THE SORORITY SISTERS, Crème No.1 -- A fantasy for Susan
Introduction:
Crème came to me a month ago, a shy, timid girl who wanted to spread her wings. We chatted and got acquainted, and she told me about her limited sexual experience and mild fantasies. To learn more and perhaps break her out of her reticence, I asked her to write an erotic fantasy story for me.
The rules were simple. Write about anything that comes into your head. Do not censor what comes to you, just write it down. No editing, no filtering. Just write. And when it is done -- and you will know when it is done -- send it to me.
After a short delay she came back with a single question, "Mistress, may I put you in the story?" The answer, of course, was yes; there can be no limitations placed on this type of creative writing; anything goes.
This, with a little editing for grammar, paragraph formation, and image adjustment, is what Crème sent to me.
Susan James
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Susan,
Here it is...my fantasy tale assignment for you. I am ashamed by parts of it, but you asked me to send you what came out of my mind, without editing. And I have. I hope you don't think badly about me....
I am standing in a dark room. I don't know how I got here. I am a bit frightened. I call out, "Is anyone here? Hello, can anybody hear me?"
Silence, followed by more silence. I call out again.......nothing. The only sound I can hear is my heart beating like crazy. I continue waiting......I would leave but I don't know which way to go. Finally, after several minutes I hear a door opening. The lights in the room come on and in walks a large Black man. He is wearing a black hood over his head with openings cut out for his eyes, nose and mouth. He is wearing black leggings and no shirt. This man is absolutely huge.
Standing beside him is a strange, ugly man. At least I think it is a man. He is only about five feet tall and very hairy. He looks like some kind of large dwarf with a hunchback stance. The hair on his head looks dirty and disheveled, hanging down to his shoulders. It is a dirty blond color as is all the hair almost covering his misshapen body. In the dim light his eyes seem to glow -- an intense bright blue that look startling in this weird "person." He is naked except for a broad leather collar. A leash leads from the collar to the Black man's hand.
The Black man drops the leash and says to his companion, "Stay here, Yellow." His voice is as deep as his skin is dark. He walks away from the obedient Yellow, and comes toward me. He stops about three feet in front of me. I am scared.
He says, "Take your clothes off." I do nothing. I stand there mesmerized......shaking.
He says in a slightly louder voice, "I said take your clothes off.....now."
I am terrified. I can tell this man is serious now. I am afraid of the consequences if I disobey him. I begin removing my clothes and dropping them on the floor. Soon I am naked.....stark raving naked. I can feel myself trembling.
The man then says, "Follow me." I know I must do as he says.
He leads me out of the room and we begin walking down a long hallway until we stop at another door. He opens this door and lets me walk into the room first. Then he follows me in and closes the door behind us.
This room is dark except for a single light bulb hanging from a cord in the middle of the room. He hits a button on the wall and I watch two chains slowly descend from the ceiling. There is a large ring fastened to the end of each chain. The Black man leads me over to stand underneath the light and the rings hanging from the ceiling. I watch as he removes two sets of hand cuffs from his pocket. He then attaches a handcuff to each of my wrists and then attaches the other end to one of the rings. He returns to the button on the wall and he raises the chain until my arms are stretched out straight up in the air. I think I detect a cruel smile on the Black man's face right before he turns and leaves.
The room is silent again and I am even more terrified than before. What is this all about? How did I get here? All I have is questions.........questions without answers.
After about five minutes I think I can hear a sound. It is slowly getting louder. It's getting closer. It is a familiar sound......it sounds like high heels walking on a hard floor. The door opens and someone enters the room but I cannot see who it is. The person begins to move toward me and eventually enters the limited area of light in this room. It is you Susan!