Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Captured by Lady Portia

© Astrid de Manyet (portia.swords)

It is a sweet trap...
this justifiable darkness
and the unspoken tension --
The aesthetic vein of chemical heat.
His heart-beat
pounding in your ears --
And failing charm...
the variable innocence of his arrival
at your feet.
It is the falling scatter
of pure events
like sequenced dominoes
that lead to surrender.

Monday, June 15, 2015

A Prickly Confession by Anonymous

It was the end of the week, and I was exhausted.

Seems like all I could do at the end of each day was collapse on my sofa, heat up a frozen dinner, gobble it down and then crash. The next morning, it was time to start all over again.

So when I got a call from my friend Stu on Friday night, I barely had the energy to answer. I let it go 7 rings, and then finally picked up.

"Hey lazy - wanna come out and party?"

"Stu, I'm wiped. Go have fun. I'm a mess."

"Nonsense, I'll pick you up at 8," said Stu, and then promptly hung up.

Sure enough, at 8 he was there, calling me loudly from the cab. So I grabbed some cash, and dragged myself out the door to join him.

I didn't know where we were going, so it was a surprise when we pulled up at a completely black building with a door that could barely be identified.

A rather large man, dressed in leather, let us in.

As my eyes adjusted to the light, my head felt dizzy from the pounding music and the heat. I turned back, and Stu was already gone, getting lost in the crowd and the sounds.

All alone, I figured i'd find my way to the bar. As I approached, I stopped in my tracks as I saw the silhouettes of two incredibly beautiful women, chatting at the bar.

I tried to act cool and not acknowledge them, as I made my way to the bar to ask for a drink.

As I got closer, I saw the women were wearing boots - not just any boots, but long, shiny beautiful black boots. Several minutes must have passed, because the next thing I knew the bartender was yelling at me. I looked up, and smiled sheepishly, ordering my drink.

"Oh, we'll get you a drink, no need to order," said one of the two Ladies on the stools.

I turned, surprised.  "Me?" I asked. "Why?"

"Clearly you need one - you must be dehydrated from staring at my boots for the last 5 minutes", she said, and the other Lady giggled loudly.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't realize... " I began to say. "Of course you did", she said. "What's your name?"

"-------" I said. "and yours?".

"This is Eva", said the second Lady. "Hello, Eva", I said politely.

"What did you call me?" she asked. I paused. "Eva?" I said tentatively. "What?" she repeated, angrily. "You are not bright. It's MIss Eva". I gulped and took a breath. "Miss Eva? In that case, i'm "Mister ------", I laughed.

That's when I felt the sting across my face. I winced, and tried to figure out what happened.

"I offer you a drink, allow you to look at my boots, you're told my name, and this is how you speak?" she said angrily.

I thought about this. "Sorry, Miss Eva".

"Are you?" she asked sarcastically.

"Yes." "Yes, what?" "Yes I am.". Slap.

Again, I was confused, only this time the sting remained for longer. Then I felt my hair being pulled hard.

"And I'm Miss Persephone, you rude little toad", said the second Lady, who then pushed me down to my knees, hair in hand.

Now I was face to boot with Miss Eva. "Kiss," said Miss Persephone. I looked up at her. "Don't look at me! Kiss!", she repeated.

I kneeled for a while, quiet and confused.

"Fail," said Miss Eva, lifting her boot and putting it in my face. "Now you must beg to kiss it."

Again, I felt paralyzed, unsure of how to react. I'd never been talked to this way, and these strangers were pushing the limits of my sense of fairness.

I think Miss Eva sensed my confusion, because her tone changed. "Aww, you seem confused. Poor little ------. Are you thirsty?" She handed me a drink.

I took it, relieved, and began to rise. But I felt the pressure of Miss Persephone's hand on my head, pushing me down, and pulling my hair to the side so I couldn't get up.

Miss Eva lowered the drink to my mouth. Miss Persephone pulled my head back with her hair and plugged my nose. I opened my mouth to breathe, and Miss Eva poured the drink down my throat. "Drink it all up," she said sweetly. I complied, not knowing what else to do.

"All finished?" she said caringly. I nodded. That's when they both broke into loud laughter, with a tone that almost seemed sinister. Again, I felt confused. Why was she so nice, and then so mean? And why were they taking this admittedly odd interest in me?

Miss Persephone began counting. "One, two, three, four ..." she counted. "Five, six ..."

"Why are you counting?" I asked.

"Because in 4 seconds it will kick in".

"The alcohol?" I asked. They laughed even louder this time.

"You idiot. The drugs," said Miss Eva, this time with an authority that was frightening.

That's when I panicked. I realized it then - I didn't know where I was, I didn't know who I was with,  I was on the floor
and i'd just had my drink spiked with something I didn't understand.

Immediately I rose. I had just started putting my weight on my feet to push up when I felt my knees go wobbly.

"Having trouble, little ------? Let us help," said Miss Persephone, smiling at Miss Eva. They each grabbed an arm and began lifting me. I felt my feet firmly on the ground now, my legs straight. Then I felt them release my arms. My knees buckled, and down I went. More laughing followed.

