So. I was thinking. No, really! I know it's hard to believe, me being, like, male and all (blush). But I was. I was thinking about how SUNSET and MIDNIGHT came about. Because after I scribbled (er - driveled? (blush)) SUNSET, some people said how they hated the female lead. Which was, I confess, sort of what I was after :-). But I got to thinking - could i do something that changed that perception or offered the chance of change, by showing a different view? That was MIDNIGHT.
Er - do ye have a point here, ol' Tatters?
Oh. The point. Right (blushes again) :-).
so i was thinking. Could something be valid in itself, but be (potentially) totally changed not by a adding a different piece, but by adding a paragraph or so?
Well, buggered if I know. But here's a try. The first block is a piece in itself. Erotic? That's for readers to say. And you can stop at the end. Well, or not read it at all (blushes again). But if you carry on - there's an extra. Does it work? Does it fail? That's for readers to say. So here's THE HOLE. Over to y'all...
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THE HOLE
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Oh, hey! You’re awake! I was pretty much guessing how much of the needle to give you. I was starting to wonder if you were ever going to wake up at all. That would have been… oh, well. It’s not important now. You’re awake.
Oh, yeah. The ropes. Too tight? See, ropes aren’t normally my ‘thing’. But we’ll get to that. For now, they have to stay. Until we come to – well, let’s call it an ‘understanding’. And the blindfold? Well, that’s not really like the ropes. That will have to stay on. It’s part of – part of what we have to come to an understanding about.
See, it’s like this. I’ve pretty much got everything I want. Pretty much had everything I ever wanted. But – well, something’s missing. From my life, I mean. So here we are. Because that hole that’s eating at me? You can fill it.
What’s that? I can’t hear you. Oh, right. That’ll be the gag. It’s OK. That’s not like the blindfold. The gag can come off. Just not yet. I thought things would work better if I got my piece in first – before you got yours in. Heh. See what I did there? Get your piece in? Oh, come on. That was funny!
Oh. Right. I can’t tell if you’re laughing. The gag. Look – not that you can, I mean, with that blindfold and all. I mean, like, look. Let me explain. Then we can get down to – well to getting down, yeah?
Like I said. Whatever I ever wanted? I got. MY parents, they got money. Me? I got looks. Guys, girls? Yeah, whatever. Nobody I ever wanted to say yes ever said no. But, like, that was it. Like, I got what I wanted. And like I said – what I got now is this hole. No, that’s not a funny. Or maybe it is. I mean, I got this hole in my life. And all my life, what I want, I get. So I figured, I got a hole needs filling – yeah, it’s OK to laugh at that one – I have to find what it takes to fill it.
That’s where you come in. Oh, wow. ‘Come in’. ‘Fill my hole’. I guess I got a one-track mind, huh?
You’re right. I have. Just – just maybe not what you think.
See, if this was a bad movie, I’d have kidnapped you, which, yeah, I know I id, and you’d be tied to a chair, like, yeah, I know you are, and I’d be telling you how I was going to, like, torture you and hurt you and turn you into my sex slave. Though in that bad movie, I’d probably be a guy, and you’d probably be a girl. So no. This isn’t like that. Or, well, it might be – but not like-that like that. See, I’ve had my slaves. Not, like, real slaves. Like in that bad movie. But guys – yeah, or girls, I’m not shy – I hooked up with? They pretty much did whatever I wanted. So they could maybe get to do it to me again some other time, I guess. This – this isn’t like that. I want to find out what it’s like when it isn’t what I want.
Yeah. I know. I can see it in your eyes. Like, what’s this crazy bitch talking about? So let me explain.
What if I untied you? What if I untied you, and I took the gag out, so you could talk, and you could do whatever the fuck you want to me? What if I untied you, and whatever you told me to do, I’d do? What if I said I was going to be your good girl? Your willing and obedient cunt? So I could find out what it’s like to be a man’s slut? So if you wanted to fuck me, you could fuck me? My mouth, my ass, my cunt? What if you could tell me to get down on my fucking knees and to suck your cock, and I said ‘yes sir’, and got down on my fucking knees and started sucking? Or would you maybe like me to call you ‘master’ better? See, it would all be your choice. Your decision. I mean, I know. The blindfold. But this is a one-time deal. You’re not going to know who I am, and when we’re done, I’ll let you go. But you’re not going to know what I look like, or tell anyone, like, ever. That’s not what this is about. It’s about me, not you.
But trust me – I am fucking gorgeous. Your fingers will tell you that. So imagine me, on my knees, in front of you with your cock in my mouth, desperate to please you. Or, like, maybe first you tell me to face the wall, and to reach back, and to open my fucking ass so you can rip my hole open with your cock. And you ram into me, because it’s not about whether I like it, and you ram and you ram, and you fucking rape your cunt’s asshole, because that’s what I am, and that’s all I’m worth. And you ass-fuck me, and you pull out – and then you tell me to get on my fucking knees, and to suck you clean. You tell me to suck your cock clean from my ass, and to fucking swallow anything I find on it, like a good girl should. And I will! I’ll do whatever you tell me, master! Because I want to find out – what’s it like to be – to be like that.
