Pen's Refuge for Insatiable Souls

[PenLightStories]

How do we get away from it all? How do we put out of mind the pressures and business of the humdrum world and find our own peace and sense of belonging? This was the thought that drove me to build this place - this refuge for any who might stumble upon it.

“Buy land,” I thought. “Build a refuge from the prying eyes of society and the pressures to be someone else’s sense of ‘normal’.”

Of course, I need a place to live, so I built a villa - a place where I can feel as though I can escape to a nook or room or patio as it suits my mood. The staff I import as needed for cleanings and maintenance. I need time to imagine and write and enjoy my surroundings, so I cannot be bothered with upkeep.

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In one cellar, I stockpiled food I enjoy so I can cook for myself day and night. In another cellar, I assembled a selection of wines that allow me to feel like I can still enjoy the finer things of the outside world.

Outside, I blazed trails through the jungle landscape, using nature as my gymnasium. While alone, I cannot afford to let my body waste away, so I climbed the tall trees and crawled around the ancient ruins I discovered hiding beneath them.

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From a rooftop perch, I can see all the way to the beach, on a clear day. In the opposite direction, I watch the old volcano with bated breath hoping today is not the day it decides to reawaken.

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The library contains the works of the world’s literary masters as well as a few surprises if someone knows just where to look and touch.

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Of course, solitude is not always the answer to my troubles. I need the presence of others who share my need to escape. I need to find out what inspires them and how we can fill each other’s sense of longing or emptiness.

That is why I created this call to the outside world.

Not knowing whom or what to expect in response, I made sure there’s a safe path to the beach - for relaxing and enjoying its surf and sand on someone’s own terms.

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From time to time, I find objects lost at sea that beach themselves in my absence. Maybe a guest will find a trinket of love lost or a treasure that inspires their own adventures. At the villa, the pool water always feels welcoming and, on the deck, there’s always just enough shade to escape the day’s heat.

I stocked the basement dungeon with the finest instruments from the world’s masters of kink.

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My architect, whose mysterious disappearance following the refuge's construction was just a poorly timed coincidence, included plans for a ballroom for gathering and socializing and for the times when some wanton soul just really needs to be auctioned to the highest bidder.

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Out in the tangled jungle, I made sure to hide a few surprises for those visitors daring enough to play a little hide and seek away from the safety of the ancient but freshly rehabilitated trails.

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It is my fear that at least one of the many bedrooms is haunted, possibly by the spirit of some poor soul whose life ended without respite. Rather than call the exorcist, I decided to let them linger. Maybe some future guest will find the right kind of terror or fascination in communing with a presence who knows more than I ever could about this land and its history.

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While I wait for guests, imagined or material, to appear, I’ll try to find my own inspiration and set myself to brainstorming and pecking out stories. Maybe, at the very least, these images and words will allow me or anyone who stumbles across my musings to escape into the refuge of the mind.


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[PenLightStories]

As I flip through my notebook of stories, I can find more unfinished and half-brained premises than I could possibly finish with any sort of haste. Maybe I can use this page as an index, of sorts. I way to sort my stories from my inspirations. Maybe some visitor will stumble on these and help me to sort out the visions that continue to plague me.


1. An Auction Story - Perhaps I could invite some guests to flesh this idea out into a group roleplaying session rather than writing it as a drawn out story? The idea is that I'd roleplay as a young adult man whose mother has put me up for auction. With her extensive background as a dominatrix, my mother has trained my sister and me in the art of being the perfect submissive to individuals and couples who get the privilege of inspecting every inch of us in an extensive and exclusive auction in order to win the rights to our bodies for a night.

Roles:
Me (Rowan)- A young man between the ages of 20 and 25 but I look like I'm still in my (adult) teenage years, allowing my mother to drive up the price of my auction
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Mother (Ruby)- A middle aged woman (40-45) well versed in the art of dominating men and women. She runs these exclusive kinky faux "slave" auctions featuring consenting adults. The highlight of the auction is always when she brings me out (and possibly my sister) for the grand finale. She runs the family business with an iron fist.

