This is a fantasy story. It has no basis in reality. Even the names of the
characters are made up and have no relevance to anyone. It is for adult
readers only, of legal age, and deals with domination and submission of a
non consenting type. So don't read it if you are offended by this subject
matter or not an adult of legal age.

 

                             "The Muse Trilogy"

                    three short stories of a common theme

                                 by Musker

 

                  Dedicated to story tellers and their Muse


                                (Story One)

 

                                 "E-mail"


Oh god it hurts. It feels like every muscle in my body is aching something
terrible. Oh how do I get myself into these situations.

Oh NO! This is not my fault. This is HIS fault! He is responsible for my
present predicament. Not me! But pointing fingers isn't going to be of much
help now.

Come on girl flex those muscles, you still have a little room to do that.
The more you flex the less likely they will cramp up on you. Oh but it
hurts so much. Come on, keep doing it. The last thing you need now is a
muscle spasm.

Oh that's better, not much, but a little. At least for the next ten or so
minutes.

Yes! HE is to blame for this. I know he told me not to and even gave me
several good reasons why I shouldn't. But HE was also the one who sent me
that damn story. I wonder if he planed this all along? Hell, how could he?
He doesn't even know her. But damn it! This isn't my fault!

He knew what those stories did to me, make me all so hot and wet. Ok, so I
asked him to send them to me, begged him too. Hell, I even tried to barter
for them with some of my sexy cheesecake pictures and some stories of my
own. But I only did it to get him to write me more. Kind of played with him
a little, teased him, get him all wet and horny like he did me. After all,
he is a guy and guys get off on looking and reading about sexy women, like
myself. How was I suppose to know that he had better control over his
libido than I did.

He got me so hooked on those stories. It was as if he was shooting drugs
straight into my veins, that damn pusher. Yea, that's what he is, a drug
pusher. Except he does it with words and erotic story telling that's all,
Oh god, I'm rambling again and not making any sense.

But it is true. He would send stories to me at work, in E-mail. I would
read them and get anxious and aroused. Then for the rest of the work day I
would be all horny and sexually frustrated just thinking about them until
WHAMMO! One hell of an orgasm when I got home. Sometimes I couldn't even
make it home. I had to rub myself in the ladies room at work or in the car
on the ride home. God, one day I got so scared when someone mentioned they
smelled a musky scent in a meeting I went to. It was a good thing one of
the guys wore some weird after-shave that day.

But that's how he trapped me. And good old stupid me told him exactly how
to do it too. I gave it all to him and I didn't even know it. Damn, I must
really be a dumb bimbo, just like in those stories.

So he wrote me more stories, personal stories. He weaved a spider's web
with them and caught me with it. I told him how I had this crush on this
lady that I work with. His next story to me had me being dominated and
tarted up by this woman. Oh it was so good to read it! And to read it in a
way that he wrote it just made me so lustful for it to happen in real life
too.

I just loved the thought of being dominated and controlled by a pompous,
arrogant woman and made into her bimbo sex slave. I would never do it in
real life though. Well, maybe, just once. I met this woman named Connie on
the internet. We would write e-mail back and forth to each other. She told
me she was a Dom and I told her a little about my fantasies. We did a
little pretend online. Then she coaxed me into trying it for real. And,
well, I did. She called me her little twat and I kind of liked it. Hey,
it's fantasy! Anyway, we did it. And like I said, I liked it. But she
seemed to be very, how should I say it . . . extreme?

Connie told me I had potential. Heck, I knew that. After all, I'm a damn
good-looking woman. Long dark hair, great figure, "C" cup breasts and a
regular Diva when I get dressed up. She just wanted to push things faster
than I wanted to go, that's all. When she told me that I should get my
nipples pierced, I kind of freaked. Or at least got scared enough to back
out of the whole situation.

But then HE came along with his stories that juiced me up and made me ooze
like a wanton bitch in heat. It was like he was fucking me through my mind,
playing with my fantasies, making them more personal and more real until I
really needed it. I mean, I needed it bad!

Oh I masturbated to them. But how long could that go on? I was finding
myself wanting them, no, needing them more and more. Each time when I came
to work in the morning I would see if he sent me anything. When he didn't I
became frustrate and disappointed. And when he did, I still ended up
frustrated and disappointed, sexually and because they weren't real. He had
me hooked and there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it. That bastard!

