"The Muse Trilogy"
(Story One)
"E-mail"
Oh god it hurts. It feels like every muscle in my body is aching something
terrible. Ohhhh, how do I get myself into these situations?
Oh NO! This is not my fault. This is HIS fault! He is responsible for my
present predicament. Not me! But pointing fingers isn't going to be of much
help now.
Come on girl flex those muscles. You still have a little room to do that.
The more you flex the less likely they are to cramp up on you. Oh but it
hurts so much. Come on, keep doing it. The last thing you need now is a
muscle spasm.
Ohhhh that's better, not much, but a little. At least for the next ten or
so minutes.
Yes! HE is to blame for this. I know he told me not to, and he even gave me
several good reasons why I shouldn't. But HE was also the one who sent me
that damn story too. I wonder if he planed this all along? Hell, how could
he? He doesn't even know her. But damn it! This isn't my fault!
He knew what those stories did to me, making me so hot and wet. Ok, so I
asked him to send them to me, even begged him too. Hell, I even tried to
barter for them with some of my sexy cheesecake pictures and kinky stories
of my own. But I only did it to get him to write to me more. Kind of play
with him a little, tease him a bit, and get HIM all wet and horny like he
did me. After all, he's a guy and guys get off on looking at and reading
about sexy women like myself. How was I suppose to know he had better
control over his libido than I did.
But he really got me hooked on those stories though. It's like he was
shooting drugs straight into my veins, that damn pusher. Yea, that's what
he is, a drug pusher. Except he does it with words and kinky stories that's
all! Oh God, I'm rambling again and not making any sense.
But it is true. He would send me stories at work, in E-mail. I would read
them and get excited and aroused. Then for the rest of the work day I would
be all horny and sexually frustrated just thinking about them until WHAMO!
One hell of an orgasm when I got home. Sometimes I couldn't even make it
home. I had to rub myself in the ladies room at work. God, one day I got so
scared when someone mentioned they smelled a musky scent in a meeting I
went to. It was a good thing one of the guys wore some weird after-shave
that day.
But that's how he trapped me. And good old stupid me told him exactly how
to do it too. And I didn't even know it. Damn, I must really be a dumb
bimbo just like in those stories.
So he wrote me more stories, personal stories. He weaved a spider's web
with them and caught me with it. I told him how I had this crush on this
lady at work. His next story to me had me being tarted up and sexually
dominated by this same woman. Oh it was such a good read too! It seemed so
real, so true to form and so arousing. I was so excited and anxious after
reading it that each time I seen her at work it made wish with all my heart
and soul that it could become a reality.
It's amazing how turned on I get with fantasies of being dominated and
controlled by some pompous arrogant woman who forces me into becoming her
personal bimbo sex slave. I would never do it in real life though. Well,
maybe, just once. I met this woman named Connie on the internet and we
began sending E-mail back and forth to one another. She told me she was a
Dom and I told her a little about my submissive fantasies. We started to do
a little pretending online and when that seem to click between us, she
began coaxing me into trying it for real. That's also when she gave me a
pet name that she exclusively called me. She called me "her little twit",
and I kind of liked it. It's just fantasy so no big deal. So, anyway, I
finally agreed to it, to a real session. And we did it. And I liked it too.
But one thing did kind of bothered me though. Connie, I mean Mistress
Connie, seemed to be very, how should I say it . . . extreme?
After another session Mistress Connie told me I had potential. Heck, I knew
that. After all, I'm a damn good-looking woman. Long dark hair, great
figure, "C" cup breasts and a regular Diva when I get dressed up. She just
wanted to push things faster than I wanted to go, that's all. When she told
me that I should get my nipples pierced, I kind of freaked. Or at least got
scared enough to back out of the whole situation.
A short time later HE comes along with his stories. Those same stories that
juiced me up and made me ooze like a wanton bitch in heat. It was like he
was fucking me right through my mind, playing with my fantasies, making
them more personal and more real until I really needed it. I mean, I needed
it bad!
Oh I masturbated to them. But how long could that go on? I was finding
myself wanting them, no, needing them more and more. Each time I came to
work in the morning I would first see if he sent me anything. When he
didn't, I became frustrate and disappointed. And when he did, I still ended
up frustrated and disappointed, sexually and because they weren't real. He
had me hooked and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it either.
Although I call myself bisexual, I'm really into women more. So I though
about Connie again. I called her in hopes that I might give it another
shot. Ok, HE got me so fucking horny I needed to act out my submission
again, for real, and Connie was the only one I could trust.
