Gone were the scowling faces and haunted broken eyes. The photographers I was shooting with noticed first. Then my ratings on my phone sex line shot up. I guess I did my best work effortlessly when happy. Rabbit suspected that I was seeing Tatsumi. He didn’t particularly care as long as I was happy. That’s why I loved him most.

My real boyfriend, however was another matter all together. He grew up rich and even though he himself was not he acted like he had all the money in the world. He was spoiled, and I was, in his eyes, less then he deserved, so he didn’t mind making me work while he sat around and played rockstar.

Not only that, but he abused me emotionally, and I knew it. I knew exactly what was going on, but I couldn’t just leave him. Somehow despite this I felt like I was leaving a little boy who needed a mother. However, I had to live for myself as long as I could.

Drew had gone on vacation with his family so I was free to do whatever I liked. Tatsumi had invited me to stay with her. Of course Drew thought this was a purely friendly gesture. It made him relax, and assume I was safe from sexual temptation.

“Not that anyone but that stoner friend of yours would fuck you.” Drew concluded coldly. I stiffened and absorbed the remark and went about packing his suitcase.

“What are you thinking about?” Tatsumi asked stroking my arm as we cuddled on her futon in her room above the shop.

“What my life will be like.” I said softly.

“It’ll be whatever you want.” She said stroking my hair.

“I know. Free to be me.” I said turning to kiss her. Our lips met and our bodies came together. Tatsumi’s lips always tasted like sugar. Sometimes they were tinged with fruit. Right now I tasted blueberries and sugar. I wanted more. My hands pressed her against me. She licked at my lips and pushed her left leg between mine. Urgency shot through me, I was pressed against her, left to whimper into her mouth and grind my wet pussy against her knee.

Finally Tatsumi broke the kiss to whisper in my ear.

“I love you Lotus.” She said taking my earlobe in her mouth sucking on it slowly before leaving it for the exposed flesh of my neck and the expanses of my belly. That was where she truly an artist. No tattoo she could ever draw would live up to the lines her mouth could trace on my body.

“I love you too.” I said as she began he assault on my tender belly and lower.

Doing anything with Tatsumi was a bit like strapping in to ride a hurricane. Sex was especially like that. Tatsumi often said her parents tried to name her Tsunami but their parents objected.

Lucky for her.

Lucky for me as her lips and tongue trailed kisses down along my stomach and along the lines of my hips, progressively moving down. Her hands parted my thighs as she looked up, letting the tip of her tongue slowly drag down the edge of my slit. My body tightened in response, fingers grasping for anything to hold onto as a deep moan escaped my lips.

Her tongue continued to play against me, teasingly, her eyes still focused on my reactions before her fingers pulled me apart to accept her hungry, darting tongue. The playful look was gone replaced with an intense focus as she started to lap at my juices and send her tongue in for more.

My legs started to buckle as I could feel an orgasm building from her manipulations. She braced me with her hands withdrawing just enough to guide me to the bed and push me into a sitting position so she still had a good angle. I gasped again as she renewed her licking with an intense vigor, my body shaking as I fell back against the bed, clutching at the sheets.

After I came, she lingered for a moment before crawling up next to me with a wicked grin on her face. I expected the worst, but she surprised me again when she just laid next to me, wrapping her arms in mine.

As we lay in bed limbs still entwined and panting. I looked into her eyes, and saw no shame or loathing like I often saw in Drew’s eyes. Instead I saw love there, and that made me very happy.

Tatsumi was a friend of mine, a tattoo artist from Osaka. I met her through my almost boyfriend Rabbit. Tatsumi was more reliable and a lot softer than Rabbit, and we both liked Gackt and VNV Nation, so we hit it off. I liked her. Like me she liked to travel, and our idea of travel roughly consisted of, go there, live there, work make friends and, when you felt like it, move.

I had taken up a corner of Rabbit’s shop in which to read tarot cards for waiting customers at $10 a pop. I did it mostly to take a break from my usual work and to get me out of my house. I didn’t think it would go over so well. Most nights I went, I’d walk away with as much as $100 sometimes way more. Rabbit liked having me there. I suspected it was so he could watch me. See, I had a real boyfriend too, who was very bad for me.

