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Erotica: Silly Little Slut

December 27, 2020 By J S Phoenix 2 Comments

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***All works of erotica are based on ficional scenarios. We never condone anything that is not consensual.


I don’t like cats.  Not really.  Except that they kill rodents.

But watching you move with cat-like grace on those impossibly high heels…  Delectable.  Yes, you caught my attention.  Perfect feline fluidity…  You slid up on the bar stool smoothly as you caught my eye.  Maybe I caught yours.  But I also caught your short dress sliding up your lean, finely muscled thighs.

I’m not normally a foot guy, either.  Most women act so proud of their feet when they should be the opposite.  But yours are … perfect.  It’s the arch, of course, but also the proportion.  The mere sight of them incites in my mind’s eye all manner of images of the tender torture I could inflict upon them.  I watched, entranced almost, as you let one shoe slide off, half-way, letting it dangle provocatively, pretending it was an accident. 

I sent the barman over to you with an offer of a drink.  You waved your hand at him from side to side, palm up.

“No, thank you.”

And then you turned to face me.  And uncrossed your legs.  And flashed me … a smile, too.  A winsome smile, telling me without words that no, you weren’t wearing any panties under your sheer pantyhose, as if you hadn’t shown me that fact already.  Silently you asked with your sparkling eyes, “What are you going to do to me?”

You had a different meaning for that sentence than mine, I’m sure.  Much different.

I made a move to walk over to you, and again with the hand.  A silent “no, don’t.”  I sat back down.  And still you continued your show.

Your cock-teasing continued the effect you expected.  My jeans tightened as the swelling increased.

Silly little slut…

No one else seemed to want to make an advance on you.  For me, it was a private show in public.  For them…  It was as if they had all seen your show before, and knew it for the cotton-candy cock-teasing that you intended.  All sugar; no spice.  Plenty of appetizer, but no entree.

A few more minutes and you watched me leave.  I’d had enough.  You seemed … disappointed.

What you didn’t know was what would happen later.

When you have no one else to tease, you’ll slither off the bar stool, perhaps letting your dress ride up to your hard, perfect cheerleader ass.  Maybe not that high, but you’ll make sure to give the room an accidentally-on-purpose exhibition.  You’ll slide your delicious feet back into your come-fuck-me pumps and give the room one last display of your sensuous feline stride.

And being you, you’ll head to the parking garage after checking all around to see if you’ve put anyone over the top.  Then, click-clicking along in your heels, you’ll make your way to your car.  You won’t notice the van parked a few spaces away; you never do.  But your pace won’t slow as you click-click-click along the concrete garage floor, racing to the safety of your car.

A few steps from that serene automotive cocoon, you’ll feel the leather glove over your mouth, and you’ll smell the leather too, because my hand over your mouth will also cover your cute little nose, stifling your screams into frightened whimpers and pulling you by your head back against my chest.

Then you’ll feel the other glove, sliding fast and hard up your delicately athletic thigh, sliding your dress up and cupping your pussy as I lift you off the garage floor and carry you squirming and flailing into the van.  When the van door slides shut, you’ll know what awaits you.  You’ll fight harder, but have no chance; you’re nowhere near a match for me physically.  And when I place you face-down into the pile of sheets laid there just for you, pressing your pretty face into the linen to silence you as I straddle your head, you’ll know you’ve lost–and that *no one* is coming to save you. 

When your arms are tightly bound behind you–with bondage tape the first time, but after that, you’ll experience the tight sensation of rope and straps–I’ll stuff your mouth full of cloth and then seal it with more tape.  Then still more tape to cover your eyes, and finally viciously tight wraps of tape around your trim, delicate ankles.

I’m sure you’ll squirm and fight even after you’re hopelessly bound–thrashing wildly on the hard van floor as I run my hands up and down your legs, playing with your perfect ass, probably even after I slap your ass hard several times as a warning.  When I rip your pantyhose open and slide my fingers inside to moisten you, you’ll be relieved.  You’ll take silent solace in the fact that at least I’ll be using your cunt.  And when I mount you, you’ll realize you were wrong.

And then I’ll whisper into your ear, as you twist and squirm under me in a futile effort to escape, the first words you’ll hear from me.

“Don’t worry, slut.  You’ll get it there, too, deep in your tight little quim, before I’m finished.  And if you’re a good little cunt, I’ll fuck your pretty face, too.  But not here.  Somewhere else.  It’s going to be a *long* weekend.  There’ll be *plenty* of time…”

I won’t tell you, though, while I’m raping all your openings, that when we’re finished, I’ll tie you up tighter than ever, making sure everything is as uncomfortable as possible.  I’ll drive you back to your car, reveling in your pathetic struggles to get free, and bind you securely in the driver’s seat with all your shredded clothes lying in the passenger seat, your eye-catching high-heeled pumps lying outside the driver’s door.  Then I’ll lock your car door and set the alarm and throw away your keys, all so the Monday-morning commuters can see you, imprisoned in your car, praying for and dreading your rescue.

And how can I be so certain of all this?

I’ve been watching you for a *very* long time…


Thanks for reading.  If you’d like to read (complete, non-serialized) stories I’ve written, please come visit: https://tinyurl.com/yycvsgr6

I’ve been writing erotica–niche adult fantasy (C/NC and N/C)–for the enjoyment of my readers for a number of years.  My greatest reward comes from knowing the pleasure my words bring to my readers.  If you want to let me know how you liked this story, feel free to drop me a line here: j.s.phoenix.1975@gmail.com

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Erotica: Alex And Her Master-Chapter 4-An N/C Fantasy

December 12, 2020 By J S Phoenix 2 Comments

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**all pieces of erotica are based on fictional scenarios. We never condone anything that is NOT consensual, sane, or safe.


