NEUESTE

A punctured gasp slips through your lips. Then another. And another. Your breaths grow ragged, your nails digging into the palms that house them as you grip the strap handles against your own weight and Frost’s actions, clutching like you’re trying to hold on to your sanity even as you feel it slipping between your clammy fingers. Your eyes follow the crop as it slowly glides over the curve of your outer thigh, trailing to the back of your knee, then elevating to your calf and shin. Your toes stiffen… Weiterlesen

The doctor observes you from across the room, his now muted company more oppressive than the punitive quiet of his Emancipation Room. His gaze is fixed. Upon your sex. A sharp twinge of lust hits your core at the knowledge he can see you spread so obscenely. You are open without concealment, moaning in spite of yourself. Despite your best efforts to remain steady on the frame, something carnal engulfs you, your eyelids hooding around the dynamic image of the swaying pendulum across from you. Hypnotic. Erratic. Shuddering gasps and… Weiterlesen

Sweat sits at your temples as you hang in midair, suspended above the ground. Naked. Unsteady. No. Matter. What. Your brain swivels as you stare ahead. Frost’s eyes squint in concentration as he makes a few adjustments to the interface, ignoring your struggle to take in his latest command. A new picture appears on the monitor; two identical red dots on either side of a larger blue dot, dashed lines a few inches behind each of them. At the same time you speculate, Frost says, “The dots depict each Kegel’s… Weiterlesen

An abrupt chill pierces your body, acute impressions shooting through your center. Your arms quiver uncontrollably, your fingernails carving crescent moons into your palms around the strap handles of the swing. Your mouth hangs open of its own volition, releasing a breathless gasp. Your eyes gape wide open, blinking against the sensation of the solid mass he just inserted… in your ‘other‘ mouth. Your brows furrow, the dazed, confused stare below them locked on the face of ambivalence, reflecting shock in silence, questioning what you can’t voice even though no… Weiterlesen

Your eyes are saucers in your head. Your face is a frozen mask of trepidation. Your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, gaping like a fish out of water; the very thing he’s so clearly committed to demonstrate. Your pupils dilate at the sight of the new object—yet another chain, adorned with clamps. Your ears perk up at the sound of them clinking against the quiet. Without him even saying it, your entire body tenses as your back caves, your chest shrinking away from it instinctively. Frost reaches for… Weiterlesen