One night after the shop had closed, Tatsumi was sitting with me while I waited for Rabbit to return from somewhere. I was shuffling my tarot deck slowly. She eyed me from across the room and made her way over to my table.

“Read my fortune,” She said in her smoky kittenish voice. I looked up at her with a smile. She had feminine features which made her faux mohawk charming and sexy. Tatsumi was the kind of girl I wanted to be a risk taker, a wild child.

“Yes,” I said quickly handing her my deck. She grabbed it, stroking my hand delicately. I watched her shuffle, it was sensual watching her fingers move. She placed the deck on the and sat in the chair across from me. Tatsumi had a look of ‘I dare you’ as she watched me.

My fingers trembled as I touched the deck; it’s familiar feel comforted me.

“What’s your question?” I asked her my voice sounded breathy.

“When are you going to have enough sense to realize Rabbit and Asshat are bad for you, and move to New York City with me?” She purred as she spoke. Numbly I pulled the top three cards and placed them face up on the table. Just as with clients I looked over the cards, preparing a story instead of just spouting off the three meanings.

“Well I see miscommunication at first but a happiness. There is a coming struggle and sadness over circumstance and situation. I see perhaps business partners who fall in love.” I said looking at her and smiling as if to ask “did I do good?”

“That’s all well and good but you miss my question.” She said licking her lips making me shiver.

“Oh,” I said with a frown reaching to put the cards back and do a reshuffle.

“No,” Tatsumi said softly reaching for my hand. “What I mean is I asked you to move with me to New York City.”

“Oh!” I said with a smile. I felt my cheeks blushing hot.

“I couldn’t impose.” I said my smile softening.

“You wouldn’t, see you need to be with someone who doesn’t impress you’re a burden upon you, you’re not.”

I was smiling and I couldn’t stop, I knew she was right. I knew my live in boyfriend hated me, but got off the power trip of keeping me like a pet. I knew Rabbit couldn’t really be more than a friend. Mostly, I knew I belonged in the city.

“So, if I said yes, what would that entail exactly,” I said putting my cards in their pouch.

“Secrecy, you are not to tell eithier boy you are leaving, they would just stop you. Although tell your mother, she might be supportive. This part is optional, I want you to consider dating me, I like you quite a bit Lotus.”

My heart pounded in my chest. She was asking me into my dream life. Living in NYC with someone I actually loved.

“Yes,” I said. Before coming around the table and hugging her, she was my best friend and she loved me more than that even. I was blissful.

The bell above the door rang as Rabbit swaggered in. I turned my smiling face toward him.

“We got to get you home Bunny, your boyfriend is calling me constantly.” Rabbit said with a sheepish smile.

“Okay.” I said letting go of her neck, and walking over to Rabbit.

My mood dampened a bit but, I realized none of it mattered. Now it was all lip service, I felt free as I waved goodbye to Tatsumi and she brazenly stuck a hundred dollar bill in my bra with a wink.

Before.

“Thank you.” I said as cheerfully as I could for as drained as I felt. I let go of the mic stand. Backstage I curled up on the couch and watched my bandmates flirt. I don’t know why they bothered, all they had to say was “I’m Pixel Dusted” and they would get girls.

It was the “scene” we were all in it’s the band we are. We weren’t huge yet, but we had potential. Smart people latched on to that. So when you’ve got six grammys under your belt your ex-groupie soon to be ex-wife can leave a wealthy woman with ideas for a tell all book.

Yeah, I was cynical, that’s way most people “loved” me. That and I sang well. I have the soul of Blues Goddess but the sensibility of Sid Vicious with a great pair of knockers.

“Hey Ren.” My Drummer Fred Glitter sat down by my head. Now don’t get me wrong I liked Freddie but he was a bit intense.
“Hey Glitter cunt” I said with a grin.
“Good show babe.” He said patting my head. I glared back at him.
“What was that?” a ‘that’ll do pig’ moment?” I was a little more pissed than I needed to be but Freddie was getting on my last nerve.
I knew better than to stay, I reached down for my bag and headed for the door. Tears were pushed back by the wind in the city’s night.

Lock.

The main ballroom was done up like a wedding chapel. My dream wedding, pink and grey all over. The ribbons that hung from the celling were satin, I fought hard to resist my urge to climb up and touch them. Sometimes I acted more kitten than girl for my own good. I sat in one of the rows of folding chairs near the back to watch the collaring.

