out as I feel a stinging swat on my butt again. "Back." I hear Him command. I once again go back into the elbows and knees position. I feel Him readjust the dolphin to fit perfectly on my clit for max sensation and then with a flick of His thumb, I feel the dolphin come alive. It takes only a few seconds before I start to squirm and moan from the vibrations of the little dolphin. "Milord Says, don't move and do not come, my little slave," he says, just before bringing down the riding crop on my upturned ass. I cry out from the sharp slap, but manage to keep from moving away. This is always so hard for me, to not move when I'm not bound. I have always found I can lose myself to the pain when I'm bound. When I'm not, the pain is harder to bear because I'm thinking of not moving every time He hits me. At the same time, the dolphin is still going, making it even harder to stay still. To feel it so directly on my clit, just vibrating! I think I'm going to die! Another swing lands on my butt...I cry out again and the sound turns into a really long moan. With another flick of my Master's thumb He turns the dolphin up higher. I nearly jump out of my skin but manage to stay still. "I'm going to give you five more swats and you're going to count, slave," I hear Him say. Then He swings. I do not count. I give a quiet yelp, but I do not count. "Very good, slave! You're learning! Now, Milord Says, count five strokes." I answer 15

Rhiannon Arivon back, "Yes, Milord." I hear the crop swoosh towards me and feel the sting spread quickly across my alert ass. I call out, "One, Milord!" He swings again hitting the other cheek and I call again, "Two, Milord!" Suddenly I feel the dolphin go up to a higher speed and I moan even deeper and louder. I'm soooo close! Just when I thought I was going to lose control I feel two quick swats on my butt. One on each cheek. "Three, Milord; four, Milord!" I say quickly. "You ready, slave? I've got one more swat to do." He asks. I respond quickly, "Yes, Milord." I hear Him go back to the cabinet and pull something out. He then returns to me and suddenly turns the dolphin off. I nearly collapse from the sudden stopping of the vibrations, even though my clit is still vibrating on its own, but not strongly enough to push me over the edge. In actuality, the sudden stop almost pushed me over! Then before I could catch my breath I feel a very sharp, all over my butt slap from a firm paddle. I cry out but keep my position as I yell out "Five Milord!". "Excellent! You did well, slave. Now, let's see, what's next?" My Master says as He moves back to the couch and sits down. "Table." I hear Him command me and I move sideways in front of Him on my hands and knees, making my back as flat as I can. He then puts the plate with the strawberries along with the cold glass of water on the flattest part of my back. It took me a long time to be able to hold a glass of water on my back without it falling over. There were many punishments before I mastered it. It's one of my Master's proudest moments to show off what His slave can do. Of course, it's harder when the glass is cold. I can not tolerate cold very well, so it makes me even happy about myself to be able to do this task. I hold still while my Master eats some of the strawberries. "Ok, let's see..." I hear Him mutter to himself as He idly swings the leash in front of Him. He reaches down and grabs the remote to the dolphin. He studies it and then flicks it on. With great difficulty I keep from jumping from the sudden sensations centering on my clit. "Good girl...now...here is one you are going to like...you ready slave?" "Yes, Milord." I say as smoothly as I can, my voice cracking with the strain from not coming and spilling the water. "Milord Says, come by the count of ten, and depending on how long you can keep from spilling the water, determines if you get to receive my pleasure or not." I hear Him say this, and yet my mind tells me I didn't hear that. Not spill the water while coming? "Milord?" I ask weakly, shocked at the huge task He has just presented me. I've never practiced this before. "1...2…", I hear Him start to count. I set my knees and hands firmly into the floor, trying to make my whole body stiff, and yet at the same time focus on my clit so that I can come when my Master reaches the moment of ten. 16

Wanton Wenches "3...4..." I can feel the orgasm building and can feel the water in the glass start moving. I try hard to still my quaking body, but am finding it hard as I feel the orgasm coming closer. I'm barely aware of my Master counting. "5...6...7..." I'm about to start screaming with the pain of being so still and having to control my orgasm. "8...9...10!" I hear my Master say and suddenly I let myself go and start crying out from the orgasm as it rips out from my clit to the rest of my body. I try hard to not move and squirm around and just when I thought it couldn't get worse, my Master turns up the dolphin. I suddenly go into orgasm overload and close my legs together and move my butt close to the ground, the glass spilling all over my back, the floor and onto my Master's foot. I hear my Master get up from the couch and move behind me. He pulls off the dolphin, leaving me exposed and panting as I feel my body shiver from after-shocks of orgasms. "Ass up, slave!" I hear Him command and I promptly raise my butt back up to Him, shifting myself to my elbows. "You did well, slave. Very well. You kept that glass from falling over until almost the very end of your orgasm. It was very pleasant to watch, slave." I feel His hand rub my quaking ass. Then, with a sharp quick slap on both cheeks of my ass, He slams Himself in my overly sensitive pussy. I cry out in both pain and pure pleasure. I feel Him move in and out of me...all the while I'm moaning and squirming on His vicious impalement. I hear His breathing getting louder and harder. I hear Him calling me His perfect little slave. I respond with "Thank you Milord" as I cry out from another small surge of impending orgasm. I move with my Master and just when I thought I couldn't hold it any longer I hear my Master say, "Milord Says, come slave!" I start to go over the edge and I can hear my Master moaning and feel him pulsing inside of me. We move faster and harder and suddenly our bodies become stiff as the shared orgasms take complete control of our bodies. We both cry out, long and hard, and suddenly I feel my Master's body collapse onto my back and I fall to the floor. We both lay there, still joined while we catch our breath, both still trembling from the aftershocks. After a long time, my Master climbs up from the floor and I resume my elbows and knees position. I hear my Master chuckle and he says "You may stand, slave, if you can." I slowly stand up and with a happy sigh, I move into my Master's open arms and feel Him warmly wrap them around me and hold me tightly. In my complete happiness I almost miss hearing Him say, "Now, Milord Says, get ready for bed, my sweet little slave." "Yes, Milord!"

