Chrysse
Mistress of Kisses
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I have an idea for a story that's been in my head a long time. I am new to writing fiction (have two on lit so far) and don't think I am yet up to this task - there are timing and pacing elements that are a little beyond my abilities right now. Looking for someone interested in this subject that might like to try their hand 
Warning: elements of bondage, abduction, control, non-consensual sex, sexual peeing - don't read if you're not into it.
Outline:
Woman awakens naked in a dark room, on a hard surface (original image: marble slab underground, but warm), no light and no memory of how she got there. Finds she is bound tightly but comfortably. No-one answers her call.
She has to pee badly, maybe she was at a bar last night. No-one comes to help her. Sometime in the middle of the night she finally lets go, in a rush of warmth and relief. She falls asleep.
Awakening, she finds that she has been washed and covered in a light satin sheet. A man enters with a candle, and some food. She realizes she is starving, but can't feed herself, as she is bound. Little by little he feeds her with his hand, running his other hand over her body and stimulating her as he sates her hunger, taking any liberties he desires and admiring her body, never speaking. The food is excellent and his touch arouses her, yet she struggles with shame and unanswered questions. He will not speak to her or answer her questions. He leaves her sexually frustrated, short of orgasm and unable to touch herself.
Worse, a short time later, she needs to pee again. She does not want to soil the satin sheet, but knows she will eventually give in. She is still aroused and remembers the rush of warmth and pleasure from the night before. She cries out for help, and only one word comes in reply... a soft "No." She knows this means she must wait, and struggles increasingly with discomfort and need, imagining floods of relief. A small trickle forces its way out and she begins to cry softly with need and frustration.
The man comes again (or perhaps it is a woman that attends to this need). The sheet is removed... hands once again caressing her body, circling her nipples, arousing her clit. Fingers sliding into her body, torturing her with arousal and the need to pee. Stroking becoming more insistant, rising orgasm, floods of release... burning shame and pleasure... but no choice. Warm wet cloths cleaning her, pressing her mound, giving more pleasure, more caresses on her nipples, then leaving her once again, in the dark.
As her hunger rises again, the man returns. Each time he feeds her, he takes greater liberties with her body, training her in ways of pleasure she has never experienced in her relatively conservative life/marriage. Both women and men have her, and in her conditioning, always overseen by the same man, she learns only desire... no shame. And always... silence, except for her cries of passion and need.
She begins to link her passion and sexuality to basic needs of food and elimination. She loses track of her questions and where she came from, and lives only for the next keeper that will come and take her body, feed her, give her bodily release. When at last all of her inhibitions are lost, her needs driving her, her compliance perfected... she is released. Finding herself back in her clothes, in her life, with no idea how to live as that person any longer, and no idea where she has been all this time.... how will she now find a place for herself in this world?
- Chrysse
Warning: elements of bondage, abduction, control, non-consensual sex, sexual peeing - don't read if you're not into it.
Outline:
Woman awakens naked in a dark room, on a hard surface (original image: marble slab underground, but warm), no light and no memory of how she got there. Finds she is bound tightly but comfortably. No-one answers her call.
She has to pee badly, maybe she was at a bar last night. No-one comes to help her. Sometime in the middle of the night she finally lets go, in a rush of warmth and relief. She falls asleep.
Awakening, she finds that she has been washed and covered in a light satin sheet. A man enters with a candle, and some food. She realizes she is starving, but can't feed herself, as she is bound. Little by little he feeds her with his hand, running his other hand over her body and stimulating her as he sates her hunger, taking any liberties he desires and admiring her body, never speaking. The food is excellent and his touch arouses her, yet she struggles with shame and unanswered questions. He will not speak to her or answer her questions. He leaves her sexually frustrated, short of orgasm and unable to touch herself.
Worse, a short time later, she needs to pee again. She does not want to soil the satin sheet, but knows she will eventually give in. She is still aroused and remembers the rush of warmth and pleasure from the night before. She cries out for help, and only one word comes in reply... a soft "No." She knows this means she must wait, and struggles increasingly with discomfort and need, imagining floods of relief. A small trickle forces its way out and she begins to cry softly with need and frustration.
The man comes again (or perhaps it is a woman that attends to this need). The sheet is removed... hands once again caressing her body, circling her nipples, arousing her clit. Fingers sliding into her body, torturing her with arousal and the need to pee. Stroking becoming more insistant, rising orgasm, floods of release... burning shame and pleasure... but no choice. Warm wet cloths cleaning her, pressing her mound, giving more pleasure, more caresses on her nipples, then leaving her once again, in the dark.
As her hunger rises again, the man returns. Each time he feeds her, he takes greater liberties with her body, training her in ways of pleasure she has never experienced in her relatively conservative life/marriage. Both women and men have her, and in her conditioning, always overseen by the same man, she learns only desire... no shame. And always... silence, except for her cries of passion and need.
She begins to link her passion and sexuality to basic needs of food and elimination. She loses track of her questions and where she came from, and lives only for the next keeper that will come and take her body, feed her, give her bodily release. When at last all of her inhibitions are lost, her needs driving her, her compliance perfected... she is released. Finding herself back in her clothes, in her life, with no idea how to live as that person any longer, and no idea where she has been all this time.... how will she now find a place for herself in this world?
- Chrysse