“Lacie,you can’t sit here, you’ll miss your own collaring.” Callum said with a amused smirk. my eyes were focused on his lips. He had the kind of lips which seemed to beg for kisses. The words coming out of his mouth flew through my eyes.

Callum grabbed me by the wrist like a Daddy would his little girl and pulled me along the aisle leading me up to the front. I heard whispers from the crowd as we walked. A few things that would’ve made me smack whoever said them if I wasn’t being pulled away.

We were standing in front of them within seconds, even I had to admit we looked good. My friend May was “officiating” the collarings this year. They weren’t legal weddings, but it was nice. May was beaming she knew about this, the dirty secret keeper. She even winked at Callum, he smiled back.

“We are here to witness the binding of Callum and his Lacie, today the make the ultimate commitment. That of Master and slave.” May said in her cool and smoky voice. I blushed as she spoke. Her gray eyes looked at us, she smiled, my head was starting to spin.

“Are you ready to undertake the task of being Lacie’s owner to care for her as your property?” She asked Callum.

“Yes.” Dante answered back. There was so much raw emotion in that one word I started to cry.

“Are you ready to undertake the task of being Dante’s slave to serve his will as your own?” May asked me with an air of suspicion..

“Yes.” I spoke firmly yet adoringly as I looked into Dante’s eyes. Now, I truly belonged to him it was no longer just something I felt but, something everyone knew.

I was His lacie at last.

Something I never wanted for myself. It was like the universe had given me a hunger that Dante fed.

Some people are destined for greatness, some people have it thrust upon them. I was never able to tell which I was. I suppose that’s my great truth. The thing that makes me do the hero thing. Every superhero hero has reasons, no matter what they say.

I gave up my ability to walk when I became a priestess. The order of monks known as The Alabaster Lotus all give up some “ability” in order to gain another. Walking was what I gave up for precognition, it’s not a bad deal when you think about it However some people would disagree.

I was 19 when I decided to leave The Alabaster Lotus Temple and go back to New York City. My parents had sent me to live in the temple fearing mob threats when I was seven. It took the mob twelve years to make good but, when they did I figured it was safe to come home. My choice was not rational, try to stop the things I saw from happening. Again not many people would make that choice.
What can I say? I’m weird. I had heard that in NYC there were others like me who stood up for what was right. Vigilantes, sure but that will happen in a corrupt society.
Coming home is never easy. I couldn’t exactly go out and get a 9 to 5 job. Nor could I put out a sign “psychic crime fighter” . I settled on “psychic reader” instead. I could help people all the time. Both turned into full time jobs with a myriad of colorful individuals, with all the messed up relationships and heartaches involved in keeping a double life.
It sure was fun to watch though. I guess I could be considered a voyeur. Not in that creepy sexual way. At least not all the time, only sometimes. Most people probably assumed I was some straight laced nun type, they would be wrong.

———-

It wasn’t intentional, it really wasn’t, she just got to me. Although if anyone finds out the rumors will fly. Yes, I am still mad about Nightshade, livid, I’d say. But, this thing, this affair is not about that. I’m not vindictive well, at least not terribly vindictive.
Nightshade would still be my lover and friend and I wouldn’t be having to work with the other woman , Pretty Blackbird it sucked. That’s how it’d be in a perfect world. The world as I knew it was never perfect. Superheroes were in short supply in New York City. I knew Pretty Blackbird was hot and heavy with Mysstery but, let’s be clear on this, I did not start this Mysstery did.

Pretty Blackbird, Witch Lynx and I worked together, a trio of super heroines, the papers had dub us the “Fallen Angels” I however had that name. Right now I was researching some leads on a new designer drug on the streets. I had a name.

Nepenthe. How was it made, who was behind this? I was being particularly naughty I was surfing porn while I searched for leads. I figured hey, it was technically my “off” time.

