The Challenge Club

[Remec]

Hey Remec,

I will go read it shortly. It's up to you whether you post it here before submitting it.

Usually, I post my story here, and then I send it of to my VE. After I make the revisions that she suggests, I will then submit it. Posting them here before submitting them helps, because it gives me some other view points on my story besides my own and those of my editor.

CM

That reminds me. How crucial or vital do you think it is to use an editor for submissions here?

I know if I'm ever going to buckle down and be serious about writing (even if just as a hobby), I should prolly look into having someone else take a look at things before I pass them to TPTB. But how soon should I worry about doing that?

 

[Guest]

My editor helps me alot. She catches typos or other grammar things that I might miss, and she also catches places where I need more description (or if I am telling instead of showing). I think if you are serious about your writing that an editor is vital. It might take you while to find one that you mesh well with, though. It took me three tries before I found a good one.

CM

 

[Black Tulip]

Remec,

Read and voted for your story.

I liked the way you use your words very much. I kind of taste language and your sentences I can chew on. They have body. Yea, I liked it.

The only point I would have changed, is the function of him in the expedition. A bit more about his job would have been nice.

 

[SummerMorning]

Wow! I disappear into real life for a week and find out I have...er... 2 hours and 45 minutes to respond to the challenge...

neat

 

[Black Tulip]

I finally have something brewing I think. But I must say this challenge has a definite sadistic side to it.

After losing weight for 7 months, no ice cream or sweets (chocolate only with Christmas, I swear), you want me to write about a sundae.

To make sure I knew what that was, I did a search and came up with this orgasmic example:

 

[SummerMorning]

Ech...I went through the whole weight loss thing. I still have to watch what I eat, but I did get rid of around 15 kilos...
...I'll take a fr00t salad over a sundae anydae!

 

[Black Tulip]

I got rid of 15 kilo's too, but still have 5 more to go. Then I'll stop, cause I never will be the slender willow type.

The craving for chocolate will not go away I fear, ever.

 

[SummerMorning]

Chocolate's fine... just switch to the choc that's 70% cocoa - well, I didn't have to do that, it was already my fave

But the craving for cigarettes... f**kk... haven't been a smoker for 3 years, but still every now and again when I smell that nicotine... brrr... ...makes me want to puff like Thomas!

 

[Black Tulip]

I agree about the chocolate, the darker the better but it still has sugar in it. I found sugar makes me really hyper.

To be honest, I do treat myself to nice things in the weekend. I can keep up the good work during workdays. No smoking, never again! It was hell to quit, once is enough.

That's why I'm supporting Tatelou. She quite seven days ago, see her thread: I need help.



Off to finish the challenge. It's not coming real easy this time.

 

[SummerMorning]

Ach... I have 4 hours left...

 

[Black Tulip]

Jeez, that was a heavy delivery. I guess fetish is definitely not my subject number one. Very curious to hear what you all are thinking.

Ok, here it comes:

Netted

Whistling softly, Marcus walked along the beach. His rubber boots left prints in the wet sand, crunching shells and strands of algae. He had spent a pleasant day out at sea with a few friends and right now, he was heading home with a bucket of freshly caught fish. He grinned at the thought of surprising his wife.

Yea, she would be surprised all right. Well, maybe not completely. It was after all not the first time he came home from a fishing trip. He squinted as he looked out at sea and remembered that first occasion. Marian hadn't known he had this thing for fishnet then. The memory had him chuckling as he stopped to stare at the blue and green waves.

He had never been able to figure out whence his preference originated, but it was a fact that a day at sea always made him horny as hell. So, when he came home that day he was more than pleased to find his young wife in the midst of taking a bath.

Pretending to catch a mermaid, he had thrown a fishnet over her naked body. Marcus licked his lips as the image filled his mind. The lush, cream-colored body covered with the dark diamond-shaped mesh had been exquisite. He had tightened the ropes a little at a time till she was completely immobilized by the net. Her breasts had pushed against the mesh and her dark pink nipples poking through the holes had looked like the cherries on top of his favorite sundae.

She had loved it, every minute of his tying her up. After he had secured her with the net, her nipples had already stood in peaks. And her pussy, ah, her pussy. When he had spread her legs, she had been glistening with moisture, aroused by the helplessness he had placed upon her. Yes, she had liked that, his Marian.