Or – well. You ever wanted to hit a girl? I mean, not some play fucking tap. I mean fucking hit her. Spank her so hard she cries? Smack her tits until she screams? Well, nobody’s going to hear us here. I could be over your knee, my ass up and your cock already hard under me, pressing into my tits. And you’d be spanking me. Your hand, up and down, harder and harder. The sound of it slapping into my flesh. And me. First I sound like I like it. Then I maybe moan from time to time. Then whimper, and maybe yelp. But you don’t stop. Your hand goes up and comes down, and I’m not yelping, I’m not whimpering. Because I’m crying my fucking eyes out. And I’m still not trying to get off your knee. I’m begging you to hit me harder. Can you hear it? Hear me? Oh, please sir! Please master! Hit me as hard as you like, sir! Please hurt me, master! And I scream. For you. For your pleasure. Or I kneel in front of you. I kneel, and I lift my breasts up in my hands, and I offer them to you. And you’ve got a belt, doubled up in your hands, or a riding crop. And you hit my tits with it. My nipples are rock hard, and you make sure to hit them too sometimes. And, like, fuck, it hurts. It hurts like hell, but you know I’ll stay there, and take whatever you do to me, because I’m your fucking slut, your slave.
I know. You don’t believe me, right? I mean, why would I want that? Well, what if I wanted it because – because I’ve never had it? And what if I wanted it in a way that meant there’d be no comeback, and only I’d know? I mean, don’t tell me you don’t like the idea. I can see it in your fucking pants. Look – it’s OK. I’m just going to unzip you and – there. See? I told you you fucking liked the idea. I mean, that is one hard fucking cock, right there. So imagine. Imagine you haven’t got that gag in your mouth. Imagine telling me to be a good girl and to kiss your cock. So what does a good girl do? She does as her master tells her to. She leans forward - like this – and she kisses her master’s cock. Like that. Damn. I felt that jump! Right against my lips! So I kiss it, because I’m a good girl, and you tell me to suck it. To get my mouth on your cock and please you. So I… but wait. We’re not there yet. And anyway, good girls don’t suck sir’s cock unless sir tells them to, and you still have that gag in your mouth. But that’s what it would be like. Because I’d be yours. Totally yours. Well, for a week. You’d get to have me as your slave for all that time. Like – hey, I know. Here. I’m going to untie one of your hands. Left or right? Oh. The gag. Yeah. So just nod, or shake. Left? No? OK. Right. Let me untie that one. But don’t be a smart-ass. You do anything stupid and – well. Trust me. You don’t want to do anything stupid. Not if you want your chance to do anything you want to me. Anything. At. All.
There. That’s it. Let me take your hand. These are my legs. See? I’m a good girl. My knees are together. That’s how good girls sit. But not for you, master. Feel them? My knees, spreading apart, sir? For you? Let me hold your hand. There. Feel that? My thigh? The silk? Here, master. Slide your hand under my skirt – yes, it is really a short skirt, master. Like you ordered me to wear. Can you feel my thighs, sir? How warm they are? There. Run your fingers over my stocking top. My skin. Skin only you can touch, master. Skin you can touch whenever you want. Skin you can touch however you want. Do you want to hurt me, master? Oh, please sir. Please hurt me. I know you like it, and I’m yours to use any way you want to. Please, master! Please hurt me!
Oh, wow. You like that, don’t you? I can see your cock jerk every time I say it. Let’s try that again. Hurt me master! Hurt me, please! I’m your slut, master, your cunt! Please hurt me so I scream!
Fuck. Oh, yeah. Like, fuck. Where… where were we? Oh, right. Yeah. Your hand. Under my skirt. See? That’s my garter strap. You told me I had to wear a garter belt, master. So I did. You can tie my wrists behind my back with it later. And – oh, fuck – and… and… fuck, your fingers feel good – and… and those are my panties, master. Feel how wet they are, sir! Of course, I’m only wearing them because you told me to. So you could put me over your knee later, and pull my skirt up, and pull my panties down to spank me, sir. You know I’m yours to spank, sir. As hard as you want. And then you can take me upstairs, and tie me to the bed, sir, and fuck me. Where do you want to put your cum tonight sir? In my hair? Over my face? I love it when you come on my face, sir. When your cum drips down me, and I can lick it up, gather it in my fingers and eat it, sir. Or in my mouth, so you can fill my belly with your hot wetness. Or my ass or my cunt, sir! They’re all yours! Please use me as your fucktoy, sir! Please – fill the hole in me!
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OK. So here’s the optional extra. Feel free to ignore it! :-)
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(VOICE TURNS COLD)
So how’s that, you little shit? I bet it sounds familiar, right? I mean, yeah. I had to change some. Because I’m not you. And you’re not her.
My fucking sister.
See, I’ve been away for years. I only came back a week ago. Where the fuck else would I stay but with her? And she’s telling me about her new fucking boyfriend. Mr I’ve-Got-It-All, and how he’s going to make her the happiest – well. We know, right? You and me? We know your bullshit.
So I get worried. When she doesn’t come home for three days. And I go looking for her. I look, and I find her. Or she finds me. She tells me she’s escaped. Escaped. Fuck that, right? You let her go, you little shit? So you could chase her down again? That make your dick hard, you bastard?
But she told me. Told me everything you said to her. So I waited I figured you’d be along soon enough. And you were. I still had a needle with me. Figured it was worth a hit to put you out. And now we’re here. You’re here, and I said to you what you said to her. So now you know. What it felt like. To be her.
My sister. My fucking dead fucking sister. Because she died, you bastard. In my arms. After you'd done what you did to her. So about what I said. About, you know, about letting you go?
(GUNSHOT )
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