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(optional) Sister - (Poppy) A young woman who could pass for my twin but is actually just two years older. She is the beta to my mother's alpha in the 3 person family but she always follows the rules my mother sets - unless she's not around. She is the dominant in the sibling relationship.

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Other characters -
Wealthy and enthusiastic auction attendees

The questions at the heart of this premise are many but, initially, I would need to find at least one woman willing to play my mother. I would then need any number of individuals who would like to play auction attendees, both the winners and losers. The field is wide open to couples or individuals.

If it were possible to add a sister, that would certainly heighten the drama (or comedy).

The questions that go deeper than roles and scenarios are endless, though.

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  Why is my mother doing this to me/us? Is it punishment for something? Am I breaking rules in our dom/sub relationship? Is it a con game with the bidders? Are we not actually related or is this something we go from town to town doing, always claiming I'm a virgin in one area or another?

• 
  Is there a deeper relationship between my mother and me? Is it sexual or simply the inherent erotic power of a dom/sub relationship

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  Does she know the bidders ahead of time or are they always strangers?

 

[PenLightStories]

All this time alone has given me time to work on stories, of course. Why can't I seem to finish them? Maybe I need to send out for an editor to pop-in and help me hone these stories? Where should I start?

Sean knew he was dreaming but couldn't care less. He was lying on the shores of the Camp Wedgewood lake when whom should appear but Tamara Day, her long blonde hair fluttering in the wind and a small black bikini barely covering the curves of her perky breasts and tight butt.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there, Sean,” she said in a chipper voice.

Nevermind the fact that Tamara barely seemed to notice Sean when she spent her last summer at Wedgewood. She was moving on to her “career” while Sean was just a junior counselor, running errands for the camp staff and older counselors. Here she was, in all her glory and they were alone together.

Suddenly, Tamara was kneeling right next to Sean’s towel. She reached behind her back and, with a flip of her hand, the triangles covering those luscious breasts were pulled up over her head.

“You know Sean, I just hate tan lines. Do you think you can rub me down with some oil?”

Magically, Sean was holding a dark brown bottle of tanning oil in his hand. He stared up at her dark brown nipplese dangling just over his face. Suddenly, his shoulder hurt. Something from below the sand was pounding at it.

“Everybody is waiting on you, Sean,” Tamara called down to him over the slopes of her breasts. “Wake the hell up, man!”

And, just like that, Sean’s eyes were open. He wasn’t staring up at Tamara Day. Instead, he turned to see his sister pounding on his shoulder, her upper body thrusting toward him behind every jab. They were in the middle row of their family SUV, where they had spent the last couple hours after rising at dawn to make the final leg of their trek to Camp Wedgewood.

“Finally!” Kelly shouted at her brother as she rolled out the opposite door of the SUV.

With a yawn and a stretch, Sean hopped out into the light of the early morning. His father, Jack, was already proving to be quite the workhorse, unloading bags from the back of the vehicle. Sean joined in, helping pull his sister’s trunk from the open tailgate.

“Maybe we can help?” a husky voice called toward the vehicle.

Approaching the Lynch SUV was a family Sean knew well. Leading the charge was his mother’s brother, Brian. His hair was now salt-and-pepper grey but he maintained a solid frame. He must have been in his latter forties now, Sean figured, as Sean’s mother, Cathy was forty four. Brian towered over his curvy wife, Jane, and the slight figured Erin. Erin was only a couple years older than Mark and his twin sister and the last few years had seen her embrace a counter-culture vibe that was fairly uncommon in this athletic and handsome family. Erin had woven dreadlocks throughout her untamed fiery orange hair and it was clear she wasn’t wearing a bra under her under-sized Camp Wedgewood tshirt which had faded from years of use. Sean tried not to stare at the slim profile of her breasts beneath the clinging shirt.

Instead, Sean turned his attention to Erin’s older brother, Mark. He had always towered over Sean but, now that they had passed through puberty, Mark’s broad six foot four frame only stood a couple inches above Sean.

“What’s up nerd? Need me to carry your stuff?” Mark teased while putting Sean in a loose headlock and rubbing his thick hair.

