Stallion in the Night (Part Six)

ELEVEN PM THAT NIGHT

The gentle whirring of Mia’s toys was interrupted by the chiming of clocks marking eleven. Mia quickly drew herself to yet another climax before packing up – she had work to do. She packed a bag with some binoculars, a flashlight, stakeout snacks, remote control vibrating panties in case she got bored, and a plethora of other tools-of-the-trade. Mia was ready for action. Tonight was another full moon, and the vicious beast behind the slayings would, without a doubt, be out in search of the blood of virgins. Surely the beast would be somewhere in the forest, like it had been the other night. Mia knew the perfect place to catch a glimpse of the monster, on her way into the village she had seen a secluded barn on the outskirts of town, and she was headed there now. From there she should be able to watch the beast while remaining hidden and safe.

Although Mia’s tightfitting leather pants and even tighter fitting leather top kept her concealed in the darkness, they did little to keep the cold out. Mia held herself tight, shivering as she felt her nipples grow hard from the cold. Two tell tale bumps emerged from beneath her shirt, like the noses of two mole rats poking out from the dirt towards the sun. It would almost have been embarrassing, but Mia was not worried, it was unlikely that she would be seen in her secluded barn by anyone – it was not as if she would find herself in the company of mysterious midnight visitor. At the thought, Mia felt a twinge betwixt her undergarments.[1]

Inside the barn, Mia climbed to the hayloft – here she would have a perfect view of the forest’s edge and the bordering town. Withdrawing a periscope from her sack, Mia began to scan the forest expectantly. What she soon saw, however, was very unexpected indeed. Raphael was strolling through the forest, and was heading straight to the barn! Mia quickly switched off her flashlight, held her breath and looked down at the barn below.

Raphael entered, carrying with him a large bail of hay. He effortlessly threw it atop a stack, his muscles rippling. Straightening up, Raphael began to unbutton his white shirt, which was near transparent from perspiration. Before she could stop herself, Mia let out an excited squeak. Looking up immediately, Raphael caught sight of her in the hayloft.

“Well, well, well. Back for more are we?” asked Raphael, one eyebrow raised.

Red with embarrassment, Mia climbed down from the loft sheepishly.

“You know this is private property right?” said Raphael, “You’re trespassing here.”

“Oh!” blushed Mia, “I’m so sorry. I was… um… bird watching.”

“I could call the police you know, or” he hesitated for a moment, “we could come up with a more personal punishment” Raphael pushed Mia roughly to her knees. Mia let out an excited ‘oh’.

This is what Mia wanted, what she needed – an erotically sensual experience to wipe out all her stress and worry. Raphael seemed like just the man for the job, but perhaps even more than just that. There was something between them; Mia could sense it, a spark of sorts. Perhaps she had finally found someone to fill the hole Sophie had left in her heart all those days ago.

“What are you going to do with me?” asked Mia, trying to sound scared, but her gyrating hips indicated otherwise. She looked up at him coquettishly, putting on her best “fuck me” eyes and subtly pushing her breasts together.[2]

“Well,” said Raphael sexily, “I think I’d better lock you up with these chains I have in my back pocket here, wouldn’t want you trying to escape your punishment now would I.”

Within moments Mia was chained up, spreadeagled across the barn wall, cuffed at her wrists and ankles. Raphael took a step back to admire his work, and Mia gave him her most devilishly seductive smile. ‘Now things were really heating up’ she thought.

“Hmm,” Raphael pondered, looking intently at Mia’s face, “It seems I forgot my gag.”

Mia motioned with her nose down to her pocket, “That’s alright” she laughed, “I always come prepared for any circumstances”

From her pocket, Raphael withdrew a chocolate flavoured ball gag and strapped it into position. “Now you’ve been a very naughty girl, haven’t you Mia,” chided Raphael, “What ever I shall I do with, to, you?”

Mia wanted desperately to speak against the ball gag, to beg for Raphael, to beg for his cock. She needed him to enter her, and quickly.[3] The seductive highlander stepped close to Mia, so close Mia could feel his breath against her skin, close enough that she could reach out with her tongue and taste him. She licked his face – it was delicious, like sex on a chocolate bed. Raphael let out a little chuckle as Mia struggled against her bonds to get closer, and began to unbutton her tight, frilly, leather shirt.[4] Withdrawing an Irish-Army Knife[5], Raphael cut through her studded, leather bra. Mia’s breasts sprung forth like matching jack-in-the-boxes – an astounding effort, considering that they were as hard as marble, and as perfectly sculpted.

