Chapter 1
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction that contains adult themes, all characters are of age, but most importantly fictional. Mature warning, sexual content.
Chapter 1: Click
Always having been interested in strange and unusual things, Alex had a strong fascination with many subjects and uncommon topics. Even as a child, she would become immersed in her fantasies and “research,” exploring every detail of her thoughts. She pursued her interests in extreme fashion, until she became bored and moved onto something else. But over time Alex got stuck on certain ideas, which grew in fascination as she grew physically. As soon as she started developing Alex’s desires and interests grew sexually as well.
Alex stood at 5 ’ 6”, with brown wavy hair down to her mid shoulders, and hazel eyes. She weighed a curvy 150 lb, and was a little insecure about her body, though she never had any trouble finding partners who liked the way she looked. Her breasts were large and plump at 34 D with quarter sized aureola and eraser like nipples that were a soft pink. She had a curvy waist and thick thighs with strong calves. Her pubic area was kept neatly trimmed but small brown curls pursed over her big clit, and her long labia, another feature Alex had always been insecure about. She had a small tattoo on her right wrist, the outline of a lotus, and Arabic script running down her spine which translated to “inner strength.”
Thinking back to her college days, now 27, Alex was playing catch up, at least with her social life. She was a reserved thing, but a spunky personality presented when you broke down her shell. She loved to travel, and learn languages, fluent in two currently and hoping to learn more. Alex loved cities and moved back to her hometown of Boston after a failed relationship, where she worked and attended graduate school for her master’s in urban planning. She was gifted, smart and beautiful, but lonely, living alone in her single apartment. She had a few close friends, and her work life. Sometimes she would go on a Tinder or Bumble date, but she never found someone she clicked with, so she recently abandoned that endeavor.
Most of her nights now were spent at home with a bottle of wine and an internet connection. Alex would scour over page after page of porn and erotica, delving into her sexual interests slowly. It started with mostly vanilla videos and stories, until her erratic clicks took her to the darker depths of the internet. Initially it was a few spanking videos, maybe some bondage, until one night Alex stumbled upon a video of a woman servicing a whole dinner party with every one of her holes, all while being called degrading names, and being spit on or slapped. This, Alex thought, was far beyond anything she had ever experienced or fantasized about, but she started imagining herself in the girl’s position, resulting in one very powerful orgasm.
Alex’s mind started to pursue the dark and twisted again, the images of that video constantly swirling her head. She wasn’t sure what to make of it quite yet, a mix of feelings, both good and bad had her ruminating on her next steps – but deep down, she had a craving she knew she wouldn’t be able to ignore for very long. Afraid of how to approach this and exhausted from toiling within herself and her desires – wondering why such a shameful and grotesque video could lead to her arousal. She eventually asked her therapist if there was a link between feelings of humiliation and pleasure. Jerry, her therapist, an older and quietly kind man, revealed to her in his weird manner, that yes, there can be. According to Jerry, there are many links between those feelings both chemically and socially – and this was pretty common for people in the BDSM community. Taking Jerry’s words to thought, Alex, her usual investigative self, went home and embarked on another one of her research highs.
She poured over page after page of Google searches, she ordered books. Her bipolar internet history went something like this:
vDomestic Discipline Story
vPunishment Story
vReddit – BDSMcommunity – punishment, new to this, am I submissive? Humiliation, abuse fetish, sacred kink, online dating, therapy, boyfriend.
vWhat being a submissive is really like?
vNeed to be submissive
vSexual submission
vSubmissive girlfriend
vMy boyfriend punishes me
vPagan BDSM
vRituals of Pleasure
vSex Magic
vCthulhu
vH.P. Lovecraft
vArtemis
vThe Man in the High Castle
vPsychics
vShows about physics
vShows about witchcraft
vRoanoke Colony
vColonial torture devices
vWitch trials
vShaming
vSalem, Massachusetts
vBDSM history
vBDSM colonial times
vBDSM Boston
vBooks about BDSM
vBDSM and mental illness
vBDSM and bipolar
vBDSM and manic depression
vBipolar mania and sex
vBipolar mania and BDSM
vIs there something wrong with kink?
vWhy are people interested in BDSM?