This wasn’t just another summer at camp for the families. For years, the whole Collins-Lynch clan had come together for a family camp at the end of the normal summer activities for Camp Wedgewood. Plenty of Sean’s cousins, aunts, and uncles, were milling about the grounds on top of the forested mountain. Newly twenty one, Sean found himself dreading this summer’s reunion since he could be out at the bars chasing coeds instead of singing campfire songs next to his sister. At least he would be able to enjoy the fully developed figures of some of his more distant cousins from afar, he thought.

“Your with me this week,” Sean’s Uncle Brian explained as they parted ways with the rest of their families. “Should be a good time, just us guys, but try to keep it low key, ok?”

The three men found the cabin where they would spend the week. Sean’s father had chaperoned his cabin a few years earlier when the last family reunion took place and it was no fun to have a parent looking over his shoulder night and day so he looked forward to a little freedom.

“Just remember, guys’ bunks are on this side and the ladies stay on the girls’ side of the camp,” Brian continued as they pushed through the wooden slats that made up the cabin door.

It only dawned on Sean at that moment that were enough mixed families thanks to divorces and distant cousins around that, there could actually be some of the usual camp shenanigans if order wasn’t enforced.

The door swung open and Sean was greeted almost immediately but his adopted cousin, Reggie. Reggie kind of stood out in the family as the only African American cousin. He was tall and athletic like his cousins, though, standing only a couple inches beneath Sean. Soon, Sean, Mark, and Reggie were squaring off in wrestling matches on the floor. The nineteen year old Reggie had the advantage with his lower center of gravity, and took several rounds from each of his older cousins.

While the cousins were catching up in the only way they knew, Mark had slipped away, probably to catch up with some of the other arriving family members.

“Hey, Sean…” Mark said, with a devilish grin on his face. “Reggie and I were talking about taking a little hike. You know, just to get the blood flowing. You game?”

“Yeah… need to get my blood flowing, you know…” Reggie seemed to be sharing an inside joke with Mark that Sean didn’t understand.

“Alright. Let’s do it,” Sean replied.

Before he knew it, Mark had lead the group away from their cabin and down a trail that Sean remembered well from his days at camp. What he didn’t expect was for Mark to suddenly take a turn directly into the woods, past bushes that scraped at Sean’s waist as he past, and under logs that had fallen from years of rot and wind damage.

“Where are we?” Sean asked after several minutes of off-trail hiking.

“Hey, Sean….you getting some action at that college off yours?” Mark asked, redirecting the question.

“Yeah, man, I do ok.”

“You miss all those fine willing ladies, don’t you. What’s it been, over two months since classes let out?”

“I guess,” Sean replied. “It’s not like I’m celebate for the summer or anything…”

“Yeah, I’m already missing my glory days,” Mark replied. “You can experience a lot in just a few years and you’d be surprised at how fast it all ends.”

“Hey Sean,” Reggie jumped in. “What if you could cheat a little? Let a little steam off even though we’re all couped up here?”

It sounded strange that Reggie and Mark were already complaining about being at camp. Sean knew they had arrived with most of the family late last night but, still, it had not even been a whole day.

Suddenly, Mark was shushing the group. He held his hand up for the other young men to get low and Sean joined his cousins as they crouched and then crept forward to a row of bushes as they approached a clearing.

Mark and Reggie laid on their stomachs so Sean joined them on the twig covered ground. Just beyond the bushes was a cliff that overlooked a tree filled canopy below. Up a hill to their left, though, the twigs and dirt gave way to a rocky terrain where the trees cleared and they could see a small lean-to built up against a barren tree that leaned away from another cliff.

A hand brushed up against Sean’s arm and he looked where Mark’s fingers were pointing. Out of the canvas lean-to stepped their aunt Dana, shaking out her long wavy dark hair as she emerged. Sean’s heart skipped a beat when he noticed she was missing her shirt. The middle aged woman was now standing and looking up into the sun. Her thick full breasts hanging off her chest. She was still wearing a short pair of tan cargo shorts and her boots but she was basking in the sun without a care in the world.

Sean looked back to Mark who glanced over and flashed a smile. Reggie turned his way and gave Sean a wild look as his eyes grew large.

