Date: Sat, 23 Sep 2006 16:10:47 -0700 (PDT)
From: anne gentry <sable197903@yahoo.com>
Subject: Dark Eden

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Dark Eden
Copyright 2005 by Rene.

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It started with a phone call. A pay phone call to a number found in the
back of a new-wave newspaper that advertised Alternative Lifestyles.

Alternative Lifestyles. I had never felt like an alternative anything, but
maybe I get ahead of myself.

It was not easy to make the call. My fingers could barely find the numbers
on the keypad in the dim light. My breath came short and fast.  Sweat
slicked my palms and I was wet. Moist heat between my legs, throbbing with
my pulse. Pounding emotions I thought long dead, forcing the very center of
my being to vibrant flaming life.  My skin heated up slowly in the cool air
and my eyes blazed with this ill-concealed inner fire.  Dark passions
filling my body with need. I wanted pure physical satiation again.  Hands,
lips, cock, on me and in me, once again.  It had been six long years of
self-imposed isolation. I was ready to reach out but did not want true
commitment. The thought of the traditional world of dating turning my
stomach. I needed what I had been fantasizing about for so many
years. Taking a deep breath, I dialed the phone.

10 YEARS AGO...

Nobody ever just falls into the life.  It is a long torturous process that
for some of us covers many years.  It is an enigmatic tour through the dark
recesses of your own mind. A journey not for the timid or shy.  I have
always believed that these cryptic images were always inside me.  I just
suppressed or hid them.  Like most of us.  It did start about ten years
ago.  I was an innocent.  Weren't we all once?

I was back from Karate class.  Bag slung over my shoulder, sweaty, hot,
hair plastered to my forehead.  I walked into the small house that I shared
with my boyfriend Rob. He was waiting for me.  My riding crop tapping
restlessly against his knee.  I dropped my things and put my hands behind
my neck.  Falling gracefully to my knees, careful to keep them apart.  Eyes
away from his face and trained to his belt.  My face was burning with
embarrassment.

"Come here." He cooed.

I crawled the distance necessary to place myself at his feet.  The thick
cream wool carpeting was harsh on my knees.  I looked straight ahead at the
dark tweed pants that I had bought him for his birthday.  Cut full in the
crotch to accentuate how gifted he was there.  It was tempting to raise my
eyes but I didn't want to see the slow smile of triumph my breaking of the
rules would bring over his handsome face.  I tried to empty my mind of
anticipation.  What would he want of me this time? Any number of menial
humiliating tasks awaited me.  Things I would have to do on my knees
without complaint.  He addressed me again.  His voice had changed, becoming
huskier, more breathless.

"Open my pants."

I did it, undoing the zipper with my teeth.

"Make me hard with your lips only."

I freed him and took him into my mouth.  Smelling musky salt.  A unique
aroma that was all his own.  My hands snaked around his thighs to his
buttocks.  I kneaded them softly, as I balanced my own movements.
Swallowing him down until air no longer moved into my lungs.  He wasn't
enormous, by any means, but easily on the high side of normal length.  It
was that Rob dripped sex.  Every look, glance, touch was an assessment of
someone else's erotic potential, mostly mine.  Suddenly, he backed up.  His
hands gently forcing my mouth away.

"Go into the bedroom, remove your clothes, lie face down on the bed.  Wait
for me."

I went as quickly as I could. My hands trembling on my clothes, until
finally I was nude. I lay face down on the waterbed. Feeling the cool
percale sheets rubbing against my breasts, hardening the tips. Making me
shiver as I spread myself like a starfish. Arms reaching, legs spread. My
face lying to the right. Eyes closed, as always when there was any chance
of seeing him while we played.  It wasn't that we never had vanilla sex.
At one point, that was all we had. Until we got engaged. Suddenly that
diamond ring became a band of iron.  Every orifice I owned was his to play
with. Yet so slowly did he introduce these delicacies that I hardly
noticed. One day he was holding me down to make love to me. The next, it
seemed, he was breaking a riding crop on my virgin buttocks and taking me
that way.  No one ever knew except an uncle who brushed against me
inadvertently and felt the garters that Rob made me wear without
underwear. My uncle started to make a joke of it, but my furious blush made
him back away quickly in confusion. The family could never know. I insisted
upon that.  They still don't and if they do. Well, they don't say
anything. Rob came in.  I could hear him.  He secured my wrists, but left
my ankles loose, so I could bend my knees.  Just how he liked me, easily
accessible.