Although I call myself bisexual I'm really into women more. So I though
about Connie again. I called her in hopes that I might give it another
shot. Ok, HE got me so fucking horny I needed to act out my submission
again, for real, and Connie was the only one I could trust.

Anyway, when I talked with her, she gave me the riot act. I was no good. I
was a pathetic wannabe, with no guts. She would never waste her time with a
worthless piece of crap like me ever again. Connie told me she had a new
sub and I wasn't worthy to lick the bottom of her sub's shoes.

I was crushed. Somehow I asked her if she could refer me to another female
Dom that she might know. Again, I got it good. I was so bad that I wasn't
worth the trouble to recommend one. Besides, she though too highly of her
Dom friends to risk sending a little twat like me to them. Before, I like
it when she called me her little twat, but now, I found it very hurtful.
Then she hung up.

I ended up crying my eyes out. And then several minuets later I masturbated
myself to one hell of an orgasm. God I felt so ashamed, so humiliated and
so fucking good.

Anyway, I told HIM. He said it was a good thing it happened like that. He
said Connie was obviously hurt and jealous of me. And if she did take me
back she would probably do some really nasty stuff to me, to make me pay
for her hurt. He told me to just stay away.

It sounded like good advice. When I was with Connie she did seem to be very
mean and vindictive at times. So I took his advice and stayed away. But you
know what that SOB did? He wrote another story to me with Connie in it. He
even used a picture I sent him to use as inspiration in another story he
was writing for me. That bastard was fucking with me, with my mind, and my
desire to be dominated and controlled by a strong willed woman. To be made
into a blonde bimbo, a big titted, ass swinging, bubble gum chewing fuck
toy who gets off on bondage and humiliation. I couldn't believe it! And
yet, I did believe it. It was the best pussy diddling orgasm I ever had
after reading that story. But then I found myself wanting more. I couldn't
shake it. I wanted more! Not stories and masturbation. But the real thing.
I even wanted, god help me, Connie.

What could I do. I was even dreaming about it in my sleep. I had to at
least try. If Connie laugh at me and degraded me over the phone again, then
at least I would know that I tried and could go on from there. I also would
have one heck of another finger fucking orgasm too. So I did it. And
surprise, she said yes!

I was frighten, thrilled, and so turned on when I heard her accepting me on
the phone that I was rubbing my clit through my slacks and panties. Again I
told her I was still a bit frighten of going to far, and if she didn't
mind, maybe she could play out the first part of a story line I had--HIS
story. Again I was amazed she said yes. We set up a time for me to come
over and to E-mail the story to her so she could see what was involved. I
was so happy that I kept on thanking her throughout our entire
conversation. When I finally did hang up I had TWO orgasms in a row.

A little time went by and here I am, at Connie's dungeon, bound and gagged
just like that picture I sent HIM. I even look a little like that bound
girl in the picture.

I am completely nude, except for some red fuck me pumps. My arms are bound
behind my back with leather straps at wrists and elbows. My elbows are
almost touching and forcing my breasts out in front of me like twin
torpedoes. I am kneeling down on a folded up towel with both my legs
doubled up behind me with a single strap. That one strap also forces my
legs together and causes my heels to really dig into my butt cheeks.

I am held to a post, kneeling and erect, by two more straps. One goes
completely around my hips, and just the heels of my red stilettos, and
then pulled tightly and fastened around the post. Not only does this hold
my lower torso to the post but forces my heels even more into my butt.

The second strap is part of a weird gag. Picture a large wooden egg with
it's bigger rounded bottom mounted on one end of a short stick. Then the
other end of that stick is fastened firmly into the post. My mouth goes
around this wooden egg making the egg almost completely disappear deeply
inside of it. A leather strap wraps around the post and my head before it
is tightly buckled behind the top of my neck. This gag keeps my head
rigidly in place and looking slightly up. It also makes sure the top part
of my body remains firmly planted against the post. And the last thing it
does is keeps me from uttering a single coherent word.

