Lisabet
Sarai
I
love being assigned the 31st of the month at SNSD. That
means I get to post on Halloween, on New Year’s Eve and on my own
birthday (January 31st). Happy Halloween to all our
readers! I hope you have a spooky, possibly sexy adventure planned
for tonight.
The
first edition of my first novel, Raw Silk, came out in
1999. I’ve come a long way since then. I’ve published stories in
a wide range of genres, including sci fi, paranormal, steam punk,
thriller, gay and lesbian. I’ve branched out, deliberately
experimenting with different styles and content.
My
early work, though, was deeply influenced by my personal experiences
with power exchange (D/s or BDSM). During my life I’ve had only one
D/s relationship, but it profoundly changed me. I wrote Raw
Silk to capture some of the excitement and confusion that
accompanied that love affair.
That
book is not by any means the best I’ve written. However, many
readers have commented on the authenticity of the emotions in that
tale. That is, of course, because the subject matter was so personal.
What
does this have to do with Halloween? While searching for something to
share this All Hallows Eve, I came across a spicy bit of holiday
flash fiction from those very early days when I still remembered
being an eager slave. This is very old story. I’m sharing it here,
hoping that you’ll take it in the spirit offered.
Note
that this is definitely not safe for work!
Trick
or Treat
To
GCS
Rated
X
"Which
would you prefer, Sarah, the cane or the feather duster?"
"Is
that a trick question?"
"Why
do you ask? Don't you trust me?"
"Of
course I do. But you do have a way of twisting things around in
unexpected directions."
"I
thought you liked surprises. In any case, as your Master it's my
responsibility to add a certain - ambiguity - to our interactions. To
keep you on your toes."
"These
ridiculous spike heels do that well enough."
"If
I hear any more complaints or excuses, Sarah, I will make you very
sorry. And I don't mean something you'd enjoy like a spanking or
nipple clamps."
"I..."
"Sarah!
Just answer my question. Now."
"Well...
I choose the cane."
"Really?
Why is that? You're blushing, you know. Tell me why you prefer the
cane."
"Well
- um - I think it will hurt more. And that it will please you more,
to see me enduring that pain."
"But
I asked what you wanted. Not what you think I'd want."
"Mm..."
"What
was that?"
"There's
no difference, Master. What I want is to please you, to fulfill your
every lust, to satify your desires before you are even aware of
them."
"Silly,
romantic girl. You sound like a novel."
"It's
the truth. I can't help it."
"So
- " (Swish!) "you want the cane, do you?"
"Yes,
Master."
"Last
time, you remember, you couldn't sit down for two days."
(Swish!)
"I
remember."
"Very
well. Bend over and hold on to the edge of the table. Good."
(Swish!)
"Ow
-- oh! Oh!!"
"You're
awfully slick, Sarah. The cane slides back and forth in your pussy as
though it was greased."
"Uh...ooh..."
"Spread
your legs a bit more. That's right. Now I can rub the bamboo right up
against your clit."
"Oh,
Master! Oh...!"
"I
think that talking about the pain makes you hot. But what about the
pain itself?"
"Uh...ooh...I
don't know."
"We
should do some experiments in that area, don't you think? Oh, there's
the doorbell. Some urchins come to extort their candy from us, no
doubt. Get up and answer it, Sarah."
"What?
Like this?"
"Naked,
in high heels, with a cane wedged in your crotch? Why not?"
"Please,
the neighbors are already suspicious about us. All the screams and so
on. If I expose myself to their kids, they're going to report us.
These days, especially, anything involving children is especially
dangerous."
"Hey,
you'd probably like it in prison. All those rough, nasty guards...
Come on, Sarah, I'm only teasing you. Here, throw this over your
head. Then go answer the door."
"But..."
"I'll
give you butt! Don't argue. I swear, for someone who claims to be my
slave you give me a lot of lip."
"I'm
sorry, Master. But I must look like Casper with an erection."
"You
do, rather. Never mind. Go give the grubby little devils what they
deserve, then get back here."
"Yes,
Master."
...
"So,
who was it?"
"Two
Darth Vaders, one Power Ranger, one Harry Potter and a most
convincing Elvira, Mistress of the Dark."
"Hmm,
sounds appealing. Should have invited her in."
"Master...
ow!"
"Your
nipples are like marbles, little Sarah. And how's that cane doing?
Walk around a bit for me. Very fetching. But I think you're having a
bit too much fun. Let me have it."
"Ooh...ah!
Are you going to beat me now?"
"Perhaps.
Would you like that?"
"Whatever
you'd like, Master."
"Hmm.
Is that so? So many possibilities... Go back to the table and bend
over again. Thighs wide. That's right. Now, reach back and pull open
your cheeks. Yes, very nice. So sensitive and vulnerable. I really
should cane you, Sarah. You deserve it, for your insolence and your
questions. But..." (Zip!) "I'm just too indulgent to train
you properly..."
"Oh...MASTER!"
...
"Master?"
"Yes?"
"Can
I ask you a question?"
"You
just did."
"The
cane was delicious, a real treat. I was wondering what you planned to
do if I had chosen the feather duster."
"Actually,
I was going to break off the feathers and use the sharp quills to
pierce the flesh around your nipples."
"No!
Not really! You wouldn't do that! Would you?"
"You
can never be sure, Sarah, can you? That's why you love me."
"Only
one of the reasons, Master. One of many."
Looking for a Halloween read? This book reaches a climax at midnight on All Hallows Eve, as the Devil tries to claim a poor romance author's soul... Find out more at https://www.lisabetsarai.com/damnedifyoudobook.html
Wishing
you a night full of treats!