"Open your eyes!"  He commanded and I obeyed.

I looked into his dark eyes, noting again the intelligence there.  Not
truly handsome, his features were arresting.  His hair cut almost military
short.  His smile endearingly crooked.  When we were in High School
together, I thought he was sweet.

"Did you enjoy your class?"  He asked carefully.

"Yes, Rob."

His hands moved to my spine.  His long supple fingers wandering to the
cleft between my buttocks, which tightened involuntarily.

"I bought something new today."  He said.

He walked away from me then.  I heard the water in the bathroom running and
knew that he was washing whatever it was that he had bought before using it
on me.  He kept the new toy behind his back and opened the drawer for the
lube.  He sat between my legs, Indian style, and ordered.

"Bend your knees for me."

I complied, feeling my buttocks separating to give him access. Rob really
knew Greek. It had to be one of his favorite things to do.  Not once during
our two-year affair did he ever damage me back there.  I never bled, not
even the first time he took me that way. A thorough douching softening me,
weakening my resolve, my fear.

I felt his fingers, wet with lube, opening me.  That was one of the few
lasting gifts that Rob gave me. The gift of orgasm that originates
somewhere other than my clitoris. I tried to relax as I felt that first
finger, become two, then three. Rob taking his time, never in a hurry when
he had his favorite orifice before him.  I felt four fingers slide in and
involuntarily clenched against him.  I had never had four fingers in my ass
at one time.

"Relax, Anne.  You're resisting me and I don't much like it."

I felt him work the ring of my anus slowly until I relaxed working lube in
much deeper than he had ever done before.

"Breath slowly and evenly.  You're going to love this."

I felt the tip of the `toy' pushing between two of his fingers.  It felt
slippery slick with K-Y, and I pushed out hard.  Feeling his warm human
flesh replaced with firm unyielding rubber.  The pressure built to a
pleasurable plateau and went beyond into aching unrelenting strain for my
body to accept this impossibly wide dildo.  I groaned, trying to close my
lips against the sound.

"Come on, push out. It's not much bigger than I am around."

He kept pushing, forcing my anus to stretch around the thing painfully.  I
felt tears in my eyes. It seemed to go in forever.  Past any point of
comfort, causing a cramping in my stomach much worse than anything
menstrual. I bore down to expel it, get it out of me and felt Rob push it
home. The base slightly smaller so it wouldn't slip out.  He sighed with
satisfaction.  Nestling the base carefully between my butt cheeks and
laying my legs flat with a jerk. I lay immobile, impaled by pain.  He
stroked my back and I felt the electric tingle of his touch along my entire
body, arousing me in spite of the burning dilation behind me.

"Hurt?"

I nodded, not trusting my voice.

"I'm going to take my crop to your sweet ass. Then pull that toy from you
and give you something warm to replace it with."

A quick shot of fear went through me.  Fear of more pain.  Knowing it would
hurt but Rob would be so hard and so good afterwards. I wanted him to whip
me. It was the least that I could do for his pleasure and, as I was
discovering, my own, as well. He stood up from the bed, making waves in the
water.

Rob hit me then so hard across the buttocks that all air left my lungs in a
surprised whoosh.  I turned my face into the pillow and took it into my
teeth, gagging myself with it so he couldn't hear my pain.

This time was different for me. The phallus, the feeling. The total
surrender of my body to the punishment that I was allowing him to inflict
on me.  He was hitting me harder than he had ever done before and it seemed
like for longer too. I lost all self-control. I went totally beyond
thought, trying to free my hands, but unable too. Yet, never using my voice
to tell him to stop, it was too much.