It’s late, after midnight when I sense her there. Nightshade, she’s not, although she is good.
“Come on out Mysstery , I know you’re there.” my voice sounds tired but there’s a hint of something else.
“Can’t fool you, I suppose.” She said walking up behind me putting her hands on my shoulders.
“I practically grew up around Mr. ‘I am The Night’.” I said relaxing into her hands. “Victoria, what information do you need?” I said with a sigh. Even with as well adjusted as I am . Sometimes a girl needed to be liked for herself.
She leaned down I could feel her lips on my ear. She must have removed the mask.
“I need something, my dear Anya.” She said grabbing my chair pulling me back. Spinning me around to face her. Her lips muffled the gasp. She kissed me like a man starving for his last meal.
“And it’s Vic, please.”
She pulled me against her, pulling me forward. With my free hand I undid the seatbelt able to lean forward even further. Her hand stroked my cheek. Even though I could do it myself I yielded to Vic and She took me in his arms. Vic was teaching me that I could bend and not break. Something I had forgotten.
She laid me out on the bed and walked away. I was propping myself up and I starting to take off my shirt.
“Don’t you dare.” She said as she shrugged off her trench coat. My hands fell to my sides.
My breath caught as I watched Vic strip. I could try to convince myself I didn’t love her. She was paying me for my information. Except this time I gave her nothing.

That threw me.

My heart was beating faster, my pussy quivered tightening. The panic must have been visible on my face. Mysstery knelt on the bed, crawling closer to me. She unbuttoned my jeans pulling them them down to my knees.
“Ugh, panties.” She snatched them down quickly pushing them off my legs.
“Don’t wear panties next time. In fact, never wear panties again.”
I simply nodded as his hands caressed my body. As Mysstery she could be very patient do what needed to be done. Here, as Vic, in moments like these she never was.
“I never know when you’re going to show up.” I whispered.
“So, quit wearing panties.” She said slapping my wet pussy with her left hand. My hips rose up in response. Mysstery could play my body like a violin.
I tried to respond but, I found words ineffective, so I just nodded. Vic kissed my lips as she crawled over my body. He knelt between my thighs and lifted my shirt off my chest.
I was feeling need. Vic always got me worked up, she kissed over my face and neck. Then I felt her teeth. She was biting my neck hard. Her hand tangled in my hair, as she pulled my head over to get better access to my neck. My eyes shuttered tightly, hands equally trying to pull him closer and push him away from my neck at the same time. A moment later, I felt her strong hands take my wrists and pin them next to either side of my head, sapping the rest of my mobility as he kissed down between my breasts, following the curve of my stomach down.
Her lips sent electric shocks down my body. My pussy started to soak from her kisses. I needed to touch her, but her hands kept my wrists pinned down hard. She knew what she was doing to me. The sensation of being helpless was just as arousing as her touch.
“Vic,” I said, arching as much as I could beneath his ravenous consuming kisses burning a trail towards my pussy. She let go of my wrists and I stretched them above my head, groaning lightly as the trail of sensation went lower. Hesitantly, I looked down at her to see her parting my thighs. I could feel her rough hands them.

Mysstery was unpredictable I felt guilty that I was enjoying her without giving her anything first. Her tongue trailed over my clit teasing at me with a chuckle.
“Anya, you have to learn, you are enough. Now, lets see that pussy.” She said spreading my legs wider. Her tongue jabbed at pussy lips tracing them with careful precision. She giggled at seeing my neatly trimmed landing strip revealing that my red hair was not from a bottle. I moaned arching my back as she sucked my clit hard. My hips pushed closer and closer. My need took over my fingers pulled her closer.
Her fingers crammed their way into my tight fuckhole. I moaned as she finger fucked my pussy. It’d been awhile, so i needed this. Her fingers pumped in and out of me, my pussy making a sort of wet sucking sound

***

Mysstery was gone when I woke up. No note, or trace that she’d ever even been there. It was all just as well I did have a client coming round. I looked at the clock. 9:30 AM. My client was due at 10 AM, good thing I worked great under pressure.

Right on time my 10 o’clock arrived. She was vaguely Asian looking with long straight black hair and the deepest brown eyes I’d ever seen. During her reading I could barely keep focused.

“What’s in store for me?” She said handing me a birthday reading gift certificate. From that moment I was enraptured.
“Let’s just see.” I said taking the gift certificate from her. My hand bumped hers. Sending images of her with another woman making love. In the next flash they are yelling at each other and the auburn haired girl with the heavy kohl lined eyes is leaving. I gasped leaving my customer blinking at me.

