Writing partner

[biffothebear]

I enjoy writing BDSM erotica and I'm told that I'm reasonably good at it. My preferred option is to write in collaboration with a mature woman; that way the stories can be tailored to exactly suit the preferences of one another and be mutually arousing. If you think that's something you might enjoy, please get in touch.

 

[slavemelanie]

Greetings Sir,

I too enjoy writing with a creative partner, i'm enclosing an idea and perhaps You'd be inspired to take it up with me?

if not best of luck
Melanie

I opened the want ads and quickly scanned as I did each morning...eyes stopping on one particular ad:

***WANTED ....INTELLIGENT WOMEN WILLING TO BE TRAINED FOR PROFESSIONAL POSTIONS...AGES 18-40 ONLY....$5000 UPFRONT BONUS***. It sounded almost to good to be true, I was skeptical and on the upper age limit, but gosh they could use the additional income.

She called and set up an interview for the next morning...arriving to a waiting room of young girls, clearly she was on the upper age *limit and it made her feel less than optimistic.* As they called girl after girl I finally heard someone*calling "Melanie Miston"is there a Melanie Miston here?.* I was taken to a small office and greeted by a gruff, blunt speaking gentleman. It was explained that this would be a week long initial training program that involved learning the art of "corporate hosting" ...the area's covered would be manners, etiquette, and dress.**After the week *50 women would be offered the chance to advance to the final program. It all seemed "odd" but the $5000 dollars*from a weeks time was just to good to pass up. I signed the contract and was told to be at the address given to me at 7 am the next morning...the Man telling me in a stern voice, being late will not be tolerated, and lose the wedding ring.

I arrived the next morning at 7:30, entering the building as the first girl there, the secretary smirking and commenting that the punctual arrival would look good for me. I sat there waiting, girl after girl arriving as the mintues ticked by, the room filling with younger and prettier canidates, i felt overwhelmed again, but convinced myself to remain calm. For the next week we went through intense somewhat "odd" training...all Men we had contact with were to be called Sir and we were not to make direct eye contact. Every minute detail from posture to manners was inspected and corrected. Each day we would be given instructions on what to wear for the next days training. It was mentally draining for $5000 dollars i beagn to think towards the end of the week.

The final day on Friday at 3:00 they gathered all the girls into a large auditorium and began to announce the 50 women that would be offered to continue in the program...name after name was called, the girls on either side of me haven been called and taken off the stage....surely i hadn't made the cut, but at least i would receive the $5000 dollars....i was in shock when i heard the last name called...did they really just say my name?...quickly*moving *up onto the stage, the same gruff man i had met the first day greeted me and**handed me a paper and directing me toward a door and again made another blunt and strange comment...."I doubt you'll make it but it wasn't my choice"
We were gathered in a room, and a older woman i would guess in her later 50's spoke in that same direct and blunt manner....she instructed us to look over the paper and sign it if we wanted to take the next step....i scanned it quickly....what jumped off the page was the chance to earn up to $100,000 for a years commitment with the contract....it also said another week long intensive and physically demanding training would occur, and by signing we were the property of ST&P for the next full year. the $100,000 posibly for*a years work?, i quickly scribbled down my name never asking what ST&P stood for.

The 50 canidates met the next Monday morning for the weeks training...excited faces greeting each other as we discussed what we thought the process would be.* Suddenly the door swung open and four large well sculpted men enters and ordered us to kneel.* Kneel?..we were shocked and unsure what he meant...again in a louder tone he said "GET ON YOUR KNEES NOW!"....reactively and in unison the 50 of us went to a kneeling position......He then began to explain that the four to them would be our trainers for the next week and that every word would to followed to a T.* At any moment anyone refuses or questions anything they would be asked to leave.* What in the world had i gotten myself into?*
I was assigned a group with nine other girls to train with....we were lead to an area that was somewhat like a hospital environment, directed to strip down to our panties and bra and we were inspected...every inch of our bodies groped and accessed...it was humiliating and embarrassing, I wanted to leave right then and there, but something inside me was determined and curious. i was singled out for my very plain underwear, even mocked by my trainer, saying i need more help than maybe he could provide. From their we were taken to " appearance" training.....racks and racks of lingerie and fetish wear surrounded us and each girl was given an outfit to put on..

Next were lead to the "performance" training room, we were in shock....the walls had rubber dildos mounted there, dangling at about the height of a Man waist.....various tables and benches were placed stratigicly....shackles and bindings hung from the ceiling and for the next four hours we were trained in how to properly pleasure a Man....my knees and joints ached, i was humliated and used like a piece of meat, but i had begun that this was the process...it was the breaking down and rebuilding of each of us.
Day after day we went through the process for 16 hours each day....dressing and servicing like well mannered* and "classy" sluts. I struggled with the thought, but again something deep inside began to appreciate and welcome the training...it was slowly making me a better woman. By Thursday i had convinces myself i could be this, i would not fail.

Friday had finally come, i was exhausted, mentally and physically...it was graduation day, who and how many would make the grade? the fifty women were lined up in single file....each in their assigned panty for the day, mine were red, sheer satin boy short style...each woman had their panties yanked down and a black sharpie marked them with a grade....when they got to me i was visible trembling.....the strong hand exposing my hip and the marker marking her...my eyes glancing down to see ~slave grade B~.* It was instantly clear.....we were being trained as slave servants.

I was proud....so proud that i had*powered through *and perservered.* The head trainer addressed us again, anyone with a c grade of lower was excused and could now leave....anyone graded at B or higher were still property of ST&P...Slave Training and Placement.* And tomorrow evening we would be placed and sold at a Slave Auction for the next year of our *lives.
i was in shock.....so many different emotions tugging at my heart....how did i get to this place, would someone even want to purchase me?...i felt humilation but also pride, the training began to kick in*and help me *understand the training had changed me, had transformed me...i was curious, and hopeful. But i didn't have time to dwell or regret, i have an auction to prepare for.....we were instructed to groom and prepare ourselves to look pleasing, for the better we looked the more money in made for ST&P and more importantly ourselves.

The next evening each slave was given a very sheer red slave gown....it left very little to the imagination, legs, tits, ass, and pussy could all be seen quite clearly through the opaque material....our individual grades recoated with marker* at our right hips. One by One were we're lead to the stage.....bright spotlights shone on our bodies and an Auctioneer described each girls age, grade and measurement...the bids came fast and furious......the higher graded and younger girls gathering many more bids...finally they began the b graded girls, the room of bidders having become smaller as the night progress and it was my turn finally.* A smaller Asian man in the corner had cried out 50,000 before the auctioneer had finished my description..a second voice called out 55.....back and forth they went....i glanced finally and made out the second Man....He was tall, handsome...older and well dressed.......i found myself rooting for Him in my mind....pleaseee gawd.....the crash of the gavel and shout of "sold" cinched my fate for the next year of my life....i had a Master now!
He was told i would be ready for pick up tomorrow at my apartment at ST&P.

 

[lilcuriouscatt]

Sounds interesting, I write a bit myself. Maybe we can work on something really fun. PM me.

 

[TheOlderGuy]

She lacks follow through

 

[DarkPleasures]

She lacks follow through

Who does, Melanie? She also called me "Sir" in reply to my personal ad seeking a Sadistic muse.