I felt the pressure, building in my arms and legs. The fire on my buttocks,
spreading its warmth all over my body. I gasped with the extent of his
power over me in that one enlightening second and surrendered to it. Trying
to pull air into starving lungs by raising my head. I tautened, bucking
upwards and pulling on the bonds. Sensation sweeping over me and through
me. Churning against the phallus impaling me and pushing me over the edge
of the abyss. I came against the bed, beyond thinking. A low animal growl
tearing from my throat as my body wrenched into heaven. Rob suddenly
forcing his fingers into my sex as the last of my orgasm clenched around
his hand. His soft reassurances breaking me open further.  I came while
being beaten. I was annihilated on a spiritual level. How could I have ever
orgasm while he was beating me harder than he had ever done in the past?
Something had clicked into place inside my head. Some deeply buried
connection between Pleasure/Pain was forged inside my head and I
inexplicably started to weep. Deep quiet sobs as I realized what had been
done to me with my complete cooperation. I was changed. Eternally and
profoundly different from all the Vanilla people that I knew. I was weeping
because I knew that the possibility existed that I could never go back to
the way I had been.

My arms were released and he pulled me up off the bed. Leaning me against
the dresser that had the big mirror behind it.  I looked up and saw my red
tear-stained face reflecting back at me. When Rob leaned down to slide the
phallus out of me, it resisted removal. He stroked my buns and told me to
push it from deep within myself. I was bearing down against it with
determined steady effort until I felt it being drawn out of me. Leaving me
empty until Rob's cock took its place roughly. His hands holding my hips
steady against his driving jabs into my canal. Fucking me hard and fast. I
was so open that it didn't even feel unduly indelicate to me. He was
stroking my wet clit at the juncture of my sore thighs. My backside burning
from the beating he had just given me. His breath harsh, hot and
animal-like against the back of my neck. Suddenly, he drove into me
hard. Pinching my clit sharply so I came as well, to a lesser degree than
before but still an orgasm.

Rob collapsed over my back, his breathing harsh. Cock still jerking
slightly in reaction to our passion. His weight against me almost
collapsing me to the top of the dresser. Gradually he came to himself and
slipped his cock from my ass with a swift pull. Patting me gently and
wiping the tears from my face. I closed my eyes and didn't move, hearing
the sound of his condom hitting the garbage can.

He took my arm and led me into the master bathroom. I was weak with
exhaustion. My muscles pulling with hurt and exertion. I let him lead me
into the bathroom and sit me on the toilet while he started the shower. He
pulled me in. Washing my hair with rough hands, nice. Using ivory soap
gently between my legs, slipping one soapy finger into my anus to get the
lube out.  He said something.

"What?" I asked.

I gasped then as he pinched one of the marks on my butt.  I rested my arms
on the tile.

"I didn't tell you to speak, precious."

Oh, God, he wasn't finished yet! His hands soaped my breast, tormenting the
nipples. Taking care with every part of my body, leaving me squeaky
clean. He stepped from the shower, letting me rinse thoroughly as he
dried. When he took me from the shower he led me to the kitchen table and
made me sit on the edge.

 "Don't fuck with me; you know how I want you."

His voice was cold. My hands balled into fists as I lay back.  He pulled my
hips to the edge as he brought a ladder-back kitchen chair up between my
spread legs to sit on.  Close but not too close. I put my ankles into the
notches on the back of chair, hating every minute of this position. Coldly
reminiscent of a gynecologists office. The once a year torture that all
women go through.

Rob opens the outer labia, heedless of my humiliation and dryness. His
fingernails scraping against the delicate tissue roughly, yet
deliberately. He spread my knees wider and played with me. Tracing the
parts of me gently. Clitoris, urethra, vagina, anus. Slowly
methodical. Tiny delicious pressure against the tender parts of me.

"There are parts of you that I have never explored, Anne."  I answered his
comment respectfully.  "I like watching you orgasm, but only when I tell
you too."

Suddenly his hands had a meaning.  I felt a tear well up in my eye.  I was
in trouble.  He put his face against me, starting to eat me with expert
flicks of his tongue against my flesh. He kissed my crotch tenderly until
the juices started to flow again and I hungered for release.  Rob stood up
and slid his fingers into the willing tunnel.

"You came without my permission.  You ever come without my express
permission again, and I will keep you like this for a month.  Do you
understand me?"

"Yes, sir."  I whispered absolutely miserable.

