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."
Wishing you a night full of treats!
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