I’d like to say the reading was uneventful but that girl was in for quite the year. I didn’t want to but I was picking up bits and pieces about my team’s pressing matter. This girl could be of used to me, when she was ready for it. She seemed to be willing to get in worse trouble for less.

I chuckled at the thought of that, after she’d left of course. I had an unusual number of walk-ins it seemed. Pretty Blackbird was livid by the time my last client left. She had been trying to reach me all day. Something big was up that was for sure.
“What?” I said finally putting on my ear piece.
“Took you long enough Answer.” She said sounding snide. Yeah, she hated me this much, just imagine if she knew about Mysstery. I just bet I’d be treated so much better.
“My clients come first.” I said coldly wanting to nip the cat fight in the bud.
“Whatevs, listen you know congressman Vance Decamp?” She said like she was really about to dish some major gossip.
“Well, his daughter Melly, is in county for possession.”
“Of?” I prompted.
“Nothing, well I’ve heard its a demon.” She said sounding actually happy.
The supernatural disturbances seemed to ramping up around the city lately. I didn’t come here to fight the supes but, if this was where we were needed so be it. After all superheroes didn’t get to choose their rouges gallery.
“Well, shit. Call Kat?” i said, I really was gobsmacked on this one.
“Calling Witchy Poo, see you in 40.” Blackbird hung up.

That’s where I met Kitty, a petite mousy haired girl with intoxicating eyes. She’s the girl who breeds obsession amongst the usual patrons. Imagine my shock when she came to talk to me, me of all the people, I caught her eye. Me, who belongs to a man.

I love the way she’ll pull me aside and tell me a secret. I live to hear her voice whispering in my ear. It made me tingle with joy when I hear it. Especially when she told me she wanted to fuck me, and she wouldn’t mind playing with my Master.

He was eager to put this to the test.

Public sex is always a turn on for me. Even more so now, it makes my Master happy. He takes me suddenly, I’m in his lap. My legs spread my pussy exposed to everyone’s view. Even hers, she’s staring at my already wet pussy. He leaves that hole barren, pushing into my ass instead.

I motion her over she crawls across the floor, every bit as languid as a feline. I reach out catching her mousy mane in my fingers. She starts to lap at my pussy. Her tongue knows where to go but, I still guide her by the hair. I know it adds to her arousal to be controlled to have it demonstrated so simply in front of everyone.

His cock is pounding in my tight little asshole. I like it when he fucks me like he means to break me. It lets me thrash about like the beast I’ve become, the beast he’s made me. That’s when I feel her tongue, she’s licking his cock while he fucks me. I shiver and moan when her tongue touches my exposed and open asshole.

I pull her hair jerking her face upwards her tongue present and waiting as I orgasm, she laps it all as Master unloads in my ass. I’m stunned. I’m gasping for breath and stroking her hair. Telling her what a good kitty she is.

I’m blissfully aware as he holds my lower half upward. Kitty is sucking his shaft like a greedy girl. Just as I thought I’d be put down, I feel her tongue around my quivering asshole, barreling up inside. She’s claiming our prize for being such good girls.

I adore my new kitty friend, and I’ll tell her so every time I see her because that’s just how I am. I’ll also make her do vile things because I love watching her fuck-stoned face.

I crouch on the toilet my legs spread wide. Lewdly wide, it feels ridiculous and naughty. I untie one side of my panties. My fingers seek out my throbbing clit. I finger my clit, causing my thighs to twitch immediately. I need this, I can hear his voice in my head. My mind replays his voice telling me to touch my cunt. I obey.

I rub slowly but it only takes me five minutes to come to a loud orgasm. I’m shamelessly squirting all over my fingers and laughing. As I climb down I notice some hit the door and floor, I decide to leave it there to tired to clean it up. I retie the violet ribbon at my hip. My black skirt falls nicely. Sated I can get back to work.

Back at the booth I check my BlackBerry there’s an email from Jones. The third to our happy little trio. He’s outside, he’s waiting for me. This is a surprise. I email back it’ll be a bit.

When I get outside he’s standing there just waiting. I look at him with his blonde hair and eyeliner. He looked perfect I hugged him and held hand as we headed to 16th street.
At the bus stop he was talking to me while his fingers played over my mound. I blushed no one could really see, to others we looked like he was holding me close.