He pulled away suddenly when my breathing deepened and the involuntarily
clenching of my sex told him that I was really enjoying his attentions.

"Take your legs down.  Go to the bedroom and wait for me on your side."

I did it. He came in and tied my arms to the headboard so I couldn't take
care of my hungry orifice myself. He lay down beside me and went to sleep.

Pretty prudent of him. I was tempted to relieve myself and would have done
it if he hadn't tied me. I'd done it before when I wasn't secured this
way. Taking some satisfaction in the fact that I was getting off in the
same bed as a man that thought he controlled that kind of thing.

This was different because I was in such torment. Pain from my buttocks
throbbing with my pulse cause a chain reaction to move straight through my
sex. I needed more attention.  Craved it and along with the craving I had
questions running through my head.

How had Rob known that I would like this kind of sex? How had he known that
I wouldn't balk at the whips, chains and phalluses that he used on me? How
did he decide to introduce me to this delicacy on the menu of sexuality?

It came to me suddenly. He didn't know. He had studied me, worked at my
resistance. Figuring out how he could get what he wanted from me. My eyes
caught sight of my riding crop on the floor. He had broken it while beating
me. It's expensive leatherhead hanging from the shaft.

I almost came just from the sight of it, then closed my eyes and shivered
in fear. This is part of me now. The link had been forged between pleasure
and pain. They were inexorably connected inside my head. I would never be
the same again.

That was only one night of many. Routine and ritual Role-playing and rape
scenes. Anything that Rob wanted I gave to him without question. Nothing he
asked for repulsed or sickened me. At least, not that I ever let him see.
Some of the things that he liked baffled me. Like his fascination with
controlling my bodily functions, but since he liked it I let him do it. Sex
was good with him. A head-trip as well as body. I found myself trying to
please him. I was punished enough without deliberately courting disaster.

All good things must come to an ended however. Rob and I really ended on my
23rd birthday. He asked me what I wanted and I told him. I wanted one night
on top. He was beautifully stunned by my request but he agreed. It was
almost as though he simply could not believe that such a statement had come
from me. Since he had mapped out my psyche. I could have no desire for such
a thing.  It was unthinkable. Surprise.  I don't know why he agreed, he was
obviously uncomfortable with the whole idea, but he did. It was a real
revelation for me.  I liked it. I liked pushing limits. I liked having to
pay attention to what I was doing, not just being done too.

It wasn't a real good scene. Rob was uneasy and couldn't really surrender
to it. More importantly, Rob couldn't take it. He balked.  Suddenly, I was
the one that had more self-control.  Higher limits. I thought less of him
for that. From that moment on I absolutely coveted punishment. Rebellion at
every turn. I never even let him see me cry after that night. The
frustration was driving him insane because I don't think he could figure
out what had happened.  He just knew that every time he tried to knuckle me
under, I stiffened my spine and took it. My seed of contempt had become a
big old tree.  His lack of discipline had broken the bond between us,
forever.

He broke up with me, 3 or 4 months later. I wasn't really sorry. He lacked
mettle, you know? I just figured that a chapter in my life had closed and
moved on. I'd just go back to the way I was before Rob and be okay.

I am okay but I missed something. The problem was that I couldn't find it
in the white-bread Republican world that surrounded me. I went out with a
32 year old virgin and married an abusive SOB that couldn't figure out why
I fought back when he attempted to do real violence to me. I rapidly
developed backbone. Not something that I needed before then.  It has,
however, stood me in good stead.

P.D. ...post-divorce...I discovered that I was not the only pervert on the
planet. They actually wrote books for people like me to read. Exit to Eden
by Anne Rambling, The Story of O, The Beauty Trilogy by
A.N. Roquelaure. Pat Caliphia, Laura Antoniou. The whole gamut of sexual
diversity available at the local bookstore for feverish reading at my
home. Intoxicating.

It was while reading these books that I felt something that I hadn't felt
in a long time. Desire. Considering for the first time that this was why I
was not satisfied with dating Vanilla men.  I was not like that anymore. I
was too hot for them. Too diverse. Too willing to explore the dark side of
my sexuality.