Marcus looked down at his groin. His cock was beginning to rear its head and his loose trousers were starting to show a bulge. He groaned softly and rubbed his hand along the front of his pants. He should plan something special for her. He wanted to let her know how much she meant to him, how much he loved her. Yes, it had to be special.

He gazed out over the ocean again, his eyes searching the horizon, seeing the tiny shape of a ship in the distance. The sound of the waves was a never-ending backdrop for the cry of a bird, the shout of a child, and he loved the incessant pounding of water on sand and rocks. His dark hair streamed behind him, blown away from his face by the ever-present wind. God, he loved the sea and the vastness of the sky above it.

With a sigh of contentment he turned to resume his way. He knew how he would surprise her. He smiled in anticipation, the tiny creases around his eyes deepening as he perfected his plan in his mind. His long legs ate the miles as he followed the flood line. It took him no more than half an hour to reach their small cottage, tucked away in the dunes at the next bay.

The wind dropped away as he crested the dune in front of the house and he stood for a moment, listening to the sounds of the ocean and the buzzing of insects. Without the wind it was quite warm and he saw that the windows stood open, letting in fresh air. Amazingly soundless for such a big man, he slid down the slope and carefully set the bucket in the shade near the backdoor. He peaked through the window and spotted his wife in the kitchen, her back to the door. Marcus withdrew and tiptoed to the shed. The anticipation had his cock already half-erect and he had to force himself to take his time. With his head tilted to one side he inspected his array of ropes and nets.

He held the carefully selected fishnet in his hand as he stepped into the house. His wife had moved on and the kitchen was empty. Quickly he removed the rubber boots, parking them next to the bucket with fish. On his socks he moved silently through the kitchen, into the hallway beyond. He listened for a minute and heard Marian moving in the front room.

"Gotcha!"

"Oh-my-god."

Marian tried to turn around, but she was held tight to the big muscled body behind her. It took Marcus only moments to tie her hands behind her back. Still at her back, he stripped her of her skirt and panties, replacing them with a drapery of black silk net he had knotted himself. With a sigh of admiration he turned her around to get a good look at her.

Her long legs shimmered like mother-of-pearl through the black diamond-shaped holes. Her butt pushed against the mesh, no doubt making red marks on the soft flesh. To top it off, the trimmed red curls between her legs looked like a buoy calling to him.

The beautiful sea-green eyes looked at him from between half closed lids, her expression already sultry as she inhaled deeply and thrust her breast out. He smiled and lifted a hand to caress her cheek, her neck and finally the start of her cleavage. Seeing the look in her eyes he grabbed her long braid, made her offer her mouth up to him and kissed her fiercely. His tongue invaded her mouth and danced with hers. He knew she was turned on from the little sounds she made in the back of her throat.

Her hands were behind her back, so there was nothing she could do when he started unbuttoning her top. He deliberately took his time, after every button that came undone planting a wet kiss on the sensitive creamy skin.
He trailed the fingers of his other hand up and down the flesh of her hips, drawing her close to him to let her feel how much he wanted her.

After the last button he pushed the material off her shoulders, pinning her arms further. His hands cupped her breasts, feeling the warmth and the weight of them. His thumbs almost touching her nipples.

"You're gorgeous."

He bent his head to kiss first one nipple, than the other. Licking the sensitive peaks and kneading the soft globes with both hands. He kept fondling her breasts till she started moaning and he smiled at her flushed face.

"You like it, don't you?"

She never said a word, just closed her eyes for a minute. It was part of their game. Him teasing her almost beyond endurance. She trying to keep silent for as long as possible. When he grabbed her butt she let her head fall back, inviting him to kiss her slender neck and the now hard nipples. He did and he felt her grinding her hips against his erection.

"No, not till I say so."

He pulled her back by her braid and pushed her in front of the leather couch. A swift move had her tumbling down, her legs slightly apart. He followed her down and kneeled between her legs, trailing his hands up from her ankles to her knees, pushing them further apart till the net was stretched taut. His hands went further up, touching the inside of her thighs through the holes in the net, veering to her hips just before he could touch her pussy.

As she tried to twist her hips so he would touch her like she wanted, he laughed softly. "Not yet. I want to look at you first." He knew that would turn her on even more. With a firm hand he pushed her down on her back, one leg on the couch, the other on the ground, displaying her moist bare folds through the black fishnet.