“Someone enjoyed herself.” He whispered in my ear.

“Yeah.”

“I’m going to finger fuck you.” He whispers in my ear as we climb the steps. I blush as I pay fare.
We walk to the back and cram ourselves into the wheel well seat. His fingers ease inside me My greedy fuckhole sucks him inside.

“You’re going to suck these clean.” I taunt him.

“Yes.” He whispers.

He makes me orgasm again for the second time tonight, five people sitting around us completely unaware. That’s when I got an evil thought I lifted my hips untying my panties. The flimsy fabric clung I pulled the black and white stripped fabric free. Shoving it quickly in Jones’s waiting mouth. I watched him suck while the violet ribbons hang from his mouth.

That’s how I pull him from the bus, he’s my little pull toy. I lead him across the street and upstairs to my brother’s apartment. Once inside I pull the panties free from his mouth.

“Strip.” I tell him.

He unbelts his jeans pulling them down. I can see his cock straining through his shorts before he pulls them off setting them aside. Seconds later my wet panties are wrapped around his cock and his fist is pumping fast and furious. Gasping as he goes.

“Lacie” He screams out as he spurts thick ropes of cum coat my panties. We’re both tired and flushed. We’re both panting

“You want to wear them to bed?” I say with a lazy grin. I’m fastening them on before he can say yes, but he does.

I’m pleased.

Slow..

He took me by the hand. He stole my heart, slowly over time, I noticed but I didn’t really care. He makes it hard to care as he gets me intoxicated on his scent, greedy for the next orgasm. He makes me want to be better.

He makes me want to tease everyone, flaunt what he’s got…
Me..

I’ve won this round of tic-tac-toe. Our playground is mostly mental for us, it’s all about the tease. Golds and silvers stirred together. Mind and motive.He winds me up and lets me loose on all of you.

The sharp Princess, The feral Goddess, The intoxicating Muse. I’m a clever cuckoldress, don’t you think?

My desire for him, never really quenched. But, I’ll work through you boys like a fucking force of nature. It’s what I do. You boys just love it, supping the attention I give like hungry demons from a pit.

That’s why you all come back. Even if you won’t admit it.

Pride of fools..that’s what they say.

You boys…

Hours later the bruise from his teeth was in full bloom on my neck. A lovely
purple grey shade. The top I’d selected was plenty low cut enough to display my ample cleavage and the bruise. I wore no necklace, I was proud. Callum was taking me to Medrona, the fetish ball to end them all.

As his pet.

I’d been a registered Domina last year. I knew many would see this as a “how the mighty have fallen” situation. I didn’t, actively. I was trying not to anyway. It was up in my head. I was dressed in a red satin dress with heavy corset boning in the bodice. Callum had picked it out for me, and told me I was to wear it tonight in front of the crowd at Medrona.

I did not object, I mean how could object to finery? Callum was dressed in black, black suit, black shoes, black shirt, black tie. He looked so fucking good, and I could tell that’s exactly what he was going for. We piled into the back of his chauffeur driven town car.

Medrona was always held at Hotel W. We were a quiet well dressed looking bunch.

After all, it was invitation only, and you had to BDSM “elite” to get in. Which her meant you understood you don’t show up in a leather harness and ruin the hotel’s reputation. Oh, and you were descent human beings.

“I’ve rented the honeymoon suite.” Callum whispered in my ear as we walked to the check in desk. My mind boggled, he was spoiling me, but, my mind what elsewhere to the typical girl place.

“Enjoy your stay Mr. and Mrs. Ramone.” The desk clerk winked at me with a smile. I chucked as Dante pulled me through the lobby. Turning more than afew heads as we made our way to the elevator.

“Ramone?” I questioned laughing as the elevator lurched upward.

“I did want to pretend we’re married.” Callum said with a shrug as the doors opened. I stayed back. My heart was pounding, cause I called him my husband once, a week ago and I thought it freaked him out. I guess I was wrong.

Spill.

Callum pushed my body against the door. It clicked closed soundly, and was firm against my backside. A mewling sound escaped my lips it was met by a growl from Dante’s own lips as he towered over me. My heart beat faster. Being with Callum never made sure if I wanted to run or come.