"What should I do?" I asked helplessly. Miss Persephone stroked my cheek, then brought her hand behind my head. Miss Eva had something in her hand, but I couldn't quite make it out. Miss Persephone grabbed my hair, pulled my head back, and once again Miss Eva poured a drink down my throat as she plugged my nose.

I shook my head, ashamed that I was unable to see this coming or stop it. I tried to spit it out, but she held my jaw shut, and looked deep into my eyes. "Drink," she said firmly. My head was swimming. I nodded and did what I was told.

"Now, about my boot ..." said Miss Eva. I leaned forward obediently to kiss. SLAP!

i shook my head and waited for my vision to unblur. Miss Eva spoke again. "Beg, loser."

"Please?" "Please what?" "Please can I kiss your boot?" SLAP.

"Miss!" said Miss Persephone. "Miss," I repeated. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

"Miss Eva".  "MIss Eva," I said, confused. SLAP. SLAP. SLAP.

i looked up, almost in tears, shaken and confused.

"Say the full sentence, with her full name," said Miss Persephone, with a little more patience than I expected.

i tried to remember the phrase, but couldn't. All I knew was that the pain of being slapped, the humiliation of being on the ground, the smells, the heat, the drugs, it was all making me feel ... very strange.

i looked at Miss Eva's boot. I really wanted to kiss it. I wanted to worship it, lick it, praise it, hump it - my desire was deep and dark, and awash in disorientation. I was lost in my own arousal.

"Please, Miss Eva, please may I kiss your gorgeous boot?" I asked, with passion. "Please, gorgeous Miss Eva? Pretty please?" I begged, making puppy dog eyes.

They both laughed. "No," said Miss Eva. "Now come with us".

They lifted me again, and I was half-dragged and half staggered my way out of the bar, into the night.

I don't remember much about how I was transported, but I do remember arriving at the house. It seemed normal, in a quiet street with a nice yard, etc. I remember feeling relieved, calmed, like i'd awoken from a dream where I was unsafe.

I took a deep breath, and leaned toward the couch. Couches always made me want to lie down and crash, which is exactly what I needed. Then I remembered, my arms were being held. I tried to free them, and felt pain on my wrists and heard a clinking sound. Confused, I demanded to be released.

"Of course, -------", said Miss Eva. They both let go. I fell. Now I was on the ground, face down. I felt a heel digging into my back. My hands were cuffed behind me.

"Is that what you wanted?" Miss Persephone asked. I shook my head. "You want to get up?" I nodded. "You want us to help?" I nodded again.

Miss Eva put her boot in front of my face. I felt my face flush, and my cock begin to harden again.

"Please Miss Eva, please may I kiss your beautiful boot? Please Miss? Pretty please?"

"Why should I let you?"

"I'll do anything Miss, please...". "Anything?" "Yes Miss, anything!"

I was desperate, I knew. It made me feel weak to beg like this. I felt like every word I said was like a little transfer of power from me to the two Ladies. I felt like my will wasn't really mine any more.

"What do you have for me?" Miss Eva asked.

"My lips?" I said. I felt Miss Persephone's heel dig into the small of my back deeper now.

"My body?" I asked. Now I felt her other boot between my legs. I felt a sharp pain in my balls as she kicked me. I yelled out.

"My balls?" I asked? KICK. Harder this time. I screamed again.

"Me?" I whimpered.

Miss Eva pushed her boot into my face, pressing the soul into my mouth. I accepted this, stunned, strangely grateful.

They grabbed an arm and dragged me out of the room to a very heavy door. They pushed some buttons, I heard some beeps, and then the door opened. I was dragged in again. The door slammed shut.

This was no ordinary room. There were strange contraptions, chairs, whips, chains, all manner of leather and vinyl and metal objects hanging on the walls.

They dragged me to a chair in the center of the room. They unlocked my cuffs. I saw a strange shiny cart that frightened me, because it looked like it was from a doctor's office. This I did not like at all. I began to feel more sober now.

I leaned my arms on the rests, and began to rise again.

"I'm leaving. There must be some mistake," I said, panicked.

"You're right," said Miss Perspehone. "There is a mistake. You're not going anywhere!".

She kicked me hard in the balls. I collapsed. Miss Eva caught me, guiding me back into the chair. She slapped me and spit in my face.

They quickly fastened restraints on to my arms and legs. I was immobile. As the pain in my balls began to subside, I struggled, but I could not escape.

Miss Eva moved behind the chair so I could not see her. She began stroking my face, softly. Miss Persephone rubbed her boot against my groin. I closed my eyes, confused and unsure whether to sigh or cry.

Then I felt it. The pinch, and that unmistakable shock. Something was being injected into my left arm.

I opened my eyes. Miss Eva and Miss Persephone looked back at me, smiling.

"Loser," said Miss Eva. "Pig," said Miss Persephone.

Another kick. Another slap. More laughing. The sound of wheels squeaking as a cart was brought closer.

Things were blurry now. I heard what sounded like latex gloves being put on. A whirring sound. Some more metallic clinking. The smell of rubbing alcohol.

That's when I passed out.