He watched her face take on that look of lust he liked so much. Her pink tongue wet her lips and he dipped his head to capture her mouth. He kissed his way down her throat, between her breasts to her stomach and put his face against the warm flesh wrapped in the black silk fishnet. He felt the muscles in her belly rippling softly and knew he had almost brought her to her limit.

His cock was by now aching to get free of the loose trousers, but he knew he would loose control if his flesh touched hers. In addition, he wanted to see her come first. With a deft movement he flicked the fishnet up over her breasts and concentrated on the soft curls between her legs. His fingers walked down till they reached the shaved folds, savoring the silky feel of the hot flesh.

Marcus closed his eyes for a moment, savoring the feel and the smell of his woman, hot for his touch. Although she was still not speaking, he could tell it was getting hard for her to keep quiet. The tiny sounds at the back of her throat had long since grown to soft moans. When his fingers reached the entrance to her pussy he spread her lips and his tongue made her gasp aloud.

He tried to prolong their play, but suddenly Marian gave in to her building need. She spread her legs of her own volition and finally vocalized her lust.

"Don't stop. Please Marcus, make me come."

With his mouth on her clit and two fingers finding their way inside her, he mumbled his assent. "Hold on, baby." The vibration of his words made her shiver and her hips starting moving as his fingers found her g-spot. His mouth licked and sucked her clit in a constant pattern that brought her to frenzy. One hand found its way to a nipple that poked through the mesh, while the other held onto her hip.

"Oh god, oh god." Marian had both fists in his hair by now and she bucked her hips. "Yes, Marcus, yes, that's it, make me, don't let me go."

Marcus sucked hard on her clit and drove his fingers in and out of her pussy, driving her at last over the edge. Never relenting till the last spasms were gone and she lay out of breath on her back. Her body relaxed and sweaty from a capital climax. Her fists uncurled and she stroked his hair, pulling his face up to hers so she could kiss him.

"Thank you."

"I'm not done yet." Marcus grinned and pointed at his erection that was standing proud now that he had shed his trousers.

"I see." Marian smiled and wriggled her hips till she could wrap her legs around him. Her action made his tip touch her. "Will you untie my hands? I could sure use them right now." She tried to take him further inside her, but he moved a bit back.

"No. I can take care of us." He watched her squirm for a bit, than looked at her with a mock frown. "Are you trying to get spanked?" He acted like he would get up from between her thighs and for a moment he saw apprehension in her eyes.

She didn't want him to leave. He could tell by the way she lay suddenly perfectly still. Good, he liked to be in control, especially of her and her enticing body. For a few moments more he watched her face, saw the pleading look in her eyes and enjoyed the sight of his cock about to plunge into her body.

"That's my girl." He thrust inside her in one move, his balls slapping against her buttocks. "No." That was all he said but Marian went perfectly still again, except for her inner muscles. She could not control those. Forcing her to do nothing, only feel him pounding inside her was driving her on again. Marcus tried to build up slowly but it wasn't long before he was thrusting in and out of her hot, wet flesh with force.

He felt the tension building, not only in his balls and his cock, but in her as well. She arched her back and when her inner muscles started contracting his seed exploded from his cock, hitting her cervix with enough force to make her cry out in ecstasy.

They lay side by side, panting on the couch; her body still partly covered by the black silk fishnet. Some of her red hair had escaped the thick braid and damp wisps clung to her neck, her heaving breasts peeked through the holes. Marcus cupped her hip with one of his large hands and bent his head to kiss her.

"I netted my mermaid again, didn't I?"

Marian stayed silent. She just smiled into his eyes and kissed him back.

Last count was 2137 words.

 

[Dingus Guy]

I promise to review it tomorrow

Along with the others I have missed. I am trying to wrap up my own, but like the scavenger hunt story I can't seem to do that. I was supposed to be out and about an hour ago, yet I type on in hopes to finish before I leave. I actually like my story idea, so I might have to submit what I have and continue it at some later time. Have a nice weekend!

BTW- chocolate sundaes are not as good as Butter Pecan with hot marshmellow and hot carmel toppings.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Okay I give up...

I wanted to finish, but hey I gotta get out of the house on the only night have to frollick so here is the 1st chapter of my story. So far it's 2600+ words and has all the elements of the challenge. If you think I should write more let me know. If you think it sux, let me know. Honestly is the best policy. Thanks, and good nite.