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About the Author Rhiannon Arivon lives in the Austin, TX area with her husband and children, including multiple cats, dogs and a fish. She’s been leading a very public lifestyle for ten years, and her stories are mostly based on potential reality...in other words, “it could happen!” She happily posts on Live Journal as “nakedredhead2” and she adores feedback.

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By Rhiannon Arivon What happens when two talkative submissives sit too close to each other at a party? These two not only re-learn the lesson "if you don't have anything nice to say, then don't say it at all", they also learn humility and how open to exploration they truly are.

I feel the girl's leg overlapping mine, and just for a second, I felt her rub it slightly along mine. I look over to her and see that she's trying to comfort me. I give her a warm smile, before both of us let out a loud yelp as we feel the first fall of the whip land on our asses. I hear a loud cheer go up as my Master and the Mistress rain down on our thighs, asses, and sometimes, our shoulders, with the whips. Both of us cry out and squirm away from the whips, but it's no use. We're held fast by the ropes and the whips keep finding their marks on us. I feel my body getting warm, before it moves into a blazing fire. I'm crying out now with no holding back. The girl next to me is doing the same. She has tears streaming down her beautiful face. I can feel the tears in my eyes, but I can't seem to let them go, though I wish they would. My head thrashes about; my hair gets in my face. I can see through my legs the fury my Master puts into each swing. I can see the crowd watching and talking avidly about how red our legs and asses are getting. I can see the other slaves smugly watching us, thinking "Hah! We're good and you're not!"

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By Lawrence Montgomery He has a dark side, and she wants to see it. Now she's at the mercy of a stranger who has her lover's face. What will she surrender to him as he methodically strips her body and her psyche bare? What will she have to sacrifice to get her lover back? The room was kept at a higher temperature than the rest of the house, and she felt herself relax a bit at the comforting warmth. His hands were soft on her skin, and she moaned and closed her eyes as he stroked his fingertips up her sides, raising her arms. There was a clink of metal, and she snapped back to reality when she realized he had clipped the cuffs on her wrists to chains that were attached to a bar, which in turn was suspended from a cable that led to a winch in the ceiling. She gazed at the man who used to be her friend, her confidant and lover, until this dark man had surfaced and taken his body and face. He was handling his toys with practiced ease and familiarity, even love, and she shuddered at the look on his face. It was eager, hungry. He was insane.

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By Paige E. Roberts

Two hot BDSM stories in one volume. No holds are barred in these stories on the edge of consensual kink. Handcuffs, blindfolds, gags, sensual play, spanking, and much, much, more, all feature in these unflinching portrayals of the dark side of passion.

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Rhiannon Arivon In "Midnight Raid," a lady cop with an attitude gets an anonymous tip that her ex-lover has gone back to his bad old ways. She gives him a serious wake up call in the form of a little taste of corporal punishment and prison style action. She crosses all the lines to teach her wayward lover a lesson in staying on the right side of the law. In "Fire and Ice", a sexy lifestyle dominant feels her grip on her boy toy slipping as real life interferes with their hot fantasies. She gives him a night to remember: pain and pleasure, hot wax and icy chains, to awaken his senses and bind his heart to hers

Eve's husband played on the other side of the room with a pretty young domme who wanted to try out her newly acquired skills in ........, his favorite flavor of kink. Eve was pleased to see him happily occupied, and it left her free to give her lover her full attention. Her husband suggested that she show Michael the new chain harness that he made. Michael had a thing for chains. He loved the feel of the heavy cool metal against his skin, and the strength of them, the sheer inescapable power of them. Eve's Michael was quite a handful, brilliant, creative, mercurial, and very strong, both in will and in body. Triathlons were his favorite hobby. That was when he wasn't lifting weights or doing yoga, or keeping his brain in shape by running three computers at once at a digital graphics firm. Just finding bondage strong enough to give him that feeling of helplessness that he craved could be a virtually hopeless task. Michael had to be careful not to accidentally break the usual bondage furniture, but he still dreamed of being overpowered and helplessly immobilized. Not to imply that Michael was some huge over-muscled Goliath. He was more like David, Michelangelo's David. Actually, he was kind of a small guy, but every inch of his compact, sleek body was packed full of power. His body was a study in energy and muscles, carved and cut like a comic book hero, and he moved like a prowling panther.

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