Cold Eyes

This is a fantasy that turned into the start of a story.  The characters are some I've been working on for a while, although I haven't published anything with them in yet, so don't worry if you don't know the backstory.

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I turned up on his doorstep, shivering and crying. I shouldn't have done this, I was almost ready to run away when he opened the door and it was too late.

He looked at me coldly, "I told you not to come here uninvited." There was no sign of the charm he usually seduced me with - I'd gone against our agreement and would have to fight to get anything at all.

I was deperate, and tried to sound appealing through the tears. "I'm sorry, please... please let me in, I've got nowhere else to go!" I looked up at him with big eyes, "I'll be good, I'll do anything you want."

He laughed deep in his throat and I knew I'd done enough. "Come on then, crybaby, I'll hold you to that!" He left the door open and walked away from me; I scuttled upstairs after him gratefully.

I entered his living room to see him settled into his chair as if he'd never got up. I made for the sofa but he shook his head curtly, so I stood awkwardly in front of him.

"So, who's upset you this time?" He asked, no trace of sympathy in his voice.

I hesitated, then blurted out, "Josh of course! He's gone and run off with some little blonde tart again!"

"Well, shit, that's nothing new! If that's all, I'm sorry I let you in!"

I looked down at my feet. "He says he loves her..."

He laughed, cruelly. "Does he now? He's getting soft. Well I can see why you came to me, then."

I met his cold stare. He might never tell me he loved me, but at least he wouldn't fall in love with anyone else. Right now that was some kind of comfort. We understood each other: I wanted him to hurt me, to scour out the stupid pain my brother had caused me. In return I was going to have to pay, the only thing I didn't know yet was the price.

"Strip."

His orders were always flat, disinterested. For some reason that thrilled me more than overt passion would - I knew he desired me, or he wouldn't have let me in. I started to take my clothes off teasingly, trying to arouse him enough to crack the ice, but my efforts were in vain.

"I don't want all that bollocks, just get 'em off," he spat.

I should have known better than to try cheap tricks like that. I got my clothes off as quickly as I could without ceremony, and was both gratified and frightened to see his eyes glint as I glanced at the uncurtained window.

"Well, I suppose we can start with that, if you want me to go easy on you," he feigned kindness, and I sighed, turning to face the street. It wasn't busy, and his flat was on the first floor, but I didn't like being vulnerable like this. When I'm naked on stage, I'm in control. Here I was very far from it, and anyone looking in would see that.

Now my back was to him, his voice became softer, although no less commanding. "Slide your fingers in, slowly mind, and circle them around the way I like." I'm not an exhibitionist, but there was certainly something hot about exposing myself like this. I felt the humiliation become more manageable as the fuzzy warmth of losing control took over.

"Let every circle turn your mind off a little more," he was almost whispering now, but I could hear his words clearly without my thoughts getting in the way. Dreamily I noticed a woman sit down at the bus stop across the road. All she'd have to do was look up to get a full view of my show.

My hand sped up, slipping greedily around and inside. "Seen someone?" he asked casually. I nodded, too caught up to speak. "I think you know what to do, then," he was sure I'd obey the unspoken order, and I groaned knowing he was right.

I took a step towards the window, willing the woman to look up so I could finish this beautiful torture. The moments stretched out, I was getting closer and closer, but couldn't tip myself over without the trigger of shame. Finally she glanced up but her eyes slid off me immediately. I made a mewling noise and he chuckled, "Patience, Kitty."

I was panting, right on the edge, trying to beam messages into the woman's mind. Her head tilted up again, gaze drifting over the windows, perhaps unconsciously drawn to the movement, then at last she really saw what was going on in front of her. I shook with gratitude and felt his cold eyes boring into me from behind, her hot stare stabbing me from the front. I felt impaled, skewered between them, a puppet serving only to generate a response in a stranger. She blushed and looked away and I fell to the floor, burning too.

He got up to close the curtains, checking to see if our audience was still there. "Aw, we frightened her off," he said with slight regret. I didn't ask how he knew who'd been watching, he probably worked it out from my body language. "Right, that was fun, let's get on with something a bit more demanding."

I was pathetically grateful to feel my earlier pain disappearing as his cool scrutiny chilled me right through.

To Return Again

A Lady Auch story
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The time for me to return home has come again, it has never been far from my mind of course: during my travels I have corresponded frequently with sweet Marisa to assure that all is well and to make those decisions required from the owner. However, there is a particular thrill to entering my empire once more, all that was overly familiar has become fresh again, the dancers are all more beautiful and dashing, the customers more friendly and generous.

The staff had arranged a small party to celebrate the occasion, they really are priceless darlings! In the after-hours they set up stalls, each with a different joy to taste: a voluptuously hypnotic fortune-teller who would make her future come true; a beautiful boy, standing martyr-like as thrown leather rings trapped him; three naked and bound girls on stools, wriggling deliciously as rubber balls were thrown at them - a fairground of perverse delights.

My beloved excused himself as I laughed with Marisa, and after a while she led me to a mysterious curtained tent set up in the far corner of the room. "This one's just for you" she smiled and went back into the room to check proceedings. Pleasantly intrigued, I parted the fabric and walked inside. My darling boy was still wearing his costume, only now the rings in the cuffs had been used to chain him to a sturdy flogging frame, his arms spread wide above his head, and his feet symmetrically below. A table was laid out with canes, lashes and other thrilling tools of pain.