“Ooh,” breathed Raphael at the wondrous sight, the bulge in his pants becoming noticeably larger. “Looks like I’m in danger, because you’ve got a pair of bazookas pointed right at me!”

Raphael’s witty comment made Mia feel the beginning of an orgasm sweep through her.

“Looks like my nipple clamps are only just going to be big enough” he said, fastening the metal prongs onto Mia’s prominent nipples.

Mia whimpered with delight, the pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure and excitement she was feeling elsewhere[6] in a near orgasmic sensation. Raphael leaned forward, leaving Mia breathless with the anticipation of what was to come. His soft hands worked their way across Mia’s body, brushing and massaging their way around her lower belly and down into her soaking panties. Her back arched in delight as she felt Raphael’s fingers slide up and down her slick channel.[7] A mischievous smile spread across Raphael’s face, and as he continued to work his left hand on Mia’s most delicate flower[8] in an almost magical fashion, he took out an old iron key from his pocket with his right. Mia’s eyes widened with confusion, and than widened even further, this time with shock, as the key quickly disappeared down her panties and she felt something cold and metallic enter her.[9] The jagged edges of the key massaged her most private opening[10] in the loveliest of fashions. Suddenly, and without warning, Raphael straightened up, took a step back and strode from the barn.

“I’ll be back at sunrise to unlock you,” he called as he exited the barn, waving back and laughing to himself.

‘Oh dear,’ Mia laughed to herself, ‘He really is a naughty boy, isn’t he.’ It was only seven short hours until night gave way to morning, and Mia knew she would be waiting every second in transfixed anticipation.

‘Or, on the other hand’ Mia speculated, ‘I could do something spontaneous, something naughty.’ Mia knew she had the magical means to escape these mere metal bonds; she could release herself and then sneak into Raphael’s bed to give him a ‘special morning surprise’.[11]

Mia searched deep inside of herself to find the power to shift the key from deep inside herself. She felt the power bubble in her lower pancreas and begin to burst forth, like pus from a squeezed pimple, like urine from a full bladder, or sperm from a stroked penis. Connected to this ancient and mystical source of witchiness, Mia was able to pull the metal key from her lower parts,[12] the rust grating against her sensitive insides almost bringing her to climax. Mia frowned; she had a better way to do this, a much better way. She pushed the key back inside and refocused her powers, this time not on the key but to the remote control to her vibrating panties. With a quick flick of a switch, Mia let the gentle vibrations flow through her body as she fell into the most blissful of dazes.

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[1] In her vagina.

[2] Helpful Hint #1: This is done to better emphasise one’s cleavage, making one more appealing to the opposite sex. This does not work if you are male, unless they’re into that (which they aren’t).

[3] In her vagina.

[4] You might think this must be the ugliest piece of clothing in the world, but we assure you it is sex manifest.

[5] Like a Swiss Army Knife, but Irish. Includes necessary tools like corkscrew, an assortment of knives and potato peeler.

[6] In her vagina.

[7] Her vagina.

[8] Her vagina.

[9] In her vagina.

[10] Her vagina.

[11] Sex. In her vagina.

[12] Her vagina.

Blogging Haven of Obedience: Chapter Forgy

Chapter Four opens at precisely seven thirty with our benevolent cast entering the reception room for speeches. In an internal monologue we hear that Simon is a shitty freelance journalist, so naturally, he became a sadist in order to sexually punish those who were successful in their life dreams. Sort of like the girl who wanted to grow up to be a lawyer, but due to her father’s crack addiction couldn’t afford university so instead prostitutes herself out to forty year old men who can’t otherwise get laid. But you know, different. We also get ourselves a very rare and sought after description of our main character, Natalie, who we learn has “Long wavy blonde hair” and a “slender figure”. The vivid imagery jumps straight from the page, and then molests you the way a forty year old man touches a seventeen year old prostitute. I’m not sure what that metaphor actually entails, but let’s assume that paragraph is suitably mocked. The sensual description is too much for poor Simon and his “manhood” fangasms over Natalie’s legs. That’s not to say that Natalie’s legs were caught in the crossfire of any bodily fluids –that comes later- but that her legs were the subject of Simon’s thoughts. As the audience to the remarkable display of excitement, we are left wondering how a man who gets off so very easily and quickly, can get a job to have sex with beautiful and attractive woman for a living. The plot thickens further when Simon’s manhood develops personal feelings for Natalie on the grounds that she is a more successful journalist than he.

