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Certain people in the scene just can't deal with
permeable boundaries, you know? I've taken a lot of grief too, for
being a switch. Once I was practicing with a signal whip in a club while
wearing a collar, and somebody walked up to me in evident agitation and
said, ‘Well -- what, what ARE you?’ ‘A human,’ I said.
~ Rebecca Brook, Moderator of Leatherchurch
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SCENEsubmissions
November 30th, 2003
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Fall Fiction Special; An Envious Lot, an Excerpt from Original Sins By
Lisette Ashton
Black Rose – Poem By William
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An Envious Lot, an Excerpt from Original Sins
By Lisette Ashton
me@lisetteashton.co.uk
www.lisetteashton.co.uk
Karina sorely envied the naked brunette.
She was dragged onto the podium to bask in the warmth of a cold
spotlight. A murmur of approval wafted through the crowd, someone
wolf-whistled, and a couple of others laughed with what sounded like
drunken merriment.
Charlie held her by one arm, his gap-toothed smile edged with malicious
pleasure. He turned her around so every inch of her bare body was made
visible to the audience. The only parts of her skin that remained
covered were those strips of flesh hidden by the chains of her bondage.
‘Lot 67,’ Robert said calmly. The microphone carried his words over the
muttering voices and instilled an expectant silence. ‘She’s a pleasing
specimen of feminine servility, nice titties, good legs and a backside
that loves being slapped and slapped again. Her pedigree is uncertain
and there’s no deeds of indenture, but I do have signed GP certification
to prove she’s clean and healthy. On that note, I should add she doesn’t
eat much so, to fulfill all nutritional requirements, her diet is
currently being supplemented with canine vitamins.’
Sitting at the back of the auditorium, watching with horror and
disbelief, Karina shook her head in silent refusal. She still couldn’t
believe Robert - quietly spoken, calm, unassuming Robert - was playing
the role of auctioneer: it seemed so totally out of character. She had
no problem accepting Charlie’s involvement. Charlie was a low-life,
despicable piece of scum who would do anything for a cheap thrill or a
fast buck. Charlie couldn’t say hello on a morning without glancing at
her cleavage or trying to see above the hem of her skirt; Charlie could
seldom manage two consecutive sentences without using the word twat,
fuck, shit or bastard; Charlie couldn’t help but undress Karina with his
gaze and make lewd suggestions at every opportunity. But Karina would
never have imagined Robert being involved with a slave auction. Never in
a million years.
‘She’s toilet-trained,’ Robert continued blithely. ‘She swallows. She
swings both ways. And I’m told she likes it in any hole available.
According to the seller, she can be bound, gagged, pierced, tattooed or
branded, although, as you can all probably see, she’s a clean canvas at
the moment.’
Karina pressed a hand over her lap and moaned. Ever since they had
brought the woman on to the podium there had been a tingling between her
legs and now it buzzed like an electric charge. She pressed more firmly
against her cleft and was rewarded by a spark of elation. Her nipples
stood stiff inside her bra, weighing uncomfortably against the cotton
fabric. Growing more excited with every second, she was thankful for the
shadows that were keeping her arousal discreet.
‘Who’ll start me?’ Robert asked. ‘Who wants to make the first bid for
this splendour of feminine loveliness?’
Karina held her breath, glanced around the group, and wondered if anyone
might take him up on the offer. She half-expected the auction to be
revealed as a hoax - someone would turn the lights on while Robert
pointed and they all laughed at her gullibility - but, as the silence
crept on, Karina began to realize that wasn’t going to happen. She began
to accept she was attending a genuine slave auction and Robert - quietly
spoken, calm, unassuming Robert - was the auctioneer.
‘Who’ll start me?’ he asked again, wafting his gavel and glancing into
the shadows of the auction hall. ‘You all know there’s only one lot at
these "specialist" auctions. Who’ll give me the night’s first bid?’
Shocked by a thrill of unbidden arousal, Karina gasped with surprise and
snatched her hands away from her crotch. She knew, if she continued
touching so boldly, it wouldn’t be long before she caught herself
masturbating. She wasn’t prone to pleasuring herself in public places,
the idea was so crass it bordered on being repulsive but, with the
discretion of the darkness and all that was happening on the podium, the
impulse was hard to resist. The urgency of her need, and her body’s
demand for satisfaction, threatened to override her better judgment.
‘Do I hear five hundred from the back of the room?’ Robert asked
hopefully. ‘Do I hear four?’
The woman in the spotlight was a beautiful creature, her bondage
displaying every aspect to exciting perfection. Her brunette tresses
were tied back, away from her heart-shaped face, in a pony-tail that
cascaded down her bare back. She stared out at her potential buyers
through the slender lengths of chain that triangulated across her face
and held the red, rubber ball-gag firmly in her mouth.
Watching intently, Karina shivered. She couldn’t decide if the tremor
came from a voyeuristic thrill, or the idea of being in the woman’s
humiliating position. Both were powerful stimulants and brooding on
either made the temptation to touch herself even more irresistible.
The brunette’s arms were cuffed behind her back and fastened to the
collar encircling her throat. Her breasts were fat and swollen and
displayed for everyone to see. A steel bar - a spreader bar,
Karina decided - lay between her orbs. It was suspended by small, shiny
clips that bit wickedly into the woman’s nipples.
‘Do I hear three hundred from the back?’ Robert called again. With what
sounded like growing doubt he asked, ‘Do I hear two fifty?’
‘I want to see it working!’
The exclamation came from the rear of the hall and Karina was able to
detect the silhouette of the man who had shouted. He reminded her of the
kiosk attendant from Sinners night-club where Robert had taken her the
previous week. At the time she had thought the man seemed an
unremarkable figure: attractive but nothing spectacular. Yet she now
remembered every detail about him and had no difficulty identifying him
across the crowded floor of the dimly lit room. She cast her glance from
the attendant to the brunette on the podium and wondered if the man was
really interested in buying the woman and owning her as his slave. The
concept left Karina shivering and she tried vainly to believe that her
reaction was inspired by disgust.
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Black Rose
By William
tonguetiedpoet@yahoo.com
the black rose is all I see
while I ponder endlessly
black petals
black stem
black thorns calling for blood
it burns
dark twin of a candles flame
the black rose is all I see
seducing every part of me
dark flame
alive
the host of empty hearts
the black rose is all I see
and all I ever want to be
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