This went on for days, and thanks to her mental illness and her simple personality quirks, Alex went down the rabbit hole – another obsession, just like when she was a child, and she needed to know everything. She spent weeks on this, exploring, reading, buying toys, trying them out, finding likes and dislikes. There was so much to discover that it was unlikely that she would get bored very soon. Plunging herself into every kink site or blog, devouring it whole – eventually, Alex found an online dating site and social media platform, called Fetlife, which was its own mystery to unravel. She decided to create a profile, not entirely sure of what she was looking for, but more excited than she had ever been – mentally and physically.
After a few weeks of meaningless connections and impure starts, Alex resigned herself to using the site as masturbatory fodder, instead of actual human connection. She would read group message boards and look at pictures – fantasizing about herself in similar situations while bookmarking all her of favorites. Mostly ignoring the messages, she received and focusing on her own self-gratification. Like her usual routine, Alex returned from her yoga class on Wednesdays, and sat herself down at her work desk ready for another night of self-imposed kink. Logging in, Alex noticed she had 54 new messages, a combination of new and old ones she had never read, and for whatever reason, she decided to at least clean out her inbox.
Scrolling through the pages looking for anything interesting, knowing that there probably wouldn’t be anything there, Alex started deleted messages in mass, until she scrolled down and read a message from “CheckMate” with a subject line that read “Alexandra.” She could feel her heart pumping with rapid anxiety – Alex kept her profile relatively private, never stating her name and only using dark and blurry pictures that obscured her most recognizable features, yet somehow this person knew her who she was. She was terrified to even open the message, but she needed to make sure that whoever this was, he was not out to expose her and all her kinky desires.
Clicking into the message, hoping to at least find out who this was, Alex read it over quickly:
If you open this, then I’ll know it’s you. I never thought I would find anyone I knew on a website like this, yet here you are. You have quite the interesting list of kinks – though in comparison to mine, you might think I’m taboo. Perhaps we can chat about it? If you don’t respond, I’ll take it as a sign of disinterest and let you be. But I just thought… maybe.
-M
“M” she thought, rushing to click on the profile. It opened to Fet’s classic black and red page and she immediately clicked on the “more pictures” link, but there was nothing there. To her disappointment the only pictures posted, all seemed to be classy boudoir type photos with a BDSM theme, focusing on what M seemed to like. Intricate bondage, deep throating, female submission. Alex spotted a photo of a woman led on a leash, down on her hands and knees like a dog, with an anal plug inserted in her and her ass propped up, centered, and head down. The woman looked like she was slowly crawling to a man holding the other end of her leash while sitting down. The man was fully clothed in dress pants and a dress shirt, full business attire minus the tie, his face obscured by darkness. But the woman was fully exposed, nude with her plugged ass up in the air – you could see her dark hair floating around her collar.
Another with a woman leashed and kneeling, her eyes focused up and her mouth widely opened, tongue out. A firm hand held the leash tightly upwards towards the direction the woman must have been looking. Click, after click. A woman tied and spread and waiting, one with “whore” written in lipstick across her face, tall dark bodies circling one naked and kneeling woman, threesomes, collars, whips, chains, and all those other things. A blonde woman sitting on a couch wearing nothing but a delicate mask, her legs spread, a man’s hands are placed on her shoulders; while another woman kneels below and laps at her pussy with her tongue, hands intricately tied behind her back.
Alex kept clicking, mesmerized by what she was seeing, her right hand made its way down to her now damp yoga pants, and slipped inside to her throbbing pussy. She delicately started teasing herself, pointer and index finger lightly circling the hood of her big clit – she was a mess. Clicking picture by picture, there were no captions just depravity. Alex circled her clit more fiercely as the pictures intensified.
Two thick fingers deeply inserted into the ass of his submissive, a man holds her firmly by the neck.
Inserting two of her own fingers past her swollen lips and deep into her pussy, Alex started slowly and delicately fucking her snatch, trying to edge herself, a new kink she recently read about in various Fetlife groups. She’s never had a vaginal orgasm before, using mostly her clit to get off, but she’s been carefully attempting it with these little edge games she plays. Pumping her fingers inside of herself, Alex moans sweating in frustration. She wiggles out of her leggings and pulls them down to her ankles along with her panties. Spreading her knees to the edges of her chair, Alex rubs her clit gently with her thumb, thumping her hips against her index and forefinger while they fill her, an intimate little dance with her G spot. She moves herself slowly, hips riding waves.