Blindfold


CHAPTER I

The world was dark as Emily felt her binds keeping her in place. Kevin understood the ways of submission and control all too well. Emily did not know him past the conversation they had on the message board and then through instant messaging. It was a fantasy shared that had brought them together this evening. Emily wanted to trust in him, but she just did not know what would happen to her. It was this fear that excited her the most. Yet, it seemed like hours since she had last heard him. What would she do if he didn’t return? Why did she go along with this in the first place? Behind the dark clothe, she thought about how she got to this point and time…


Kevin read the message that Emily had posted last week. She was looking for a man in the Northern Virginia area that wasn’t married or in a relationship. In her own words, she “wanted to experience complete submission with a good looking man who she could trust in.” Kevin was not the first to answer the message, but it was his understanding of the fantasy that made Emily chose him. They exchanged pics and then agreed to meet at the Dulles Town Center Mall. They sat and discussed everything but the night’s exploits. She wanted to order a sundae, but he promised that she would have one before the night was out. It was agreed they were to talk before she decided to go through with anything. Kevin wanted her to trust in him although with the elements of the fetish, this was small potatoes. When it was time to leave, he took her car keys, placed her blindfolded lying down in her backseat and drove off. She lay quietly until they arrived at the destination.

“We here?” Emily had said. She felt a finger against her lips and a shushing sound followed. Although surprised, she stayed quiet after that. Kevin helped her out of the car and up a flight of steps. Upon entering his place, a scent of syrup filled her nostrils. It reminded her of pancakes and she smiled at the subtle nuisance of his life. He noticed this and whispered in her ear.

“What you smiling at?”

“The smell of pancakes or waffles,” Emily responded maintaining her grin.

“Very observant,” Kevin stated, “Breakfast this morning. It is a good test for your senses.”

He guided Emily down what seemed to be a spiral staircase and felt his hands making sure she didn’t fall. He occasionally whispered instructions on what she was encountering. She picked a soft scent from his cologne that she had not noticed before. It was a new pleasant smell and had attractiveness to it. Perhaps he applied some now, Emily wasn’t sure.

“Last step,” Kevin announced, still whispering closely to her ear. “Now turn to your right and go straight 3 steps and you will run into the edge of the bed. Turn and sit down.”

Emily did as she was told, sweeping her foot on each step until she kicked the bed. She felt for the cushions and noticed the bed swayed from the touch and she heard the slightest swish sound. She delighted in that he had a waterbed and they were covered in some kind on satiny sheets. She sat down and felt her body lose a little bit of balance and titter on falling backwards. Not being able to see and use her hands to grip anything solid, she used her heel to hold herself still from under the bed. It was her first encounter with a waterbed. This was a nice start to her evening. Distracted by the waterbed, he didn’t hear him approach her.

“Nice isn’t it?” Kevin inquired.

“Yes,” Emily replied, “I especially enjoy the sheets. I love satin. They are stain, right?”

“Yes, I love the feel of them against my skin. They always stay a little cool no matter what the temperature. Now, I want you to change into the clothes I have laid out on the bed for you. If you need help, I of course will be here. We will take things slowly, so first empty out the container I have there. See the what you will wear for me, then you will undress for me.”

“Not much into foreplay before you see me naked are you?” Emily chided.

“This is the foreplay, my dear.”

She wished she could see his face to see if he was joking or not. She twisted herself on the bed and the motion of the water and the satin of the sheets made her slip right off the end of the bed onto the floor. Emily wore a white and blue halter-top and a long jeans skirt that opened on the right side exposing her leg. When she hit the floor she might have exposed a little more than her right thigh. Emily heard him stifle his laughter, and she looked in that general direction and waggled a finger at him. He said nothing, but his laughing was now more noticeable. She crawled back up and fell onto the bed and she scrunched her way forward until she felt a box. It was large, and ascertained that it was actually a suitcase. She fumbled with the locks and they popped open. After she opened it, she felt around at the contents. She looked questioningly behind the blindfold back at Kevin, but Kevin was to the bed’s side to her right.

“Well,” Kevin exclaimed, “there not exactly laid out on the bed, but I wanted you to discover them all at the same time.” Turning towards his voice she was curious at she was going to wear. She pulled at something rubbery with holes in it and held it up.

“What is this?” Emily asked.

“That is rubber fishnet stockings,” Kevin answered.

