Lately, Eva was left to her fantasies to warm her on the lonely nights that Anthony worked late. She began writing her lustful thoughts in a diary kept just for her eyes, in the hopes that one day she would have the courage to act on those fantasies with Anthony. In the meantime she kept them as fodder for her own moments of self pleasure. At first the fantasies were rather tame, nothing more than two people exchanging romantic interludes; the stuff of grocery store novels. Before Anthony, Eva didn't have much experience with men and it was beginning to show in her writing. She was getting tired of the vanilla sex that filled her pages, and the romance novel storylines were starting to blend together. She knew there had to be something more, something with more fire, but she was uninspired.
Eva slumped into the overstuffed easy chair next to her bed with a huff. Anthony had been working longer hours lately and she was finding herself missing him desperately. On work nights, when Anthony arrived home his routine was always the same; he would shower, eat and climb into bed, too tired to do anything more than cuddle. Eva was beginning to realize how much she longed for the days when she and Anthony were able to spend hours lingering over each others naked bodies and making love, as she liked to call it; until the early morning.
It was now passed midnight and Anthony wouldn't be home for several more hours. Eva was restless and reached to a book on her bedside table. Eva's best friend, Cecilia, lent her the book, advising her that it was exciting and erotic and sure to help pass the lonely hours while Anthony was gone. Eva had no idea that what Cecilia lent to her to pass away the boredom would cause a metamorphosis of unimaginable proportions. Eva sank into the chair beside her bed and began to read. Her porcelain legs dangled over the side and she relaxed as the breeze from the open window caressed her feet.
Eva began the first chapter and her eyes were wide and her mouth hung open in utter astonishment as she read of a woman's journey into sexual slavery. She was taken aback and aroused all at once and while she was disturbed somewhat by what she was reading, she felt compelled to read on. This was her first exposure to the dance of Dominance and submission. She had heard about the lifestyle, but could never imagine it being pleasurable. Ironically, by the middle of the second chapter, Eva was on fire with the thought of being bound, spanked and sexually tormented until finally being used as a pleasure toy.
While at one time she thought she would never be turned on by something that seemed so brutal, Eva found herself rocking her hips as she read, her sex throbbing with anticipation of what the lead character would next endure. Her fingers had sub consciously made their way down her silken nightie to her mound where they rubbed through the sheer material. Eva barely made it to the third chapter before she slammed the book shut. Her pussy was dripping as she imagined herself being in the lead character's place; being forced into sexual slavery, suffering cruel and erotic punishments at the hands of a strong, strict and yet passionate Master who would push her passed her inhibitions. It all seemed so taboo, but she was enthralled.
Eva picked up her diary and began to write. Her blazing thoughts drove her in a fury, barely keeping on the page with her racing pen. Her nipples strained against the fabric of her sheer nightie and her throbbing clit prodded her to finish. She glanced at the time as she shut her diary and realized that she still had time to take care of the ache in her sex before Anthony came home.
Eva lay on her bed, reached into her night stand and pulled out a flesh toned dildo; thrust it into her now drenched cunt and started to pump it slowly as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. Curious to see how her arousal was effected by pain, she pinched her left nipple hard and twisted, sending a small wave of electricity from her nipple to her clit. She pumped the cock faster into her sex, her copious juices now spilling into the crack of her ass and onto the down comforter beneath her. She reached down to her hard clit and began to stroke it as she fucked herself with the rubber cock. Eva's orgasm came quickly and harder than she ever had through self pleasure. She laid there for a moment while the last waves of her rapture faded, and withing minutes she drifted off to sleep. The dildo, that slid from her sated pussy as well as her open diary lay exposed on the bed next to her.
