November 4, 2013

The List 1: Making the List

Posted in stories tagged , , , at 6:51 am by littlesubmissions

Some last minute rearranging of posts, so previews will be a little out of whack until I get them fixed. I’m also experimenting with writing longer stories, so this is a first parter. Of a many parter. Parter.

She groaned and leaned back in her chair, slowly counting to five. He disabled another oxygen system and watched the tiny crew of the spaceship on the screen panic and being frantically working to fix their air supply. Finally, she shook her head and looked over at him. “You are not allowed to give internet advice anymore. Ever. In a million million years.”

He pushed more power to the shields and looked over at her with a frown. “Why? What did I do wrong?”

She turned back to the computer and started to read. “NewSubHawksFan asked how he could best approach a dominatrix, and you suggested that he taunt her, in the hope that she will become so cross she’ll make a mistake. Those are words, that you made in your head, and sent to someone else, who was looking for help.”

He tried not to laugh and failed, then forced his expression into a somber stare. “It’s a classic movie, she might go for it, you never know.”

She shook her head. “I really don’t thinks so.”

“Buy you a Coke if she murders him?” He tried not to grin, but not very hard.

She forced herself to count to five again, and then sighed. “I’ll tell you what, since you have time to dispense internet advice, and you’re an absolutely horrible person, you can make me a list.”

He glanced back at the screen and paused the game. “What kind of list?”

She fished a notepad and a pen out of the desk, and tossed them over to him. “I want a list describing what each of your body parts is for. You can get to work on it now.”

He saved and exited the game, then flipped open the notebook and found a blank page. He leaned back against the couch, and started to write.

Its eyes are for being blindfolded.
Its ears are for hearing orders.
Its mouth is for drinking piss.
Its neck is for wearing a collar with a leash attached.
Its back is for being beaten.
Its nipples are for being clamped.
Its chest is for being punched.
Its hands are for being restrained.
Its cock is for being tortured.
Its ass is for being beaten.
Its legs are for being beaten.
Its knees are for kneeling.
Its feet are for being caned.

He cleared his throat, and she looked up and held out her hand.

He walked over, and handed her the pad of paper. She plucked the pen from his shirt pocket, and chewed on the end while staring at the computer screen. He stood there for several minutes, waiting patiently, until she minimized the screen and slid the keyboard back. She dropped the notepad on the desk and pulled the lid off the pen.

“Hmm… let’s see.” She went down each line, crossing them off one by one. When she was done, she handed it back. “That list isn’t specific enough. You can use it as a reference, but start over. I’m also surprised, are you sure your cock is only for torturing?”

Its eyes are for being blindfolded.
Its ears are for hearing orders.
Its mouth is for drinking piss.
Its neck is for wearing a collar with a leash attached.
Its back is for being beaten.
Its nipples are for being clamped.
Its chest is for being punched.
Its hands are for being restrained.
Its cock is for being tortured.
Its ass is for being beaten.
Its legs are for being beaten.
Its knees are for kneeling.
Its feet are for being caned.

He looked down the crossed off items and nodded, then met her eyes. “No ma’am, I mean yes ma’am, I mean…”

She nodded and handed him the pen. “Get back to work.”

He looked at the previous list carefully, considering each item, then started writing again.

Its hair is for being pulled.
Its head is for being stuffed in a bag.
Its eyes are for being blindfolded.
Its nose is for being clamped.
Its ears are for hearing orders.
Its mouth is for being gagged, silencing it and letting drool fall out.
Its tongue is for licking boots, cunt, and ass.
Its throat is for swallowing piss.
Its neck is for wearing a collar with a leash attached.
Its back is for being beaten.
Its nipples are for being clamped.
Its chest is for being punched.
Its stomach is for having degrading words written on.
Its hands are for being restrained.
Its fingers are for massaging your sore muscles.
Its balls are for being tortured.
Its cock is for fucking.
Its ass is for being beaten.
Its asshole is for being violated, with dildos, buttplugs, or hands.
Its legs are for being beaten.
Its ankles are for being hobbled.
Its knees are for kneeling.
Its hands and knees are for crawling.
Its feet are for being caned.

He looked over the list again, then a second time, and put the lid back on the pen. He stood up and walked back over to her. She took the pad of paper, tapped it against the desk, and started reading. “Interesting additions. I note that you didn’t mention your cock was for having orgasms or coming. That seems like an unfortunate omission.”

He leaned over, and scanned down the list. “Was that an option? Because I could…”

She cut him off with a wave of her hand. “No, this list looks fine without any revisions. We’ll start going through it now, although I think I’ll start at the bottom of the list. A good caning across the soles of the feet always focuses your attention wonderfully.” She looked up at him. “And we will go through the entire list, or we’ll start over at the beginning until we do.”

She grabbed his belt and dragged him closer. “I bet your balls are going to be really full after you fuck my brains out and don’t come. It’s going to be so much fun torturing them with your cock all hard and frustrated, dripping pre-cum, and you fighting not to orgasm. Maybe I’ll milk you before and after just to see how much come they make while fucking me. It ought to be nice and cold by the time we get to your tongue is for licking.”

He shuddered and closed his eyes, leaning back just far enough to keep pressure on the waistband of his pants, to feel her grip on his clothes. “Yes ma’am.”

She let go and watched him stumble backwards. “Take your clothes off and wait for me in the bedroom in the cane in your hands and your feet out. And what did we learn?”

He tried to keep his thoughts fuzzy while still processing the question. “Not to give bad internet advice?”

She nodded. “When we’re done, you’ll write something about the merits of taunting dominatrices and hoping they’ll become so cross they’ll make a mistake.” She stood up, and smashed her lips against his. “Because a mistake might be that I forget where I am on the list, and have to start over. Now go.”

He moaned and licked his lips as she pulled away, and then shuffled towards the bedroom. She saved her document and shut off the computer, grinning to herself. His horrible ideas really made it easier to do this, and she loved him for it. Not that she’d ever tell him that.

It would ruin all the fun.

Preview: The List 2: Caning

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