“Interesting,” she responded sarcastically.

“You will find them quite comfy, and I do like the way they look on women. They are size b, and fit most women. You are a b are you not?”

“Yes,” she answered rather surprised he knew the size chart for stockings and pantyhose. She didn’t know any men that would know such a thing. She returned to the suitcase and found a similar rubber bra and panty combo. There was some kind of metal piece dangling from the panties and she surmised it to be a zipper. It was interesting she had thought at the time. The bra had holes for the nipples to poke through. There was only one more item in the suitcase and that was the collar. It seemed to be fur lined inside and studded with metal around a leathery hide. She heard him close the suitcase and lift it off the bed and deposit it in the corner of the room. She made an effort to slide off the bed to get dressed, but he put a hand on her shoulder holding her in place.

“Undress on the bed please,” Kevin ordered in a stiff tone. She felt a chill up her spine when she heard it. She came here to experience the complete surrender and she wasn’t going to back down now. She had to trust him, the thoughts were too dark to consider if he were to take advantage of her state. He was a handsome man of 37, with broad shoulders, quite muscular frame and a strong confident presence. She liked that. In his blue eyes you could see both warmth and experience. At the Mall, it was the first thing she studied about him. Blindfolded, it was the thing she remembered the most. He had a marine cut, short all the way around, with traces of gray mixed with the black hair. His chin had one of those indented holes, which always reminded her of a pencil sharpener. Otherwise, his face was attractive with dimples around the corners of his mouth. She stood at 5’5”, and when she stood next to him, she figured he was at least 6 feet tall. He was the ideal sex partner for Emily.

She tried to steady herself on the bed, but she realized it was fruitless to try. The bed moved too much, and she had to just go with the flow. She undid the long skirt first and wrestled it away from her body and heard him giggle at her struggles against the waves. She smiled at his playfulness. She found it easier to pull over her halter-top, but fell backwards after she released it. She lay there in a black satin, lace-trimmed matching bra and panty. She always thought she looked best in black, matching her hair and it blended nicely against her Asian skin.

“Very nice,” Kevin complimented her.

“Thank you,” Emily replied trying to regain her upright position. She started to unclasp the bra from the back, when she lost her balance again and toppled over waving her arms wildly.

“I think I can help you now,” Kevin offered, “I have had enough fun watching you struggle.”

“I bet,” Emily smirked.

“You see the blindfold is not just a loss of sight, it is balance too. When I took you into an unfamiliar environment like the waterbed, you can’t anticipate the movements as easily as you can when you see them. So you tend to teeter and fall a little more than normal. Of course, you might do it anyway until you become acquainted with it. Either way, I loved every second of your lesson.”
“That was a lesson?” Emily asked.

“Everything we do is a lesson of sorts,” Kevin answered. “Now let us unstrap you of your garments.” She felt his wait on the bed behind her. His hands grasped her shoulders and caressed down her arms and softly around to the small of her back. With the craftiness and ease of a veteran her bra fell free. Before she could free herself completely of it, his hands embraced her cups and held her against him for a brief moment. She realized then he was as at least bare-chested as their skin touched. He did not squeeze her breasts or fondle them in anyway, but his hands were felt even through the satin fabric. As he slid the bra away, his thumbs grazed each nipple in unison.

“Let me gaze more upon your beauty,” Kevin said slipping off the bed as quickly as he had come onto it. She couldn’t hear his feet against the sounds the bed was making from his departure. His voice boomed suddenly in front of her, “Emily, you are just as lovely a woman dressed as you are naked.”

“Than…” Emily said but was cutoff.

“Shhh,” Kevin interrupted, “No need to acknowledge my praise with thanks. As you will see I will spread compliments at you like fallen leaves cover the grass. Just smile, and that is enough for me.” Emily smiled. “Good, now let me have your legs at the edge please.”

She dangled her shapely tan legs over the waterbed edge and she felt his hands grab each ankle and bring them together. She felt them placed on one of Kevin’s bare knees. Immediately his hands applied some pressure at the heel of her left foot. He kneaded her foot, working his fingers down the center of her arch up to her toes. Gently his hands brushed the top of her foot and reversed the action until he was back at the heel again. Then he switched feet and applied the same massaging technique to the right foot. His hands expertly soothed the tension from her body and awakened a part of her that had not been awakened before. With her eyes taken away, her focus was acute and his hands seemed to amplify her feelings. It was very relaxing what he was doing and she leaned back and let herself go for the first time.