Before I could say anything Callum was kissing me We have this way of kissing sometimes. Itʻs like we used the otherʻs lungs to breathe. He was breathing my air, my heart leapt. I pressed my body to his, I wanted to crawl inside him. When I was this close to him all I could do was want to be not just the girl he loved but his heart. That way I could be with him.

Always.

He pushed me on to the bed. He was laying me back. my arms were over my head as he broke the kiss I whimpered like I was in pain. His mouth trailed over my neck he knew just where to lick and bite. I felt his hands lifting my shirt, then a rain of kisses on my belly.

The sound of ripping fabric, the feel of cold air on my legs. Wetness pressed against my clit. My panties were ruined, but Callum was being awfully meticulous about the dress. The satin felt like slippery cream against my skin. The corset was getting tighter. Binding me. I realized I was panting like a bitch in heat. I could barely feel his mouth and I was already worked
up.

Callum was licking my pussy, I swear he was determined to make me give him my ownership of my pussy by making me loose my mind during orgasm.

With each lick I felt it slipping. The way his tongue caressed me in that moment Iʻd chain my soul to his for just one orgasm.

One.

Callum’s tongue flicked my clit and I exploded. Brightness and blackness fought for space in front of my eyes. My pussy shook and quivered as his tongue played along my skin.

“That’s a good girl.” He said it like I’d just gotten an A in Algebra. That was just how Dante was.

“Come on girl.” He said getting to his feet. I laughed a bit.

“We’re going to be late.” He said pulling me up.

“For?” I asked looking into his pretty blue eyes still very intoxicated. He just chuckled as he opened the door. He barely gave me time to fix my dress and hair.

“I’m gonna watch them pass me by Maybe when I’m older. What do you think I’d see If I could walk away from me?”
-Lou Reed “Candy Says”

It’s only March and I’m dreaming of Summer. Possible coming from
impossibility. It always held such promise when I was younger and in school,where house parties like the one in the “1979” music video happened every night.

Damn you Smashing Pumpkins for making my teenage years seem so dull. I dream of his voice, even though I’ve yet to hear it. I dream of it the way I dreamt of becoming a rock star.

Every night.

I want him to put effort into me. Send me a package, prove to my abused and barely held together heart that I matter. I want to send him back my zines, maybe then he’d see. See he’s got The Hope Diamond in miniature, from a gum ball machine. I want him to hold my words in his hands. More than I’ve wanted anyone to have them.

I was wandering through the subway terminal. Lou Reed sings to me in my earbud. I’m singing back. Softly, subtle. Maybe PunkDaddy can hear me sing. Daddies are like gods right? I struck out and I have Dionysus.

Lucky me.

I need reassurance. I need PunkDaddy. He and I are cut from the same cloth. Even thinking that makes me ache somewhere low in my body. I need him to hold me and make me feel precious like I’m his neon lit Courtney Love wearing a crown of orchids. Only he gets me this way. 20 years, I’ve been searching for him. Praying on the prayer candles at the Dominican church near my apartment , rubbing Buddha’s belly.

Anything.

Anything at all to get him. He made me feel perfect. I wanted to talk him into spending the summer with me. I want us to have the endless summer I’ve wanted since I graduated high school. I pictured dragging him to Thailand where I’ll make love to him because I’m a sacred whore. I want to feel the summer air caress my skin as we drive Vegas ala Fear and Loathing. I just want him. He gives my punk cunt meaning. I don’t want to remember not being Lacie Pixel.

Tainted.

“I fucking hate you.” I growled as Callum’s hands trailed along the curve of my hip.

“No, you love me.” He sounded so sure, I wanted to smack him, but he was
right. I loved this man.

“I fucking hate that you can do this to me.” My voice was betraying my
words.

“Closer to the truth Lacie.” He said with a dark and mysterious chuckle.

A month ago I didn’t know Callum, I’d seen him around but that was it. A month ago I was a single girl, definitely not wanting for a collar. A month ago I went by my given name which is Ren. Then I met him.

After that first night it felt like I couldn’t breathe without him. Imagine
my shock when he told me he felt the same way. Somehow I’d gotten used to Dominants not showing much love or pride in having a submissive. I did, and Dante did but, too many did not. Yes, I am a Dominant woman and yes I’m aware I’m submitting to a Dominant man.