Conveniently for the plot Simon is allocated to be Natalie’s tutor, alongside the presumably titillating Heather and salacious Chris. Simon steers any conversation with his group away from sex in order to “keep them on edge” and to confuse them, which apparently makes them “easier to control.” He then leads them to a sex-room with “no central light, only wall lights” as “part of Simon’s strategy for disorienting the visitors”. Completely baffled by the highly unusually and very complex lighting of the room Chris, Natalie and Heather can not even utter a word of protest when ordered to undress, which they do with brainwashed-fascist efficiency.

 Wall lights! Now'll she won't be able to NOT have sex with me!

After thoroughly describing Chris’s hobbies and exercise regime, the author remembers what type of book she is writing and quickly adds the sentence “He also had an enormous cock.” We expected no less from the man. Simon chastises Chris for his history of being far too quick “off the mark”, seemingly forgetting that earlier that evening he had jizzed in his own pants by merely looking at a woman’s legs. But ignore Simon’s hypocrisy, something sexy is about to happen!

Heather is ordered to “use your mouth on him until he’s hard”. How very sexy! But Heather disagrees and looks at Simon in horror, “I don’t even know him. That’s not something that I do-” Quite sensibly actually, did Chris even put on a condom? What if he has herpes? The action is diverted from the sexy transmission of disease and back to Natalie, who Simon realises is his perfect idea of a woman. Natalie –for once- doesn’t argue after being told to rub herself against Chris. We’re shocked too. Natalie is then moved to a bed in the room and placed on all fours, perspiration runs down her spine, sexy, sexy perspiration. The perspiration is just the beginning of the sexy fun, and Simon details a sexy game that Natalie must sexily play. She must race to orgasm before Chris does despite being in the horrific doggy-style position, otherwise she’ll be punished! Naturally, Natalie responds by wishing with every fibre of her being not be there and is completely horrified. But of course, and this should go without saying by now, she is very aroused as “all her nerve endings seemed to be jangling in expectation”. We assume here that ‘jangling’ isn’t referring to a sound, but a very sensual physical feeling. Natalie also reveals that she had almost come before just by rubbing herself against Chris’s back, even with her underwear still on. Regular sex though, that just isn’t good enough.

 

Suddenly, “With one quick thrust [Chris] was deep insider her, his enormous erection stretching her so much that it was almost painful”. Yummy.

Chris is told to slow down to give Natalie a chance to win her game, but Chris has the sportsmanship of a five year old and whines that “I’ve already had to wait” before erupting violently inside of Natalie. Just now I realise that previous sentence may have conjured up the image of a five year old having sex. Don’t do that. Due to her loss at the sexy game, Natalie will later have to be punished. Our heart goes out to her. Chris is then told to give Heather pleasure; Nat and Simon need to forcefully spread Heather’s legs apart so Chris can “flick at” her G-Spot with his inhumanly long tongue. Heather comes three seconds later, and she and Chris both depart with pitying looks to leave Simon and Natalie intimately alone. It’s time for her punishment.

Simon orders Natalie to bend over a stool, but she refuses and insists on being told what will come of her. Simon becomes agitated with Natalie and states “I don’t think you like taking [orders] at all”. He quickly backs off, because this is clearly something a dominator –teaching a person to be submissive- should never say. Too far man, too far. From this conversation Natalie decides Simon is very detached, and therefore very good in bed. Not the fact that he has a job as a dominator at a sex seminar.

Natalie finally relents and bends over the stool and is smothered with oil. This feels delicious. Simon then whips her on the buttocks with a latex crop, to which Natalie responds “That hurt!”. Simon replies, “It was meant to hurt. You’re being punished remember.” You can almost smell the rolling of the eyes. After being spanked a few times Natalie decides that it, in fact, feels great and tries in vain to masturbate herself against the stool. From here on there is the repeated use of “nub” and “sex lips”, possibly the least sexy euphemisms since “meat tunnel”. Despite the poor choice of words, Natalie’s “muscles slithered, coiled and gathered themselves together in a tight knot before dissolving into a blissfully intense orgasm that flooded through every inch of her body.”

This traumatic experience will certainly ensure that Natalie will try with all her effort to not be punished. And with that, Chapter Four comes to a blissful ending.

New Vocab:

Tiny, hard, little nub: we’re not sure if it’s meant to be tiny or just little.