Click.
At the next picture, Alex’s eyes widen – a dark scene. There was so much to take in, a petite blonde woman was centered, her feet and hands locked into a spreader bar behind her, left foot by left hand, right foot by right hand, forcing her head down and ass up. In her ass was a metal hook with what looked like a strong base, the hook was pulled by a rope and tied to a hook on the wall facing the woman. The rope was pulled rather tightly to the wall with only a small length of slack, pulling the woman’s ass up and positioning her. The woman looked at herself and the scene in the mirror as the dominant striped her ass with a cane.
Alex’s heart was beating quickly now, her hip motions growing in intensity – she wondered what the woman in the picture felt as she was filled and pulled towards the wall. Alex had explored her ass on the rare occasion, she didn’t mind a small plug inside of her, it actually felt quite good. There were times when she would be using her vibrator and slip a finger or two into her ass, slowly fucking herself. But she never made it all the way, having tried with a few partners but never taking a cock in her ass, it always hurt too much, and her partners were never patient. She pretty much strayed away from anal after that, minus the occasional use of her little gemmed plug.
This new anal imagery excited Alex to her core, she could feel the heat growing in her pussy and her clit throbbing at her persistent meanderings. Alex started bucking her hips more fervently, almost overpowering her with orgasms a few times, while she rocked and swayed her hips in a rapid motion, but she wanted to keep it at bay just a bit longer – tease and denial, she thought she would at least try. And put her hand back on the mouse. Wild and craven like an animal for more.
Click.
The next image was another complex scene, it showed a wooden contraption in its center with a woman’s body strapped inside, in a contorted position. She was hoisted in the device so only her ass was visible. The wooden device looked like an erotic pillory, but its holes were larger, and it laid its prisoner in a position so that they were crouched kneeling with their ass out and legs open. It was almost like the spreader bar from before in how it held its prisoner, with hands and feet locked together, but fully wooden and more structured. The body of the woman was obscured by the wooden device, all that was seen was her ass, pussy, feet, legs and hands, bound into the device while her head and chest must have been on the other side. The wooden structure was a large wall almost the height of a doorway.
Click.
A woman, the same woman from the previous photo, was shown in the front of the device. All that was pictured was the front of her body and face. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail and a rope tied her hair to the base of the wooden structure where the rope was hooked. This pushed her to arch her back and push her breasts out, attached to her breasts were large butterfly nipple clamps, one clamp to each nipple with a chain hanging between the two. She was gagged with the classic O – ring making her drool all over her chest.
Click.
Ahh it seemed this was a series, the following image showed us back to the backside of the device, but this time it’s not just the woman. A large man dressed in all black with cock out of his unzipped pants is teasing the woman’s pussy with the tip of his thick 8 inches. Click. The man’s cock was now fully thrusted into the woman’s pussy. Click. This time the man’s cock was gently teasing the girl’s ass. Click. Now halfway thrusted into the woman’s ass. Click. All the way in, the full length of his cock stretched and explored her tight asshole. Click. The last image was her empty and slightly gaping ass, dripping cum.
Alex’s hips bucked madly, and her thumb rubbed against her clit rapidly. She was on edge, staring at the woman’s dripping hole and then flicking back and forth between the images. Him fucking her wet little snatch with perfect pornstar lips. Him teasing her tight little asshole and then taking it fully, her rosebud expanded around and taking all of him. Alex’s thumb ran wildly over her clit and as much as she tried to hold off, she erupted easily into orgasm, legs shaking with animalistic moans. Her clit throbbed sensations all through her body, starting at her sizable pearl, radiating through her long and swollen labia lips, to her outer lips to her toes, finally rushing to her wrists and head – it’s like she could feel it in her veins.
A few moments or minutes later, Alex collected herself, sighing in complete relief at a much-needed orgasm, mixed with a shame about what she just orgasmed to and why. She pulled herself up and took the remnants of her panties and leggings off the floor, taking them to the hamper in her room and finding herself some clean, and most importantly dry panties. Slipping herself into a pair of cute cotton panties, or at least Alex thought so, she made her way to the kitchen for a glass of water. Grabbing a glass from her cabinet and filling it with the tap from the Brita, Alex walked back into her office and sat herself down to her laptop, the feeling of mild shame rushing over her as she remembers her recent actions.