His hands rotated masterfully between feet, rising to her ankles then back down. Then up her calves and back down. Working each muscle with every inch of his hands. Using the flat of his palms at times, then softly the fingertips to raise her gooseflesh in a tantalizing way. He was very good. She had other guys massage her, but he used strength and gentleness in uncompromising fluidness that both teased and relaxed her body. His hands rose to her knees then calves, and all the way back down to the souls of her feet. She felt herself become wet with anticipation. He kept her legs together, even though she wanted to part them so he could have access to her sex. His hands worked her flesh, making her buzz with relaxation. Her legs fell to the bed from his knees. Then she felt his hands on both legs work slowly back up her body, up her ankles, then her thighs, then her calves, and when his hands reached her hips he rubbed softly. Tenderly he made soft circles in her flesh, tracing the hem of her bikini-cut panties at times. He was such a tease, and she enjoyed it very much. Without word, he slid a finger under each side of her panties and pulled them down her legs. She gasped from the exposure. He must have smelt her desire and now he had a firsthand look at the dampness of her vagina. She then heard a click of a door and the sound of rushing water. She lay still waiting for him to return. Her body was aglow from the wonderful, erotic massage and she couldn’t wait for him to fuck her. Her need grew with each passing minute. Her thoughts returned to his hands and how they felt against her legs. How strong he felt, and yet his soft strokes were passionate in their own way. She imagined how they would’ve felt deep inside her.

“I am going to lift you now,” Kevin announced suddenly, “you will hold onto my neck and I will do the rest.”

“Okay,” Emily returned. He scooped her up by her legs and upper back. The waterbed swooshed around as she was raised off the bed and into the air. He effortless carried her in his strong arms. She felt his hard body press against hers as they walked towards the rushing water sound she had heard a few minutes ago. He backed into a door and it opened and the water sound was a bathtub filling.

“I am going to place you down on the toilet seat, lid down of course,” Kevin whispered softly into her ear. The warm breathe against her ear gave a nice erotic jolt. Even the whisper made her arousal deepen. He continued, “There is a bucket at the side so please keep your feet still so you don’t jostle the contents.”

“Okay,” Emily agreed. He placed her down as told. She heard his hand break the surface of the bath water, followed by the drops of his shaking wrist. She heard a trickle onto the water and a scent of lavender filled her nostrils. He must have remembered from the chat that Emily’s favorite scent was this very one. She smiled.

“I thought you would like,” Kevin stated. “Now let’s get in and wash you up nice and proper.” She was quickly lifted and she heard him step into the water filled container and slowly with his arms secured around her sat down into the tub. There were bubbles on the surface of the tub to her delight. He moved her so she sat between his legs facing the opposite direction. He scooted her back against him, and for the first time she felt his hardness against her. His hands immediately began to massage again. This time it was her neck and shoulders. She loved his tenderness.

 

[SummerMorning]

A late entry!

1200 werdes or soe...

The Last Sundae

He was really overdoing it. If he were a puppy, his tail would have flown off, the way he was struggling to please. In a way it was fun to watch, but when something's over the top it's over the top.

He smiled; in what he thought was a wicked smile as he scooped another spoonful of ice cream sundae onto my pussy and proceeded to lick it off. Sure, it felt alright, but what had been interesting a week ago was getting old.

Brett had seemed interesting, a bit bookish maybe, but appealing in a school-boyish way. We'd met in a bar, had a few drinks. I'd actually been waiting for some friends of mine but had felt like having a bit of fun. Holidays, sunshine, sea air, the lot. So I dragged him off to my room and fucked him. He was capable, no earthquakes, but good enough fun. I felt a glimmer of excitement as he produced an ice cream sundae the next morning and proceeded to play with me and the sundae.

But after five days. After five days, a person gets sick of sundae. Brett was making sure our relationship was heading straight for the bucket labeled "do not recycle" with his damned sundae. It was starting to dawn on me that he was getting off on the sundae and not me.

Now, I'd heard of some silly fetishes - but this one took the cake. Or the sundae.

Enough was enough.

"Brett!"

"Mfmm..." he groaned through a mouthful of sundae.

"Brett!"

Getting no response I decided to do something radical. I shoved him off me, grabbed the remaining sundae and tossed it out the window. Brett's eyes widened and a look of horror and shock registered on his face.