To finish the image, Connie pulls my long hair back into a ponytail, just
like in the picture. Then she fastens nipple clamps on me. A light chain
which is also placed loosely around the post connects these two damnable
clamps. I am able to move the upper part of my body a little more than the
bottom part, but in so doing the chain drags and grabs on the ruff wooden
post, which also pulls on my nipples. Having my nipples squeeze tightly by
the clamps is bad enough, but having them pulled on at the same time is
murder.

At this point, according to the story, I am to be left alone for a short
time while Connie gets a camera to take pictures. Well, not exactly. The
story goes on with me being blackmailed by Connie into becoming her lesbian
bimbo sex slave. She takes pictures and videos of me doing all sorts of
perverted sexy things with dildoes, bondage and having me debase myself in
front of her. Like begging her to allow me to lick her shoes and tongue her
pussy. Then she accelerates the blackmailing domination by having my
nipples, pussy, nose, etc pierced. Then she is to whip me and flog me while
I am masturbating myself to a hot glowing orgasm. And other humiliating and
degrading sexual stuff like that. All under the watchful recording eye of a
camera.

Of course I would never, ever go that far. That would be just plain stupid.
I mean, I have a good life, with a great career ahead of me. And I
certainly do NOT want to throw all that away just for a simple orgasm. It's
simply a mind fucking fantasy with one SMALL step in reality. That's all.
I mean we all have our limits. And mine are just about there.

Oh why is Connie taking so long? I am really starting to hurt now and want
out. I tried calling out to her but this damn gag keeps me from making too
much noise and I seem to be drooling all over myself. Besides, my nipples
are almost nub and I have heard that when they are taken off after being on
for so long that the pain is amplified immensely. Uh oh, I hear her coming
now. Good, this is almost over with and I could use a good orgasm about
now. Then it's time for home and a long hot bath for my achy body.

"Ah, there is my little twat. And how are we feeling? . . . Oh not so good?
Poor baby. Well I am going to make it all better for you, just let me set
up this video camera and then take some pictures with you like this. I must
say, you do look quite the fetching damsel in distress like that. We'll
have to try this position again fairly soon, after some of the other
bondage positions I have in mind for you."

What the hell is she talking about? And what is she doing with those
cameras? I didn't want any pictures or videos of me like this for god's
sake! It's just a fantasy! And what did she mean by later and other
positions? I just wanted this one little session. What the hell is going
on?!

"There we go. I have some really good humiliating pictures of you now twat.
Oh? You look perplex. This IS what you wanted, remember? . . . . What do
mean no? Of course you do. It's all right here, in the story you sent me.
You know, it starts with the incriminating pictures I take today and use to
blackmail you with. . . . Well it does too say so, right here, see? . . . .

"I am then suppose to do all sorts of delicious nasty thing to you and use
those pictures to further blackmail you with. Then I am to slowly turn you
into a bimbo and slut. I am to have your hair cut and died blonde. Get all
those wonderful body piercings. Make you wear sexy clothes to work and
proposition the men, and women, for sex and a good spanking until they
finally fire your ass. Then I am to get you a new job at a strip joint and
waiting tables topless. And of course let's not forget lots and lots of
pictures of you in fetish attire and bondage, with dildoes sticking out of
your ass, mouth and shaved pierced pussy. We are even suppose to start a
web site and post all your pictures there, even the ones of you licking and
sucking pussy of my dominate lady friends. And then finally, we are to make
videos! Oh yes, staring YOU, the lesbian bimbo sex slave. My goodness, we
are supposed to make a whole series of them, to sell too. And I bet we even
make a ton of money from them. Not that you will see any of it of course,
because you are going to sign papers giving me completed control over your
life and possessions. You will move in with me and be my permanent 24/7
slave girl. Yes sir, just like in the story. The same story you thought was
only a simple mind fuck for you. Well my little twat, I have news for you.
This wonderful fantasy story of yours is going to be your biography. Which
means, it will soon become all so very real for you, all of it. And you my
surprised, big brown eyed little twat are now, and forever, fucked!"

"Let's see, which page shall we start with. And look how many pages there
are too. You should have listened to that guy who wrote you this story
twat. He was right in warning you. AND as to what's going to happen to you
too. . .  my little twat!"


                              - The End -


Story Two coming soon