Note from the Author
Many of my Literotica stories are, to at least some degree, autobiographical. They describe either actual events, an amalgamation of actual events, or an embellished version of actual events.
In the
Little Emily Dreams series
, while I obviously draw on real-life experiences, I am not writing stories about something that happened to me. These are instead fantasy pieces about what could happen, what I might want to happen, or maybe what you'd like to happen.
This short piece is different again. It's certainly a fantasy; one that I have had from time to time. But it's rather a dark fantasy. As mentioned elsewhere in my writing, I am not a big fan of non-consensual sex. What I portray here is intended as fundamentally consensual, but I appreciate I'm possibly in something of a gray area. What people think and what they feel can be different.
This is
not
a regular Emily Miller story. If you were hoping for some light-hearted teasing by a naughty girl, then maybe read one of the other stories in my Fantasy series instead.
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I'd been given instructions. Put on everything that has been laid out and then wait. I was alone in a side room, windowless and dimly lit. It was furnished sparsely; an armless wooden chair and a slatted wooden bench. On the latter was a pair of high-heeled, long, black leather boots. I recognized them as my own. I have little feet, even for my 5'1" stature, and it's hard to find shoes sometimes. These had been custom-made for my doll-feet. Next to them were three other items. A black leather collar, deep and with a rather strange shape; wrist-cuffs; and a black, felt bag with a buckled, leather strap and a mid-sized steel ring attached.
I kicked off of my Keds, unbuttoned and peeled down my jeans and pulled my T-shirt up and over my head. I didn't often wear a bra, it was kinda superfluous. I rolled my panties over my hips and stepped out of them too. Nude now, and feeling a little chilly, I unzipped the boots, stepped into each, and closed them snuggly around my lower legs and thighs. They weren't going to keep me warm, but at least my feet were no longer touching the cold, stone floor. The wrists-cuffs, which I now realized were also mine, were next. I was very accustomed to attaching them. The other items were new, though I understood their purpose clearly. I'd asked to do this, but now, feeling small, a little worried, and covered in goosebumps, I was beginning to have second thoughts. Maybe third thoughts as well. Come on, you wanted this, be a brave girl.
I debated the order in which to put on the remaining two items, deciding on the bag and strap first. I held it up. The bag was open wide at one end, which had a drawstring. In the side, strategically placed, was a small circular hole; the edges of which were attached to the steel ring via six narrow loops of material. I opened my mouth wide and slipped the ring inside, nestling it just behind my front teeth. It was a stretch, then that was the point. I'm not sure that my dentist would have approved. The bag dangled down from my mouth, for all the world like black vomit; hopefully not an omen. I pulled the strap behind my head and buckled it securely. Making a mental note of where the collar was, I pulled the bag up and back and over myself. It covered my head entirely, down to my neck. I tried opening and closing my eyes, it made no real difference; but a little light was permeating from the open end. I felt for the drawstring and pulled it tight around my neck, so that my head was entirely encased. It got darker. I was now blindfolded, with my mouth held wide open and accessible through the hole in the hood. All the better to, well I probably don't have to explain, do I?
I felt for where I remembered the collar was lying and put it around my neck. A narrow, saddle-shaped section sat on either shoulder. A third one, facing up instead of down, nestled under my chin, tilting it slightly up. The collar also had the effect of holding my head at a fixed attitude. I reached back and fastened the buckle behind my neck by feel. When you have the sort of friends that I do, you get quite skilled at this sort of thing.
Ready, I bent and fumbled for the edge of the bench. Finding it, I sat. Head in a bag, mouth gaping and mostly nude. I hoped they wouldn't make me wait too long. Oh yes, it was they. Six of them to be precise.
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It did seem a long time that I was waiting. It's all part of the game of course, increase apprehension, generate tension, supposedly this leads to enhanced release. But it didn't feel like that, sitting in total darkness, feeling my nipples become erect from the cold. Being deprived of sight, I tried to listen, but the only sounds were occasional, muffled voices and what could have been the clink of chains. Then the door opened.
I was expecting a familiar voice, but this guy was new to me. Actually guys, there were two of them. They told me to stand and I obeyed, wobbling a little with no visual reference. I heard a swish. I heard a crack. And pain burst into my brain, care of a left breast that had been flogged. The multiple tails are unmistakeable. I screamed, though it came out mangled by the steel gag. Apparently I had been too slow standing. You try standing blindfold in high heels! But I didn't dare to say it; not that anything I said would be intelligible in any case. Instead I caressed my burning flesh.
Another swish-crack. Pain leapt from my right breast now. As best I could tell, it was the second guy this time. Now the problem was that I should have kept my hands by my sides. I felt hot pin-pricks in my eyes and hot lines across my chest. Guy two pulled my arms behind me and clipped my wrist-cuffs together. No more soothing stroking. I was told to walk and stepped forward hesitantly. Guy one tweaked both my nipples for that. Guy two at least helped by putting a guiding hand on my butt, though he seemed unable to resist slipping a finger between my ass-cheeks and shallowly into my ass. Despite the anal distraction, I managed to make it to the next room without either falling or incurring further punishment. I already felt used and abused, a little scared even; who were these people? I hoped to hear a familiar voice soon. Even so, I could also feel my clit throbbing and juice slowly oozing from my vagina. I'd been in situations like this before, I could handle it. Sure I could handle it, right? Was I trying to convince myself?
A few more paces and I was told to stop. I felt, more than heard, other people in the room. Now I have to turn round and then kneel. I was expecting the latter of course; it was the whole point. I was also expecting to have only my boots to protect my knees from the stone floor and was pleasantly surprised to sink into what felt like a towel, doubled over. Maybe things wouldn't be that intense. Was part of me a little disappointed? Perhaps. I didn't have too long to worry about the vagaries of my psyche as I was told to lift my arms.
The sound of clinking again, and very clearly now. A guy took each arm and attached my cuffs to two chains. I could feel their weight, their catenaries pulling my arms sideways. I was told to spread my legs and I shuffled my knees further apart. I knew what was coming next. The crack of the flogger on my exposed pussy made me yelp and flinch. I thrashed in my bonds. Again and harder. I screamed wordless syllables through my gag. Then two simultaneous blows on my ass. How many floggers did they have? At least six, as blows landed on both butt-cheeks, both breasts, my back and my tender vulva. I've been punished before, but this was a lot. I found myself uselessly struggling against the chains. Again six blows, my flesh was on fire. I roared uncontrollably; maybe the wrong reaction. The synchronized blows rained down again. I focused the burning on my clit, I embraced the pain. I could do this. Fuck! No I couldn't, the next sequence landed on already tortured flesh and inflamed it further. Maybe it was obvious that my limit was close as the assault on my body ceased, leaving me sobbing and panting.