"Wh...wh...?" he was getting angry, but I didn't have time for this.

"Brett, shut up!" I said, holding my hand over his mouth, "Just shut up, and lie down."

Actually he fell down as I pushed him onto the bed and sat on top of him, pinning him down. He was stronger than me, but still seemed to be in shock and I easily held him down as I slipped a pair of cuffs on his wrists. Brett realised that he was trapped and started to struggle, but the cuffs held him to the artsy modern steel railing of the bed.

I smiled at him in what I knew was a wicked smile. I'd practiced it in the mirror. I shushed him and started licking and caressing him, trailing my tongue across his nipples and blowing gently against his belly. I teased him for a bit, until he began to relax, then I quickly clamped his right leg to the opposite rails of the bed.

Brett started thrashing, trying to get free, but with only his left leg unsecured he couldn't do anything. I got up, smirking slightly at him, as I took the third cuff and caught it around his ankle.

"Stop struggling or your dick gets it," I warned him, hefting a light rubber whip. The poor fellow didn't seem to realize I was quite serious and yelped aloud as I cracked it across his still semi-erect member. It wilted fast, which wasn't strange, as this Sunday his sundae was getting slightly out of hand.

"Stop that!" he squealed and I whacked him again, eliciting another yelp.

"I told you, Brett. Shut up and lie down. Another peep from you and you get two strokes."

"You're jok..." his words ended in a yelp and then another as I laid on two stripes across his thighs.

"I'm not joking, sundae boy. Now, your leg."

He straightened out his leg and I attached the cuff to the opposite poster, spread-eagling him on the large bed. He seemed scared, but I could see him getting aroused as I trailed the rubber whip up his thigh and across his crotch, caressing his trimmed balls and pubes, but leaving his penis untouched.

"You're going to get some training now, Brett, so you won't be such a baby with your sundaes. Are we clear on that?"

"But I thought you lik..." again I whipped him, three strokes this time. Leaving livid lines across his belly.

"Shh..." I smiled again as I walked out onto the balcony, reveling in the sun on my naked skin. In the square across the little harbor fishermen were drying their fishnets, readying themselves for another night's work. I was going to have a night's work as well. Padding back inside I blew Brett a kiss as I went to my closet and got out my toy bag.

I pulled on a pair of high heeled shoes, strapping them to my ankles with silver clasps and sauntered back to his side.

"What do you think of him, hmm?" I asked as I dangled a large yellow jelly butt plug in front of his face, "You'd like him wouldn't you?"

"N-no..."

"You're disappointing me, Brett. I thought you were smarter, you see - today's game is called Brett the Slave," with that I proceeded to whip him again, but gently. I could see he wasn't used to this treatment. His yells told me he was feeling every stroke though, and his erect penis wasn't lying either.

"Now, tell me how you want me to stick this plug in your ass,"

He hesitated for a moment then said, "Yeah...uh...please."

"Please what?" I asked, faking an angry voice and making him cringe.

"Please, I really want you to stick that plug in my ass!"

"Mmm...I knew you'd see it my way, but first you have to earn it," with that I sat on his chest and pushed my heels into his face, "Suck, Brett! Suck!"

He began to suck my heels, lubricating the long shiny stilettos. I could feel myself getting wet as I played with the whip, running it across his ass and hard member. Brett was really getting into it, sucking my feet and licking my shoes. I lowered myself onto him and began to squeeze him inside me. He began to move in rhythm with his sucking and I let him take me almost to orgasm.

"Yeah, that's it baby, keep sucking..." I moaned, while I pushed my other heel into his armpit, making him wince. He had his eyes closed as I lubed up the plug and positioned it on his sphincter. When he felt the cold jelly his eyes suddenly flared open. My body stiffened as I felt his fear, saw his wide blue eyes, and with a single strong shove I pushed the plug into his ass. I began to come as he cried out, becoming rigid beneath me.

I continued to ride him as I kept orgasming, my heels digging into his flesh and finally I felt him spurt inside me just as I was coming off my rollercoaster. I came again as I felt his pleasure and pain in his bucking body.

I lay down on him, his slowly relaxing cock inside me, the plug still filling his ass.

"Now, wasn't that better than those silly ice creams, baby?" I kissed his shocked and breathless face gently.

