DERNIER

Some strange noise, half whimper, half yelp of shock, bubbles out of my chest. My body tenses like a bowstring, every muscle pulled tight as the Kegel suddenly releases its own scream inside me, the vibrations getting stronger and stronger. I can practically taste my pulse in my temples, a frantic beat that seems to be trying to escape my skull. Yet my heart skips in time with the monitor’s signaling beep that I’m in the danger zone. Frost is opposingly silent, eerily so, as if nothing has changed. He… Lire la suite

My hips strain, suspended in their raised, vulgar position, Frost’s words pounding in my head: “Don’t lose your electron.” I repeat them like a mantra. Don’t lose your electron. Don’t lose your electron. Don’t lose your electron. Vibrations race through me, like a million fire ants on the march. They burn and buzz in my core, an ever intensifying agitation that won’t let up. My brows furrow as my eyes flutter closed, feeling the escalation in my lower belly. Then a shock—a stinging smack on my ass cheek—and his sharp warning: “I didn’t say you could… Lire la suite

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

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

Sweat sits at my temples as I hang in midair, suspended above the ground. Naked. Unsteady. No. Matter. What. My brain swivels as I stare ahead. Frost’s eyes squint in concentration as he makes a few adjustments to the interface, ignoring my 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 I speculate, Frost says, “The dots depict each Kegel’s… Lire la suite

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

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

Consciousness hits me like a big bag of bricks, bashing into my brittle body so that my limbs are suddenly heavy and unresponsive. Even as I comprehend, it’s hard to think straight. Frost’s cold eyes continue to stare, all the way into my brain matter, and I can see the calculation in his gaze, the way he’s assessing me. Like he’s capturing my reaction. Weighing my value. I can do little else but mimic as I watch him retrieve yet another item from his impeccably-organized, seemingly endless archive of tools:… Lire la suite

Patent fear rolls down my spine. Like ice water. No, straight up ice. I can’t even swallow. Geese erupt across my flesh like an allergic reaction, hot spots abruptly forming beneath my skin. I can’t tell if it’s my body’s acute recollection of the previous crop’s parting gift or the anticipation of what’s to come with this new one. The one I feared the most. The image of the appropriately-named slapper crop sits in my direct line of view, displaying the crown from which it begets its cruel title. Oh… Lire la suite