Anyway, when I called her up, she gave me the riot act. I was no good! I
was a pathetic wannabe, with no guts! She would never waste her time with a
worthless piece of crap like me ever again! Connie told me that she had a
new sub and that I wasn't worthy to lick the bottom of her sub's shoes.
I was crushed. But somehow I found the courage to ask her if she could
refer me to another female Dom that she might know. Again, I got it good. I
was so bad that I wasn't worth the trouble for her to recommend one to me.
Besides, she though too highly of her Dom friends to risk sending a
good-for-nothing little twit like me to them to begin with. Before, I liked
it when she called me "her little twit", but now, I found it very hurtful.
Then she hung up on me.
I ended up crying my eyes out. And then several minuets later I masturbated
myself to one hell of an orgasm. God I felt so ashamed, so humiliated and
so fucking good!
Anyway, I told HIM about my conversation with Connie. He said it was a good
thing that it happened like that. He said Connie was obviously hurt and
jealous of me. And if she did take me back she probably would do some
really nasty stuff to me, to make me pay for her hurt. He told me to just
stay away.
It sounded like good advice. When I was with Connie she did seem to be very
mean and vindictive at times. So I took his advice and stayed away. But you
know what that SOB did? He sent another story to me with Connie in it. He
even used a picture I sent him to use as inspiration in another story he
was writing for me. That bastard was fucking with me, with my mind, and my
desire to be dominated and controlled by a strong willed woman. To be made
into a blonde bimbo, a big titted, ass swinging, bubble gum chewing, fuck
toy who got off on bondage and humiliation. I couldn't believe it! And yet,
I did believe it. It was the best pussy diddling orgasm I ever had after
reading it. But then I found myself wanting more. I couldn't shake it. I
wanted more! Not stories and masturbation. But the real thing. I even
wanted, god help me, Connie.
What could I do? I was even dreaming about it, about her, in my sleep. I
had to try one last time. If Connie laugh at me and degraded me over the
phone, then at least I would know that I had tried and could go on from
there. I also knew that I would probably have one heck of finger fucking
orgasm afterwards. So I did it. And surprise! She said yes!
I was frighten, thrilled, and so turned on when I heard her accept me over
the phone that I couldn't stop rubbing my clit right through my slacks and
panties. I sheepishly informed her that I was still a bit frighten of going
too far, and if she didn't mind, maybe she could play out the first part of
a story line I had, HIS story. Again, I was amazed and excited when she
said yes to that too. She told me to E-mail the story to her so she could
see what was involved. And then we set up a time for my session with her. I
was so happy that I kept on thanking her throughout our entire phone
conversation. When I finally did hang up, I had TWO orgasms right in a row!
And now here I am, at Connie's dungeon. I am bound and gagged just like
that picture I sent HIM. And to be honest, I even look a little like that
bound girl in the picture too.
I am completely nude, except for a pair of red hot fuck me pumps. My arms
are bound behind my back with thin leather straps at wrists and elbows. My
elbows are practically touching and forcing my breasts out in front of me
like "twin torpedoes" like HE said in the story. I am kneeling down on a
folded up towel with both my legs doubled up behind me, calf to thigh. A
single thin strap keeps my legs doubled up like this as well as tightly
pressed together into one immobile mass.
I am held to a post in a very erect kneeling position by two more straps.
One goes completely around my hips, the heels of my red stilettos and then
pulled tightly around the post to be buckled tightly there. Not only does
this strap hold my lower torso to the post, but it also forces my pointed
heels to dig deeply into my fleshy round butt.
The second strap is part of a weird gag arrangement. Picture a large wooden
egg with it's big slightly rounded bottom mounted on one end of a short
stick. Then the other end of that stick is fastened securely into the post.
My mouth goes around the other end of this wooden egg making the egg almost
completely disappear inside of my mouth. A leather strap is wrapped around
the back of my head and fasten tightly behind the post. This simple gag is
very efficient in keeping my head tilted slightly up and firmly in place.
It also makes sure the top part of my body remains fairly close to the post
thus preventing me from leaning back. And the last thing it does is to keep
me from uttering a single coherent word.