Alex grabs her mouse and clicks out of the photo album curious to see whose fantasies just made her cum. She clicks back onto the profile and is greeted with the basic profile picture of the lower portion of a man, you could see the large bulge in his tight dress pants and his hand pointing down between his legs from a seated position. Nothing identifiable there, and the photo was professional enough that Alex couldn’t be sure if this was a picture of M, or another in his collection of fantasies. Scrolling slowly, she reads over the profile.
Gender: Male
Orientation: Straight
Role: Dominant
Looking for: A submissive, a play partner
Location: Boston
“An optimistic mind-set finds dozens of solutions that the pessimist mind regards as incurable.” – Robert Anton Wilson
I’d call myself an optimist, explorer, nerd. I like the weird and untamed and I’m on here exploring just that.
But you can call me
M
Well that certainly was informative. Alex didn’t have an inkling about who M could be, she was trying to rack her brain, going through all the M names she knew – but did it really matter? Did it? After she came so violently from just a few of M’s fantasies, wondering what else he could be into, she scrolled down his profile some more, trying to get an idea of who this stranger, or seemingly stranger could be. Her pussy still wonderfully sore from the earlier work of her fingers, she sighed thinking back to just a few moments ago and drank a sip of water. Alex scrolled quickly down to M’s kink list, a lengthy blob at the bottom of the page.
·Anal beads (watching others wear)
·Anal play (giving)
·Anal plug tails (watching others wear)
·Anal sex (giving)
·Bare handed spanking (giving)
·Emotionally Owned and Trained (giving)
·Collar and leash
·Crying
·Cunnilingus
·Female humiliation
·Female sexual slavery
·Fingering
·Humiliation
·Intellectual Humiliation
·Obeying Orders
·Online slavery
·Orgasm control
·OTK spankings
·Piercings
·Sadism
·School-girl uniform
·Verbal humiliation
·Violent sex to remind you that you are owned
Feeling herself getting wet again, Alex realized that she was turned on. She didn’t think that M’s kink list was that extreme, sure she wasn’t down with all of it, but cunnilingus, spankings and mild humiliation or anal play had been recurring things in her own fantasies. With that thought Alex knew that she was going down a slippery slope, but she perused the profile more, scrolling back up to the “Groups I’m a Member of Section,” which read:
24/7 LTR, Anal punishment, Boston BDSM Ads, Consensual Nonconsent, Cyber Humiliation, Dark Age Play, Extended butt plug wearing, Female Orgasm Control, FetLife Announcements, Massachusetts Area Personals, Online BDSM, Online Playmates, Picture Tasks, Ritual Punishment, Taboo Sluts, Female Chastity, Offering My Ass for Punishment, Discipline Therapy, Forced Orgasms, Orgasm Torture, and Degrading Whores.
Astounded at M’s variety of interests and apparently dark mind, and cock, Alex started to become apprehensive about the information she was given. Sure, it was great to get off on these fantasies, but who is this internet stranger and how did they recognize her? She clicked on her own profile, looking over the pictures she had posted – most were dark and blurry, it was hard to recognize her, so whoever M was, he must be someone that knew her well. Alex read over her own short profile which detailed that she was a female submissive looking to explore. She listed off her short kink list of spanking, submission, schoolgirl role play, online play, lingerie, bondage, light humiliation and rough sex. This experience was consuming her, and she wondered if she should just log off, being tired and drained from her own day. She knew she didn’t want to make any rash decisions and resigned herself to thinking about how and if she should go about this.
Alex clicked back into M’s message again and checked its sent date, 2 days ago. She logged off her laptop and made her way into the bathroom for a needed bath, while putting her mind to something else for now, she would handle these thoughts tomorrow. Stripping down to nothing, Alex started the bath water and went to grab some candles and her phone. After setting up and lighting the candles, she turned on her favorite Spotify playlist, laid her phone down on the vanity and stepped into her filling tub. Rubbing her fingers over her pubic hair, Alex looked down at her snatch and lowered herself into the water, spreading her legs. She stroked her wet pubic hair and outer lips, thinking back to all of M’s photos and how all those women were shaved bare – resounding herself to thoughts she thought she slipped away.