Prediction for Chapter Five:

Natalie will fall further in love with the dreamy Simon, but still fail to grasp the concept of why she is here. This will eventuate in her being continuously punished… yet pleasured.

Alternatively: Simon, who is into tall, blonde-haired, blue-eyed women; who has a great appreciation for hierarchical command structures; who has a desire to command and dominate; and has a diabolical psychological knowledge of how to disorient and confuse people, will continue to develop Nazi-esque traits until it is ultimately revealed that the Haven is in fact a neo-fascist propaganda camp!

Blogging Haven of Obedience: Chapter Threesome

Six weeks later Natalie is driving herself to The Haven, found in Sussex, presumably because it has the word ‘sex’ in it. Filled with nerves, Natalie would have turned back if it weren’t for the fact that Jan had “risked everything by putting her forward”- a concept that still fails to make any sense. Upon arriving at The Haven, we are disappointed by how mundane it is, accept for a maniacally grinning receptionist. We are then treated with a riveting description of the carpet, so at least we know that Natalie’s feet are in for a good time.

To Natalie’s surprise, she is asked to wait in her room for one of the instructors, rather than be immediately ushered into a room full of other guests- perhaps for an orgy. After a sadly non-descriptive shower scene a “tall, dark man” comes to see her for a quick interview. Forgetting his pen, Simon looks for one and we are then treated to the most engaging description in the book yet. “Use mine.” Natalie tells him, before recounting an epic tale spanning the entirety of the pen’s lifetime. Uninterested in not-so-small-talk about pens, Simon jumps right to the end of the chase and asks Natalie when she last orgasmed. Natalie, attending a super secret sex seminar in Sussex to become a submissive is clearly shocked to be asked such a sexually-oriented question and refuses to discuss it. She doesn’t believe that it is any business of theirs, forgetting that their business is to run a super secret sex seminar in Sussex to train submissives. 

Once Simon makes it clear that she either must obey him, or leave the Haven, she reluctantly answers his question. Natalie informs us that she hasn’t masturbated for over two months due to a lack of time. Apparently she is far too busy either working or drinking large quantities of wine. Simon heavily implies that Natalie must be a terrible lover, because she doesn’t “keep in practice”. He orders her to undress and to sit in a creepy masturbation chair.

 Googling "Masturbation Chair" resulted in the creepy...

 The horrifying...

 And the strangely New Zealand.

It is now that we discover that this “dark” man actually has a “very pale complexion”, but ignore that inconsistency, he has “wonderful cheekbones”. Wordlessly, Simon arranges Natalie so her whole vulva is on view. Ordered to masturbate, Natalie blurts out in shock and horror- partly at the fact that he wants her to masturbate in front of him, but also because he wants her to masturbate in a way she isn’t use to. Natalie is feeling highly embarrassed, “very awkward” “and trapped”, she wants to “weep with humiliation”, her hands are “damp with nervousness” and the whole situation is “almost unbearable”. Fortunately for Natalie she strokes her breast lightly, once, and all her worries instantly disappear and she starts gyrating. In fact, she is so turned on you can now sail not seven, but eight seas, and Natalie quickly becomes frustrated when Simon doesn’t let her masturbate right away. When finally allowed to touch herself, Natalie’s nipples stand out proudly and her “sex lips” open up. While Natalie shoots herself to a “violent orgasm” we are left wondering if “Sex Lips” is the least sexy euphemism since “Bearded Clam”. Thinking euphemisms couldn’t get any worse we are then exposed to Natalie’s “tight nub” and the “soft channel inside her outer sex lips”.

With our first masturbation scene of the book over we move onto more innocent topics- Natalie’s favourite sex position. We are not surprised that it is “on top” where she can have “the most control”. Natalie again finds a reason to be shocked and appalled when the possibility of bondage is mentioned, apparently forgetting again that she is at a super secret sex seminar in Sussex to become a submissive. Simon is frustrated by Natalie’s stupidity and wonders how she even ever found out about The Haven. Natalie weaves a carefully constructed lie, making sure to omit any reference of Jan who isn’t allowed to tell anyone about The Haven. That is, of course, until she does tell. Which apparently never mattered in the first place.

Upon Simon’s departure, Natalie decides to go on a stroll around the grounds. In the hallway she hears some “strange guttural noises”, and ignoring the clear parallels with some sort of gory horror movie, decides to investigate. What she finds does not disappoint- a blindfolded, handcuffed and stark-naked man. Sadly for us, he is not being brutally murdered, but is rather getting a blowjob from the manically grinning receptionist. After watching for a perversely long time, the chapter closes with Natalie left frightened and highly aroused.