His eyes were wide with desire "Welcome back, my lady," he whispered, and I smiled hungrily as I selected something light to start with. I was home.

The Night Before All Hallows...

A Lady Auch story

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I find it a little hackneyed that there is a huge influx of dabblers into our little club at this time of year, but I'm not one to turn away potential converts, and it was lovely to see the effort they had put in.

Of course, the real fun started at midnight, when the members only party opened in the Black Chamber. It was not much more astonishing than our usual gatherings, but Halloween does bring the beast out somewhat.

I took a back seat for most of the evening in case I was needed out front, so Kitty was chosen as Mistress of Ceremonies this year. She looked simply marvellous, like a Dominatrix Louise Brooks, and strode around the room searching for the most inventive combinations for the small stage.

The boys were all straining their pants for her personal attentions, but instead she set up tableaux from gorgeous nightmares, whispering instructions then stepping off to watch.

One that I caught was Theresa as an exquisite Vampire, enthralling a clutch of beautiful young ladies and gentlemen. They acted their parts so well, I wondered if she did have some power over them, as they helplessly stripped and knelt for her to take their necks. She stroked them delicately, gazing into their eyes as she heightened the tension, and their moans when the bite came were like perfectly controlled orgasms.

There were Catgirls whipping Superheroines, Melodrama Villains tying up Robotboys, all sorts of sexy Ghouls and Zombies and Monsters in unusual combinations.

When all possibilities had been exhausted Kitty finally took the stage herself, and a hush fell. She started speaking in a velvety stream, it became almost an incantation, and suddenly I found myself onstage. I should have been shocked, protested that I couldn't do this, frankly I would normally have turned her around and spanked her silly, but I didn't. I stood there meekly as she smiled malevolently at me.

In a dream, I floated into position at her wordless commands, forgetting all the others around me. I lazily undressed to my underwear, allowed my hands to be pulled above my head and cuffed to a chain hanging down. I felt serene and dreadfully aroused at the same time as my world narrowed to the sensations she inflicted on me.

First I was teased with peacock feathers, an exotic torture that made me wriggle and groan, particularly when my private parts were stroked. Then her nails raked my skin in hypnotic patterns, as if she was drawing runes on me to bind my will further. Finally she brought out a selection of intricately carved crops and started with light stings on my feet and hands, working her way onto precise beating of my more sensitive areas, leaving only my sex and face untouched. Through it all I submitted gracefully, each stroke branding my with mysterious sigils that seemed to sink into my mind as much as my body.

When I was completely exhausted, hanging from sore wrists, and with tears drying on my face, she gazed once more into my eyes, her wide pupils the only sign of her own excitement. "Almost done," she whispered, and held her hand millimetres away from my heated mound. We breathed together heavily for a while, then I felt the breeze of her hand being taken away rapidly, then returning with force. I screamed and came violently, shuddering out the last of my consciousness in grateful tribute to the surprising events of the night.

I came to, fully clothed where I had been at the start of the act. Confused I looked around me and saw that everyone else had the same expression as I. The woman next to me blushed and rushed from the room, and I realised that somehow we had all believed we were at the centre of this little drama. I glanced Kitty's way, and she winked at me prettily, with pupils as wide as I had envisioned in my trance. I was incredibly impressed and vowed to give the spellbinding darling a bonus.

This hurts me...

A Lady Auch story
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I have been frightfully busy with work recently, and neglecting my beloved in a most inexcusable way. Of course, he has not usually complained, serving me as graciously as ever. However last night, as I was going through my papers in my rooms with him kneeling naked beside me, I heard him utter a distinct sigh of boredom.

I simply could not let this pass.

"Did you have something to say, my darling?" my voice was as icy-sweet as fresh Glacé.

He shivered deliciously. "N-no, my lady."

I smiled inside, I have not heard him use the title for weeks, and had almost forgotten how it tickled my pleasure, despite its melodramatic nature.

"Angel," I sigh, "I'm afraid I can tell when you are lying to me." He was the very picture of contrition and restrained fear and I knew my bookkeeping was over for the night. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you," I ordered in a calm but stern voice and was rewarded with his most submissive gaze.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, resigned to his fate.

I gave him instructions as if speaking to a naughty child. "Go and lie down on the bed, face down. Put your arms above your head. Do not make a noise." He hurried to obey, apparently highly excited by what was to come. I would have to be careful to take him to the point where he learnt his lesson, or he would be slighting me all the time to get the stimulation he craved!

I knelt across him, binding his arms to the headboard. He was struggling to be able to breathe with his face in the pillows already, so I gently pushed him down even more. He wriggled in a maddening way against my damp groin, and I leant down to hiss into his ear, "do not, ever, express boredom at being allowed to serve me, in whatever way I choose."

Charmingly, he used some of his diminishing breath to mumble "no, my lady." I relented a little and moved the pillows underneath his his chest. His gasps of relief became more panic ridden as he heard me open the trunk.

"I'm afraid it really has to be the whip tonight, beloved."