My husband liked missionary style, period. I just assumed that the older
you got.  The more boring sex became and since I did not want to be
boring. I would be alone forever. A martyr before the throne of business,
neutered sexless.

The only problem was that I didn't feel neutered I felt... horny.  I didn't
want a 32-year-old virgin or a wife-beater. I wanted someone like Rob, or
better yet. Someone like me. A focus for all this repressed sexual
energy. I was only 27 years old.  Luck was with me. I found Eric. A
32-year-old artist. We car-pooled to college together. We were both older
than the kids who went during the day and gravitated together. He was
intelligent and funny. Eric was good to me.

One weekend Eric's mom went away and he asked me to dinner. I got over
there and we started to laugh. Having a riot and drinking wine, discussing
the movies available for viewing. When, as though it was meant to be, we
ended up on the floor. Kissing. We were pulling pieces of our clothes off,
but when I reached for his zipper, he stopped my hand.

"I have a problem."

I felt my heart sink.  I figured he was impotent, or HIV, something
catastrophic.  I schooled my features to neutrality and waited.

"I have a real hard time reaching orgasm.  Sometimes I can't at all."  He
looked embarrassed.  "I want you to know that before we go any further."

"Do you get hard?"

He nodded, and I responded by reaching back down for his zipper.  Let's see
how much of a problem it really is. Part of me thinking that a hard man
that has a difficult time coming could be a lot of fun. I gave it a try.

Seven hours later I was still trying. He ate me twice. I was on top, on
bottom, on all fours, on the counter, in the shower.  Standing, sitting,
oral, manual. I tried every thing that I could think of to get this guy
off, and no go. I finally made him stop.  Sitting on his mom's marble
coffee table with my legs open, dripping and pumped raw. I can't even
remember how many times I came.  I like a challenge, but I was so
frustrated that I wanted to draw blood. He waited on the floor as I frowned
at him, playfully mean to assess the situation. I wasn't going to give up
even if it killed me.

When I frowned and narrowed my eyes at him.  I saw his cock stir,
stiffening.  No, it couldn't be this simple.  I growled, low in my throat.
More movement.  I laughed, and ordered him quickly.

"Come here."

He crawled over.  I widened my legs so he could get between them.

"Put your hands on my thighs."

He did it, trembling softly. I took his nipples with my nails, and pinched
them.  He looked at my face and was suddenly embarrassed. I touched his
cock.  Letting the little eye wink at me as I examined it.

"I've worked at this for seven hours."

He swelled.  I knit my eyebrows together.

"It needs to be punished for not giving me what I asked for."

I felt a flush of heat and was surprised the return of my desire.  I
figured that I was well fucked now.  I lost track of how many times I came
beneath him.  This sudden return was inexplicable.  I thought that I'd be
done by now, finished. I rested my toes on the floor. I twisted his
nipples, making him moan.

"I like to fuck, Eric. I like the feel of cock in my sex.  You have a nice
cock that needs a lesson in manners.  Put it inside me, but don't move it."

He knelt up and guided his cock in. I started flexing my sex around it with
strong clamping force. Milking it. Telling him how to move, when to move. I
pulled him against me, digging my fingers into his shoulders with brutal
force and ordered him to come in me. Right fucking now. He did. Bucking
into me and filling the air with the scent of sex. Collapsing finally over
my sweaty body. I ordered him to lie on the floor. Straddling him.

"Open your eyes."  I said stroking his hair, quietly pleased by his
compliance.  "Why didn't you just tell me what you really wanted?"  I
asked.

"Because it's kind of weird."  He blushed.  "I've never come the first time
with anyone.  I didn't want you to think that there was something wrong
with me."

"Why would it be weird?  Everybody needs some type of special attention to
make it good for him or her.  You need to be ordered around.  I can take
control from you.  Does that make me weird?"

He shook his head.

"You just couldn't ask for it. I figured it out."

I was very surprised that he felt so bad about what he needed.  He kept
talking.  Fear making him shake and softening his words.  I felt bad for
him.

"I like strong women.  I like to be talked too.  Told what to do." His
voice trembled with what could only be fear.

"Why are you ashamed of that?  Are you thinking that you aren't entitled to
ask for what you want?  I wanted you to eat me.  Should I have kept quiet?"