New Vocab:

Sex Lips: Uh, um… her labia?

Tight Nub: Clitoris?

Soft channel inside her outer sex lips: The bit between her Labia Majora and Labia Minora?

Plot Holes:

Is worried about revealing that Jan told her about The Haven, even though it is advertised through word of mouth and Jan was Natalie’s sponsor.

Prediction for Chapter Four:

Natalie will continue to struggle with the concepts of BDSM, Bondage and Submission. She will be humiliated, embarrassed and hurt, but still aroused. Despite having a dreadful time, she will be determined to continue. Meanwhile, the manically grinning receptionist will begin to torture and ultimately murder the guests, one by one, until only she, Natalie, Simon and Jan remain.

Blogging Haven of Obedience: Chapter Two

Our prediction for chapter two is immediately defenestrated when the real heroine of the story is introduced- Natalie, a “tall, slim and typically cool English blonde.” It is clear Natalie is the main character, for at least we know her hair colour. Though what is meant by “typically cool English blonde” is so unclear, that even Google is confused.

 

 Showing everything from these...

To this.

Though, we can safely assume that she has big boobs.

In this chapter we learn that there is actually some form of story line, however superficial. We learn that Natalie is the best friend of Jan, she runs a successful magazine for high-powered business women, and is unlucky in love. However, despite what that previous sentence may make it sound like, the salad Natalie eats for dinner gets more of a description than she does. We also learn that our ‘heroine’ likes to sit in her own self-misery, pining after lost friends, drinking large quantities of wine and eating well described salad- presumably without cutlery. Jan on the other hand, is having a roaring social life as a submissive, with every night for two months being filled with orgy parties.

Natalie manages to squeeze in a meeting with her friend to eat some pasta we learn more about than the two of them combined. Natalie notices that Jan is “tense”, “strained”, “panic-stricken”, “strange” “completely different” and “looking really well”. One of these things doesn’t seem to match up. Nevertheless, Natalie demonstrates her ability to absorb only one sixth of her own thoughts and endeavours to discover Jan’s secret. We can only conclude that Natalie is a disturbed individual, because she wants to see the same changes in herself. Natalie pries from Jan that it all had something to do with her mysterious weekend away, and quickly wishes to learn more.

Jan remains elusive, not wishing to let Natalie know too much about this secret society, and finally admits that she simply isn’t allowed to tell Natalie, and that you can only learn about it through word-of-mouth. Natalie comes to the conclusion that it must be a business seminar and is secretive because it is for the “incredibly fit”. Clearly Natalie is not only a disturbed individual, but dangerously stupid.

“It’s a seminar in sex” Jan needs to tell her as bluntly and straightforwardly as possible, clearly beating around the bush would make her late for the orgy. Natalie is shocked, appalled and totally interested by the concept of a sex seminar. Natalie is shocked, appalled and totally interested by the fact that Jan is now a submissive. Natalie is shocked, appalled and totally interested by the fact that guests of The Haven are ‘punished’. Natalie also makes it clear that she “Isn’t naïve” and “couldn’t imagine any sexual situation where she wouldn’t be able to cope”. Either Natalie doesn’t understand the meaning of ‘naïve’, or desperately lacks an imagination. Right now, combine the below images into a sexual scenario:

 

Hooded Spandex Full Body Binder Sack

Houdini Locking Steel Cock Chastity

 

Prince's Wand

 Sexy Sadist Cock Ring

 "The Cannon"

 The Extreme Anal Spreader

 "The Plow"

 Zeus Electric Urethral Sound Kit

Can you begin to fathom a scenario you mightn’t be able to cope with? Do all possible scenarios end up with you in the ICU?

The two girls finish their meal and make their goodbyes, so engrossed in their conversation they don’t even pause to pay for their highly detailed pasta. The chapter ends with Natalie’s arousal at the idea of being dominated, and the readers feeling hungry for Italian.

New Vocab:

Delicious hot liquid pleasure: Semen?

Typos:

Ididn’t

Plot Holes:

The Haven is only advertised by word of mouth, but the guests are forbidden to talk about it.

Prediction for Chapter Three:

Natalie goes to The Haven, where she finds it difficult to cope and humiliating, yet strangely arousing.

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