 

[SummerMorning]

BT - very nice mermaid...very happy tale. Really loved it...

DG - Although I'm not such a fan of rubber or crewcuts, it's a nice story. Maybe I'm missing the finale but that's ok... I like being teased...

Just one thing - Souls of her feet? I mean, sure, to a foot fetishist feet might have souls, but isn't it usually soles?

 

[reohoko]

Hey, everyone!!! HUGS HUGS HUGS

I am sorry to say I have to go out of town for a few weeks. I won't be available to help here until I can get back.

Hopefully, it will only be a week, but could be up to a month.

HUGS HUGS HUGS

everyone have fun and be safe. I will catch up when I get back.

 

[Black Tulip]

Re: I promise to review it tomorrow

BTW- chocolate sundaes are not as good as Butter Pecan with hot marshmellow and hot carmel toppings.

That is so mean!



Dingus, please finish the story. What I've read so far is interesting.

I know it's fantasy but her accepting a blindfold that quick was stretching it for me.
And like Summer said, a lot of typo's/spelling errors. Guess that's because of the hurry.

 

[Dingus Guy]

In reply to Summer and BT, my story was rushed, and I now have an editor in which I will be passing my bad speeling stories to. My grammar isn't the greatest and that is why I searched for one. When it comes to the Challenge Club, I will not be proofreading it because I just don't have the time. When I submit the story then I will pass it along to my editor. Soles vs souls is something I know, but must have unconsciously typed the wrong one. Sorry about that. Thanks for pointing that out.

As for the accepting the blindfold early, I explained that it was part of her fetish and it was her idea. They had discussed things online before meeting. If you don't know, the BDSM lifestyle is a unique one of trust. In this case she realizes that she is taking a chance, but it is something that excites her. It might seem farfetched, but it actually happens in the real world. That is why I decided to write about it.

Summer, I left the story hanging just because I ran out of time. I will fill in some of the holes. Pun intended! I will submit the rest eventually during the week. I also have yet to read yours, and will read Remec's and yours before the night is over and review them accordingly. Would you like to post the next challenge?

 

[Black Tulip]

Summer,

That is one wicked tale! I liked it, nice surprise.

Dingus,

Will you let us know when the rest is up? Please?

I know about the trust that is needed. Just can't figure trusting someone that much when meeting for the first time. In real life is different I would think, even if you feel you know each other real well from mailing or chatting. Never mind though, it's just me thinking out loud.



One thing: in all our stories the fetish seems to be linked to the BDSM world. Isn't that a bit odd? A fetish can after all be anything.

 

[Black Tulip]

That's what you get for staying up too late.

Double, double,
gives you trouble.

 

[Dingus Guy]

Critic's Choice

Okay now here are my reviews:

1- Remec- I pretty much told you what I thought of your story in the message I left after your story. I like how your referenced the St.Louis World's Fair that I had previously mentioned in my tale. Nice touch. It wasn't my type of story, but it flowed smoothly and it was interesting. A good first challenge story, keep it coming.

2- BT- Mermaid fetish, interesting concept. A little bondage and control, I like that. You have nice visuals in your story and it was a fast paced read.

3- Summer- Always nice to read your work. I love how you tell your story and got turned on briefly until the butt plug came out. Something about anal forcings just turns me off. I loved the control aspect here too very much.

BT I will surely let the group know when the rest of my story gets posted.

CM, did I miss your story, or you too busy beating down your kids needy requests?

Reo, I will miss your hugs, be well on your journey!

 

[Guest]

I've been busy this weekend, so I haven't had time for much. I will try to get it done within the next couple of days.

I have read those that have been posted, and they were all very good. DG, I am looking forward to reading the rest of yours (btw, did you ever get the scavenger story finished?)

CM

 

[Dingus Guy]

I've been busy this weekend, so I haven't had time for much. I will try to get it done within the next couple of days.

I have read those that have been posted, and they were all very good. DG, I am looking forward to reading the rest of yours (btw, did you ever get the scavenger story finished?)

CM

Thanks, but of course I didn't get it finished. Every challenge takes my time and I have to focus on that story and have two stories I have to finish now. Which to do, which to do...

 

[Guest]

Who is posting the next challenge?

CM

 

[Black Tulip]

I think Summermorning?

Reo is out of town and Will's is probably busy again with RL.



Edited: Isn't Remec the first to post a new one?