(authors note: like pt 01, more D/s than BDSM)
Molly was trying to reach a decision, and was on pins and needles about it.
A while ago, she'd met her new editor, Gwen. Gwen had implied that the only way that Molly's writing would improve enough to be publishable would be for her to experience firsthand the situations that she loved to describe in her stories. To that end, Gwen had Molly perform fellatio on an associate editor, Thomas. Molly also had to perform cunnilingus on Gwen herself. Both of those individuals had praised Molly's abilities, even though she'd felt rusty about giving a blow job, and had never eaten another woman's pussy before.
At Gwen's suggestion, Molly had hurried home and jotted down extensive notes about her experience. She'd done so, and then written a couple of new short stories, incorporating those elements. She drew upon the tastes, smells, sounds, and textures that she'd encountered, plus the feelings that doing those things evoked in her. After she'd submitted those new works to Gwen, the editor called her several days later and said, "Get dressed up. I'm taking you to a dinner party."
"What? When? Where? Why?" Molly blurted out, surprised.
Gwen laughed. "All you missed was 'how' – and the answer to that is 'in my car' – be ready in two hours."
Molly was miffed, but excited. Miffed, that Gwen assumed Molly'd be at her beck and call, with no previous plans. Excited, because something so mysterious was titillating, compared to her normal, humdrum daily life. She showered, did her hair and makeup, and put on her best dress, all with 15 minutes to spare.
Gwen did pick her up – in a lovely town car driven by a chauffeur. As they sat, chatting, in the rear seats, it was all Molly could do to keep from bouncing up and down with excitement. Eventually, they arrived at a large private home, more like a mansion. All of its windows were lit up, and they could hear soft music coming from inside as they approached the door.
Once they were admitted, Molly was shocked to learn that she and Gwen were guests at this dinner party, attended by the Board of Directors of the publishing firm. During the course of the evening, a dazzled Molly learned their opinions of her prior efforts in comparison with her latest writings. There seemed to be a consensus – many things were said, and they could be summarized by what one woman member of the board said to her.
"My dear. What an improvement! Prior to this, your writings were so banal. I hate to put that so bluntly. But Charlie insisted that you had potential. You were sort of a 'pet project' of his, I gather, so we tolerated it. Apparently, it took a woman like Gwen to give you the proper direction and motivation for your talent to finally blossom. This is why she is being fêted tonight as well." After a brief pause, the woman confided, "Your latest efforts got me quite aroused, I must admit." She finished with a whisper, "And my husband reaped the benefits later in our bed. He got quite inspired himself."
Molly left the dinner party flushed with success. That feeling of success was tempered with the humility of realizing how one-dimensional her writings had apparently been before Gwen's intervention. The members of the board were in agreement that her latest stories seemed to be much more alive and real. So, it looked like Gwen certainly had the right idea in trying to broaden her horizons. Also, the dinner party brought Molly to the realization that Gwen's success was at least partly tied to Molly's success, so maybe the woman could be trusted to be acting in Molly's best interests, in the long run.
To that end, Gwen wanted her to subject herself to more sessions like the one she'd had, suggesting that she probably needed to be fucked, and have her pussy eaten, too, and hinted she could provide these things to Molly. "I'd loved to be fucked by some handsome, lusty man, and have his mouth at my cunt," Molly admitted to herself, mentally. "But come to think of it, Gwen didn't specify whether the fucking would be oral, vaginal or anal." Even though she'd given blow jobs in the past, she didn't think any of them would qualify as a mouth fucking. And she'd never had anal sex, although she loved fantasizing about it in her stories.
Another thought occurred to her. "Gwen never said a man would be the one giving me cunnilingus. What if it's a woman? What if it's Gwen herself?" Even though she'd enjoyed eating Gwen's pussy, she wasn't sure she was ready to have a woman's face at her cunt yet.
But the thing that was really making Molly hesitate was Gwen's statement about bondage. She'd said something like, "Since you seem to like to write about bondage in your stories, I might have to arrange some experiences along those lines for you, if you want your stories to sound plausible." Molly remembered her first impression about Gwen. She recalled the cold cruelty she felt when she first met the woman. Her 'butch-like' appearance, and the aura of power that she radiated.
Molly was perhaps justifiably apprehensive about what such a woman might feel would be an appropriate bondage session. To what sort of 'training' she might have in mind for her. Molly had tried to get some ideas by calling Gwen, and asking who she had in mind to fuck her and eat her cunt, and asking her what sort of bondage experience Gwen could provide.
Gwen said, "Well, Molly, you'll just have to show up and find out. Anticipation and mystery are powerful stimulants, you know."
Being honest with herself, Molly had no problem with the idea of being fucked, even by a stranger. It'd been too long since she'd experienced that. And having someone dine on her cunt – well, that could be heavenly. Molly pressed her thighs together when she imagine that happening. She pressed them together even harder if she thought that a woman might be doing it, now that she was growing accustomed to the idea.
But the idea of putting herself into someone else's power – of being bound, perhaps by a stranger – that was scary. But Gwen was insistent that Molly experience all three things. "This is not a menu, where you select things à la carte. You're either up for this experience, or not. Didn't your first experience with us enhance your writing?"
Molly sighed. "Yes, Gwen, it did."
"Well then, think of the boost your writing will get after this," the editor purred seductively.
"But Gwen, let me be honest with you. The idea of being tied up or chained, helpless, scares me, because I've seen videos of horrible things being done to people, even if it was with their consent. They were whipped or caned until they bled. Some had needles put in places I never even want to think about! I never wrote about that sort of bondage play. It doesn't appeal to me at all!"
"Molly dear, I don't want you to worry. I don't have anything extreme like that in mind for you. Let's state your limits. I propose them to be: no blood, no scat play, and more focus on orgasm than on pain. Plus, you'll have a safeword like 'red', which, if you invoke it, will cause everything to stop immediately. To that end, I promise no gagging, so you can speak clearly. How does all that sound?"
Molly considered what she'd heard. "I guess that does make me feel somewhat relieved, Gwen. I'll think about it and get back to you."
"Good," Gwen replied. "If you think of any more limits, perhaps by watching some more videos, just let me know."
