Subject: STORY (F/m): Puppetry
From: Dreamtime
Date: Sun, Jan 25, 1998 23:56 EST
Message-id: <19980126065622.29118.qmail@www06.netaddress.usa.net>
Well, here it is: my first attempt at erotic fiction. I wrote it a
few months ago as a birthday present for my subhub. It's much more
psychological than explicit, but I certainly had fun writing it.
Enjoy.
Slaps & tickles,
Dreamtime
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PUPPETRY
It's 5:30 p.m., the aftermath of one of our usual Saturday afternoon
bouts. Funny how I always win. Just when you had found a position in
the cage painless enough to get a little sleep, you hear rattles as I
fumble with the lock.
"Hello, boy. Tonight, I'm going to make you a star."
I'm not sure which strikes you more, my confusing words or the smirk
on my face as I utter them. You crawl out of your home and notice a
little gift I have come up with for you: a bodysuit made of shiny
black latex.
"Try it on. It's like stepping into a balloon."
When you slither out of the bathroom looking like the panther I've
always thought you were, I order you to turn around so I can inspect
the full package. Really, you shouldn't be so embarrassed; you have
just the kind of body that deserves to be spotlighted in this way.
Thoroughly satisfied (at least, for now), I slip a back hood over your
head, with a slit at the mouth allowing for only a few atoms of oxygen
at a time. The last thing you see is my smile.
You and I are in the back seat of a car driven by one of the ladies
I've been having over for tea (which reminds me, I must teach you the
difference between English Breakfast and Darjeeling ... unless, of
course, you *want* to be caned again). I'm trying to think up a name
for myself. You, of course, are Sexboy; the name amuses me, just like
you.
How about Dreamtime? It's the story of Mother Earth, as told by the
aborigines. The word is feminine, powerful, mysterious, and just cool.
Lady Dreamtime. That's it. I purr as your head falls into my lap ... I
might as well let you have a little bit of sleep.
****
You wake up, still seeing nothing, and hearing a crowd in the near
distance. You're aware of planks of hardwood under your feet and the
heat and pressure of the rubber all around you. I get you to stand up,
then I tie some things around your wrists and waist.
"Showtime."
You pick up on a voice from a bad microphone mention a "Dreamtime and
her pet," then with a flick of my wrist, you're suddenly dragged by
what must be some stretchy cords across the hardwood and into a field
of heat. It's a spotlight. Just when you try to take a deep breath
and piece together what is happening, the first few bars of that tune
by Garbage start to blare in your ears.
I would die for you
I would die for you
I've been dying just to feel you by my side, to know that you're mine
Thanks to the spotlight, you can get a sense of my shadow dancing
around you and holding on to the cords. You're not entirely sure what
to do as I pull and push on you. Perhaps you should just stop
resisting and submit to your lady. It's worked for you all this time.
I would cry for you
I would cry for you
I will wash away your pain with all my tears, and drown your fears
You start to get a sense of the rules here: I pull a part of you, you
let it go toward me. When I stop pulling, you drop. You start to
become impressed by my spontaneous choreography, not to mention the
strength I've been gaining.
I will pray for you
I will pray for you,
I will sell my soul for something pure and true, someone like you
It was hard for you to notice at first, but you begin to hear some
"oohs' and "ahhhs" from the crowd. Some might be thinking you're a
professional dancer. Others might be thinking that that can't possibly
be your actual body. But i know the truth; leave the fake muscles to
the Batman movies.
See your face every place that I walk in
Hear your voice every time that I'm talkin'
You will believe in me, and I will never be ignored
Dragging you around has been amusing, but now the real fun begins. I
grab your shoulders and make you stand still, your back to the
audience. I grab the neck opening and pull the latex away from your
right shoulder; then, I let it go so it can snap against your bicep at
an impressive volume.
While one hand twists your neck to the left, the other claws at your
shoulder blade until a thin stream of blood escapes, drawing a gasp
from the crowd. Red on white and black. Abstract art at its finest.
I will burn for you
Feel pain for you
I will twist the knife and bleed my aching heart, and tear it apart
Putting the suit back in place, I push you to the floor, your arms
barely able to break the fall. I roll you onto your back and part your
legs. I plant one foot and let the other heel rub up and down your
chest. Then, I kick the plank of wood just inches from your balls.
Your entire body shivers, a reaction beautifully magnified by the
rubber.
I will lie for you
Beg and steal for you
I will crawl on hands and knees until you see, you're just like me
I pull you to your knees, your head just level with my crotch. Your
back to the audience again, I can't resist lifting your hood just a
little, to see the look in your eyes. Some things I will not share
with anyone else.
All the women and half the men in this room want you; I could auction
you off right now. But we all know who you belong to. I smile, put
your hood back down, and bring you to your feet for a little more
marionette action.
Violate all the love that I'm missin'
Throw away all the pain that I'm livin'
You will believe in me, and I can never be ignored
I can't believe how much fun this is, being an exhibitionist and
forcing you to be one. The only problem is, I don't know how to end
it. What to do for an encore...
I would die for you
That's it. I stop and pull the cords to draw you to me.
I would kill for you
While you stand perfectly still, I walk around you, wrapping the cords
around your neck.
I will steal for you
I draw your arms behind your back and kick your knees out from under you
I'd do time for you.
While my left hand holds your wrists, my right presses against the
slit in your hood.
I will wait for you
Your long legs start to slowly sink from underneath you.
I'd make room for you
As your knees hit the floor, your neck relaxes and your head limps
back a bit.
I'd sink ships for you,
You have absolutely no idea how crazy the crowd is getting
To be close to you
Your back arches a bit as you get horizontal
To be part of you
I could almost come right here on stage in front of three hundred people
Because I believe in you
You wind up perfectly still on the floor
I believe in you
I can feel your smile under my right hand ...
I would die for you
Copyright 1997 by Dreamtime
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