To finish the pose, Connie pulled my long black hair back into a ponytail,
just like the girl in the picture, and then she fastened nipple clamps on
my excited hard nipples. A light chain, which is also placed around the
post, connects these two damnable clamps and completes the picture. I am
able to move the upper part of my body a little more than the bottom part,
but in so doing the chain drags and grabs on the ruff wooden post, which
also pulls on my nipples. Having my nipples squeeze tightly by the clamps
is bad enough, but having them pulled on at the same time is murder.
At this point, according to the story, I am to be left alone for a short
time while Connie gets a camera to take pictures. Well, not exactly. The
story goes on with me being blackmailed by Connie into becoming her lesbian
bimbo sex slave. She takes pictures and videos of me doing all sorts of
perverted things with dildoes, bondage and having me debase myself in front
of her. Like begging her to allow me to lick her shoes and tongue her
pussy, etc. Then she accelerates the blackmailing and domination by having
my nipples and pussy pierced. She is also to whip me and flog me while I am
masturbating myself to a hot glowing orgasm. And a host of other
humiliating and degrading sexy stuff like that. All under the watchful
recording eye of a camera.
Of course I would never, ever go that far. That would be just plain stupid.
I have a good life with a great career ahead of me. And I certainly do NOT
want to throw all that away. It's simply a mind fucking fantasy with one
SMALL step in reality. That's all. We all have our limits. And mine are
just about there too.
Ohhhh why is Connie taking so long? I'm really starting to hurt and I want
out NOW! I tried calling out to her, but this damn gag keeps me from making
any major degree of noise and I seem to be drooling all over myself in the
process. And my nipples are hurting something awful, which is only the
beginning, for when they are taken off after being on for so long the pain
is amplified immensely.
Oh! I hear her coming. Good, it's about time this session is over with. And
I could sure use a good orgasm about now, once she plays out her role as
a ruthless Dominatrix intent of making me into her obscene and depraved sex
slave. Then it's back home I go and a long hot bath for my achy body.
"Ah, there is my precious little twit. And how are we feeling? . . . Oh,
not so good huh? Poor baby. Well I'm going to make it all better for you
very soon, just let me set up this video camera and then take some pictures
of you like this. I must say, you do look quite the fetching damsel in
distress like this. We'll have to try this position again sometime, that is
after all the other bondage positions I have in mind for you."
What the hell is she talking about? And what is she doing with those
cameras? I didn't want any pictures or videos to be made of me like this
for goodness sakes! It's just a fantasy! And what did she mean by later and
other positions? I just wanted this one little session. What the hell is
going on?
"There we go. Now I have some really nice and embarrassing pictures of you
twit. Oh? You look perplex. This IS what you wanted, remember? . . . What
do mean NO? Of course you do. It's all right here, in this script, in the
story you sent me. You know, it starts off with the incriminating pictures
I take today and use to blackmail you with. . . Well it does too say so,
right here, see? . . .
"I am suppose to do all sorts of delicious nasty thing to you while taking
pictures, and then use the pictures to further blackmail you with. Then I
am to slowly turn you into a bimbo and slut. I am to have your hair
styled sexy and died blonde. Get all those wonderful body piercings you
like so much. Make you wear sexy clothes to work and proposition the men,
and women, for sex until they finally fire your ass. Then I am to get you a
new job at a strip joint and as a topless waitress. AND, let's not forget,
lots and lots of pictures of you in fetish attire and bondage, including
pictures of you with dildoes sticking out of your ass, mouth and shaved
pierced pussy."
"Hmmm, let's see here. Oh yes, it says right here we are then suppose to
start a web site and post all those pictures of you on it. Along with more
pictures of you licking and sucking the pussy, shoes and bare feet of my
dominate lady friends. AND, my word there is an awful lot in this story, we
are to make videos too. Oh yes! Kinky videos staring YOU, my lesbian bimbo
sex slave. We are to make a whole series of them, to sell too. And I bet
we even make a ton of money from them. Not that you'll see any of it of
course, because you are going to sign papers giving me completed control
over your entire life and possessions. You are to move in with me and be my
permanent 24/7 slave girl. . . Yes it does say so, right here in the story.
The same story you thought was only a simple mind fuck for you. Well my
little twit, I have news for you. This wonderful fantasy story of yours is
going to be your biography. Which means, it will soon become all too real
for you, all of it! And YOU, my surprised big brown eyed little twit, are
now and forever fucked!"
"Let me see. Which page shall we start with first. And look how many pages
there are too. . . You should have listened to that guy who wrote you this
story twit. He was right in warning you about me. And, as to what's going
to happen to you too . . . my little twit!"
The End