Another slow shake.

"I like you.  You're funny, caring, and talented.  You're good to me.  What
we do together is our own business.  If you need more than talk, you let me
know."

His hands trembled, and I could feel him getting hard again against my
thigh.

"Naughty boy."  I teased.
 I took his hands to hold them over his head.  Pinning his shoulders with
my elbows.  I bit his neck, and then licked it.  Whispering.

 "I feel you getting hard again. I have it in me to tease you until just
before you come again and leave you in torment.  Should I?"

 He shook his head.

"I would love to lay you over my lap, and warm those strong buns of yours,
but I'm pretty sure you'd come against my leg, wouldn't you?"

He shook his head, protesting he didn't like to be spanked.

"But I would want too, and you would let me."  His organ jerked making me
laugh. "You'll let me do what ever I want to with you; because I can give
you pleasure."

I traveled down his body, and nudged open his thighs.  Running one hand
under his butt.

"Virgin territory, I'll bet."  He twitched.  "I have you now.  I can tie
you up.  Make you beg. Make you come in my mouth so I can taste you."

Fluid leaked from the tip, and I licked it off.

"Make you eat your juice out of me, slowly.  Any thing I want."

I leaned up over him and put his cock in me.  Leaning up on my arms and
moving like a man does.

"Oooh, you are so hard, again.  So ready, so easy."

His breath was short and he looked like he was in pain.

"I feel you, deep inside me.  Hard and full.  Ready to shoot that big load
into my sex before you eat me to orgasm. I will make you eat me.  Slowly,
deeply.  Pulling all the cum from my deep well with your fingers so I can
lick them clean, so you better cum for me soon honey.  I want your face
against me, right now."

Eric arched off the floor and shot into me for what seemed like forever.
Spurt after spurt of hot fluid.  Jetting into my wet clamping sex.  His
face a study in animal rut.  I came again then I worked him until he was
soft.  Laying against his sweaty body in perfect satisfaction.

I really enjoyed Eric, and I think he enjoyed me. Okay, he did.  He said
that I was one of the most sensual people that he had ever met. He would
make love anywhere, any time. All I had to do was call, tell him I was on
my way and he'd meet me at the door with a smile and a hard-on. He cooked
for me. Painted my toenails and gave a great massage. He got transferred to
Chicago and we didn't last long after that. He wanted me to go, but I had
just gotten a great job with room for advancement. I was happy. Knowing
what I know now. I would have gone. I still miss him.

Finding someone else to play with has not been easy. Well, impossible is a
more accurate word. I went out with a couple of straight men. They were
less than adventurous than I and even less amenable to suggestion. Hell,
they wouldn't even tell me their fantasies so I had nothing to work with
even. I gave up, totally and I thought, completely. The convent was
starting to look pretty good.

It's a human thing really. Everything on the planet is different.
Emotionally and psychologically we are all diverse, yet even now most of us
are afraid to say anything about our diversity.  Afraid of what people will
think of us.

I went on this way for years. Six to be exact. It got so bad that I named
my shower massage. It became a great joke at work, when they weren't
calling me a Lesbian. That the reason it was unsafe to cross me was that I
had not had sex in so long.  I was a major bitch.

There were advantages in that. It eventually made them give me an Urban
Times. The local underground newspaper. That was where I finally came into
myself. They had ads in the back for people like me, to meet other people
like me. Us, the perverts.  I never answered any of the Ads, but I sure got
mileage out of them. For someone with an I.Q like mine, anything that
inflames the imagination is appreciated. That and the fact that I could
pick out an ad and build a scenario to match it in my head. Nice.

The most embarrassing thing was buying the equipment. I bought a really
nice whip the other day and the only reason that I got away with it was
that it was so close to Halloween. I still had to put up with S/M jokes,
but I didn't care.  It became an obsession. The thoughts whirling through
my head with breakneck speed.

I found the ad that I answered in the back of the paper. Not an out-call
service. It read like a support group. I could do that.  I needed the
support. I was lonely.  I was so hot that I felt like I was going to
explode. So I did what any prudent closet case does.

I screwed up my courage and made myself do what I truly wanted to do. I
called the number.