A Lesson Hard Learned

[CandideCoating]

Kirsten had answered the ad. She knew this was what she wanted deep inside. She was about to turn thirty, it was about time she got to know herself. All her life she had denied her sexuality, devoting her whole being to school work, to baking,t o being a model citizen, to charity auctions, matching parka and handbag sets, to the south beach diet, to magna cum laude, to everything every person had ever told her she should do.

No one had told her to go to that website over and over again. It had happened by accident the first time, really. She typed in the wrong web address and there the image was, now forever emblazened in her mind. There were three people on her screen, though it took some studying to tell more than that. Kirsten had stared at the photograph a million times since that fateful night and knew the miage well. A completely latex and PVC clad woman was on her hands and knees, her beautiful hair in a proud ponytail, jutting through her vinyl mask. A woman stood behind her, visciously grasping the ponytail, jerking the aforemeantioned woman's head back.

Sweat dotted Kirsten's forehead as she waited, thinking of how the strain of holding her head that way might feel. But certainly the girl in the picture was in more of a predicament as her head was being held bach so the leather figure of Adonis before her could jam his huge cock in her throat. This man was the most dominant, manly being Kirsten had ever seen, being surrounded by the metro-sexual effeminate office types all day.

This was not the end of this pictured woman's blissful torture. It was easily missed the first few times Kirsten glanced at the photo, but she distinctly noted the dominant woman's dark black strap-on penetrating the defenseless woman through a small hole in the anus of her latex jumpsuit.

AKirsten could see the ominus shadow of a dark black limo making it's way into the decrepit alley she had been instructed to wait in.

She glanced one last time at the perfectly type-written note that had been delivered to her office yesterday.

"McHenry Alley. 8:00PM. Limo. GET IN"

These perfectly tiny black letters and the rapidly approaching limo set a great fear in Kirsten's heart and for a moment her only thought was to run.

But she didn't.

((OOC: Need a Domme and a Dom, PM me with ideas and impress me with writing ability and lets have some fun...))

 

[CandideCoating]

The limo came to a stop and nothing happened. Kirsten waited paitently, not sure if she should open the door, or if this was a trick to get her into trouble before they even began.

((Come on, this could be a lot of fun, I'm a RL supersubbie and can play this well...don't you wanna be mean to me?))

 

[scribe_m]

The chauffer's door opened. A tall woman, dressed in a black latex chauffer's outfit stepped out and walked around the car towards Kirstin. The woman wore a black almost gestapo like hat, impenetrable sunglasses, black gloves, knee-high boots. Her heels clacked sharply against the pavement. Her latex uniform was jet black with silver trimmings, ending just above her boots. Her face was white, and her lips were boldly red.

"Get. In." She sneered.

The limousine door swung open. It was pitch black inside. A musty thick smell crept out the door. The chauffer's rough latex hands grasped the back of her neck and skirt and pushed her through the door. She fell, her back to the floor. The sharp penlight shown into her face, it's tip blinding her when she saw it. She could, at best, recognize a hand gesturing at her as her captor spoke.

"Ah, yes. My sweet." The man's voice was unctuous, dripping. "It is a fine evening, is it not? We thank you so much for attending our little... party... tonight. But first, you must be dressed." Some sort of red clothing -- made out of latex -- was tossed onto her, as she lay on the floor. "Oh, no. Don't bother getting up. You shall lay down on the floor and change. My light shall shine on you as you undress and put on your clothing." The light slowly moved down and up her body. "My, you have such a pretty body. You have such a pretty face. IS YOUR FACE AS BEAUTIFUL AS MINE?" The man suddenly lunged forward, his face in full view of Kirstin. The man wore a black latex mask, with skull-like holes that showed his burning black eyes, nose, and ravenous teeth. It retreated out of the light, as quickly as it had shown.

The car began to move. The chauffer began to drive.



Scribe.