They were close enough that Sean could make out the dark nipples at the tips of his Aunt Dana’s breasts and that he could see that she was saying something to some unseen person but he could not make out the words. If his heart skipped a beat when he first saw his topless Aunt appear, it practically exploded when he saw who she was speaking to.

A wild head of orange hair appeared first from the canvas-covered lean-to and then a younger women stretched upward. It was Erin, Mark’s younger sister, and she was stretching her arms upward to meet the mid-morning sun. Unlike Dana, Erin wasn’t wearing anything other than her ankle-high hiking boots. As she stretched upward, her perky sunkissed breasts pressed upward. She turned to face her Aunt Dana and Sean caught a glimpse of the fiery red hair between her legs, equally as untamed as the head on her hair. While the two women spoke, Erin put her hands on her waist and pressed her hips forward ever so slightly. As her hips flexed, the young men could see the profile of her bushy red pubic hair and the way her petite pokey breasts curved away from her chest. Sean couldn’t help himself. He could feel the blood rushing between his legs and the thickness growing down there.

“Damn it man, I got it bad for your sister,” Reggie whispered.

The show wasn’t over, though. From the woods to the left of the rocky outcropping stepped a young Korean woman. Leah was Sean’s other adopted cousin. She was nineteen like Reggie and the daughter of Sean’s father’s cousin. She didn’t waste time stripping her small green athletic shorts down her shapely butt and then pulling off her grey camp tshirt and tossing her white sports bra to the ground.

Erin froliced toward her younger cousin. Bending over a little to hug the shorter ochre skinned woman. Their upper breasts pressed against each other and, for a moment, Leah’s tear dropped shaped breasts kissed the tips of Erin’s pink nipples.

After Dana had greeted Leah, the three women took up positions on the rock outcropping.

“What the fuck, man?” Sean whispered.

“They started doing yoga up where a couple years ago. Don’t worry, we’re covered down here,” Mark explained.

Sure enough, they raised their arms and chests to the sky in synchronized forms before leaning forward into downward facing dog.

“Fuck, I can’t handle Leah’s body. I don’t care if it’s wrong,” Mark gasped.

Sean tensed up as he realized that his cousin was pulling at his shorts as he rolled to his side. He was soon pulling his mesh basketball shorts and boxers down below his knees in one motion, exposing his muscular glutes to Sean. Just past his cousin’s hips, Sean could see that Mark had sprouted an impressive erection that stretched up in front of his flat lower belly and he was now unashamedly stroking it with his free hand.

“Me, either,” Reggie said and then rolled away from Mark so the two bodies were facing each other as Sean’s cousins stroked their thick cocks in rhythm while they stared up at the naked women on the cliff. The uncut skin at the tip of Reggie’s cock covered and then uncovered the dark brown tip like a sleeve as he worked his hand up and down.

Hesitantly, Sean reached into his own shorts to find the hot flesh of his own shaft. The tip was already dripping with pre-cum and he gently caressed the bulbous head with his fingers. He was shocked at how this felt so foreign and yet so natural. They were just young men out in nature doing what young me do. These were just beautiful bodies they were staring at. They didn’t mean the women any harm. In fact, the way Sean saw it, they were worshipping them.

Up the hill, women rotated to a pose where one hand pressed to the ground while their bodies made a stiff plank at an angle and their opposite arm opened to the sky. Mark could see the black soft pubic hair between Leah’s thick thighs and her breasts dropped to the side. They weren’t nearly as large as Dana’s voluptuous breasts but still thicker than Erin who’s taller frame poked out from behind Leah.

“How’s it going?” Reggie sighed as he breathed heavily.

“I could use a hand,” Mark shrugged.

 

[rubenesque_princess]

Hi

Just wanted to pop in and say a quick hello. I am newly returned to the Lit community and just checking out areas that always interested me, but which also intimidated me. I love to write, especially SRP, but in the past let me insecurities get in the way of actually ever posting much outside of the BDSM Cafe.

 

[PenLightStories]

Welcome to my refuge All are welcome.

Hope you enjoy your stay.

If there's anything I can help with, please let me know.