The irony is delicious.

And not lost on me as he shoves a rather chilly but lubed buttplug in my ass. He’s holding me with one arm and yet I can’t move. I feel bound up completely. Amazing how he does this. I squirm and feign trying to escape, it’s half of the fun. His hand reaches up and he strokes the side of my face. My heart flutter then on the down stroke his hand slapped my face. I loved it.

“So soon and I’m all ready his.” I thought as his hand went to my neck.

Callum’s teeth found my flesh and my harlot’s moan echoed through out the room. His teeth pressed and he chewed my creamy white flesh.

He was marking me.

(Form Strung & Choking-me writing as Lacie Grayson)

“What were you thinking?” He asked with a chuckle, seeing my backwards glance. Giving my ass a firm squeeze, grinning territorially at the dejected man still at the bar.

“Hey free drinks and come on, and what’s with Delia?” I asked with just a hint of sarcasm and needling.

“I happen to think it’s a lovely name.”

“Maybe if I were a whore,” I said, the name still rolling around a little awkwardly in my head, trying it on as if it were a piece of costume jewelry.

“A high class whore.” He stepped up. I gave him an inch, he took a yard. A shiver went up my spine ,“You wish, Mister.”

The door to the lift closed behind us and he lifted his hand up to my hair, taking a handful of my hair, before looking me deep in the eyes, “Actually, Abernathy tonight it’s Master.” He breathed those words onto my skin. I melted, he had picked up on my subtle hints.

“Yes, Sir,” I managed to get out as I exhaled, trying to keep my body from melting fully.

“Love, I prefer my girls call me Daddy. You don’t mind do you?” The authority just oozed from his voice and how he looked at me. It made me look down and smile at myself.

“No, no Daddy,” as the words escaped my lips, I felt my knees quiver a bit.

“Good girl.” He said undoing his belt buckle and licking his lips. I was melting, absolutely soaked through.

As the doors closed behind us, I reached over to the buttons and hit the floor I was staying on. The lift started to hum slightly, carrying us up through the floors. A smile crossed my lips as an old Aerosmith song skimmed through my head and I pressed the stop button. When the lift came to a halt, I looked at my “Daddy” with wide eyes, as I slid down to my knees.

“Mmm, very good girl,” he said as he pushed my hair back behind my head, a few stray wisps framing my face as I quickly unfastened his pants. There wouldn’t be a lot of time to before maintenance came to see why the elevator stopped.

“Quickly,” I said with a gasp as I pulled Royston’s hard, fat cock out of his pants, holding the base with my hand and wrapping my mouth around the head.

Royston echoed my urgency by pushing his hips forward, filling my mouth with his girth. I opened wide as I could to accommodate the thick shaft, swirling my tongue along the edge. Feeling wicked, I looked up at him and squeezed the base of his cock as he started to fuck my face in earnest. The shock moved through him visibly, causing his body to stiffen.

He wasn’t quite done yet, so I let go, sliding my hands to his firm ass. The reflex in my throat caught for only a moment as he drove deep as he could, my face crushed against his hips. I swallowed back precum and saliva the best I could. It wouldn’t do to come out of the lift covered in fluids.

The only indication that I was doing well was the string of grunts and groans coming from Royston as he tried to choke me to death with his cock. Gagging, just a little, he finally came. My nails dug against his ass cheeks as he filled my mouth with his cum.

My ears were ringing, and it took me a minute before I realized it was maintenance calling the elevator. Swallowing fully and wiping my mouth as Royston stuffed himself back into his pants, I answered the echoing voice on the other end of the call box.

“Yes, everything is all right,” I tried to say as nonchalantly as possible. “I think we just might have gotten stuck.”

There was a pause on the other side of the faceless box. “And you didn’t think to call for help?”

“No, we were just having such a pleasant conversation and thought that the lift would start up on its own again.” I popped the stop button back into place and the elevator started moving again. “Kind of like that.”

A wise person once said, you have to start somewhere. This was somewhere for me. Love, maybe not but it was a start.

Imagine my surprise when I woke up next to him. Even Jayden my so called boyfriend never did that. I felt odd but in a good way, I could get used to this.