Click here to read Chapter 3!


From last time: 

He carried her inside.  Alex tried to see around her, but the way she was carried, just about all she could see was the stone floor, and then the carpet as they moved deeper into the house.  Down a flight of stairs they went, into a dark room.  Twisting, turning, through several doorways he walked, until he reached a particular door.  He set Alex on her feet, leaning her against the wall.

“Can you stand now?”

Alex nodded.

He reached through the doorway and pulled a chain dangling from the ceiling; the clicking switch triggered a light.  Alex looked down and saw a small cuff, linked to a heavy chain.

“No…  Please…” she begged.  “Don’t do this…  Please!” she wailed.


Instead of telling her to shut up, or worse, he simply picked Alex up and set her on the floor, locking the soft leather cuff snugly around her right ankle.

Alex began crying.

“Gccckkh!”

The man stuffed a penis-shaped gag in her mouth.  When Alex parted her lips instinctively, he pressed it home until the ball-part of the gag popped past her teeth.  He buckled the straps tightly at the base of her neck, tugging the gag deeper as Alex choked and gurgled.

“I told you to shut up, girl.  So you get a gag.”

Pulling Alex back a couple of feet from the door as she fought the gag, trying futilely to dislodge it with her tongue, he laughed softly.

“And now you can have the hood, too.”

Alex sputtered and gurgled.  The elasticized fabric slid over her head and constricted around her throat.

“Just hold still, and breathe calmly.  You’ll be all right.”

Certain that she would be anything but all right, Alex sobbed and wailed as she heard the light-switch click again, and the door to the closet close with an ominous click of its own.


Alex had no idea how much time passed before the racking sobs subsided.  Coughing and choking around the gag because of her unfettered crying, she finally regained control.  The closet, dark and musty, surrounded her.  She wondered how she would ever escape captivity.  Finally, she decided to roll onto her side, even though she couldn’t see anything.  She landed without any extra pain, relieved at what suddenly seemed great fortune.

And after a time, she remembered her bonds.  It had been so long since she could move her arms, she had forgotten even to try.  A few twists and squirms, all of which tugged hard at the knotted crotch-rope buried deep in her wet folds, gave her the answer: no escape possible…

So she waited.  And waited.  And waited.

Torrents of her own drool rolled from her lips, uncontrollably.  The hood only made things worse, as it kept the wetness against her lips, cheeks, and chin.  For a time she tried to slurp her saliva back in around the gag, finally deciding that the cure was worse than the disease.  Hoping to sit back up so that the drooling would be diminished, she abandoned all hope when she realized she couldn’t do it.  Suddenly, having rolled over seemed a very bad idea…

And then…  Footsteps.

Alex mewed pathetically.  She didn’t even care if it was her captor whom she heard: she needed attention.

The door opened and the chain clicked.  Alex’s hood still blocked almost all light.

“Ready to behave, slave?”

Alex nodded.  The hood came off in a rapid tug and the light glared into her eyes: Alex squinted at the sudden change.

He lifted her up to a sitting position.  She felt the ropes fall away as the unseen knife-blade sliced through them.  Alex whimpered as her arms moved forward, the circulation returning fully.  Her arms and fingers tingled slightly.

“If you promise to behave, the gag will come out, too…”

Before he could speak further, Alex nodded furiously, drool flying from her lips, dripping on her bulging breasts.  Without a word, he pushed her head down toward her knees, as if to make her bow in her seated position on the floor, pressing her breasts against her thighs.  The buckle came open, and the gag came out with some difficulty; Alex slobbered uncontrollably over her boobs.

Taking her by her hair, he pulled her back to an erect sitting position, then pulled her head back so she had no choice but to look at him.

“Move your arms, slave.”

“Why are you calling me slave?” she croaked.

He raised his hand as if to slap her face with his knuckles.  Alex cringed and whimpered in fear.

“That’s your one and only warning, slave.  That’s your new name.  Get used to it.  Fast!”

Alex cowered as she nodded her compliance.

“Please don’t hit me,” she whispered, her head turning away as the words trickled out.

Her captor seized her face by the jaw in a single powerful hand, yanking her head up so that she looked at him.

“Speak when I speak to you.  Or you may ask permission to speak.  In any other situation, keep our mouth shut, slave.  Understand?”

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I understand.”

The slap was not so hard as it was shocking.  Alex, her head leaning away, still turned her eyes to look up at him.  Her eyes asked the question silently.

“I hit you, and far from hard, slave, because you will address me as Master.  If I give you a command, your only answer is ‘Yes, Master.’  Understand?”

“Yes, Master.”

“And you will do exactly as I say at all times.  Your only questions will be for clarification when you don’t understand an order.”

“Yes, Master.  I understand.”

Alex’s mind raced as she heard the words to which she agreed.  She tried to tell herself it was only survival.  She wanted to live, and she wanted to escape.  At the same time, she dreaded being locked in the closet again, yet somehow, when she considered it deeply, she wondered if it would be all that bad, as long as he didn’t tie her up so tightly.

She noticed then that she was still wet between her legs.


To be continued…


I’ve been writing erotica–niche adult fantasy (C/NC and N/C)–for the enjoyment of my readers for a number of years.  My greatest reward comes from knowing the pleasure my words bring to my readers.  If you want to let me know how you liked this story, feel free to drop me a line here: j.s.phoenix.1975@gmail.com

Please also visit me at: https://tinyurl.com/yycvsgr6

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Alex and Her Master: An N/C Fantasy-Chapter 3

November 28, 2020 By J S Phoenix 4 Comments

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**all pieces of erotica are based on fictional scenarios. We never condone anything that is NOT consensual, sane, or safe.


Click here to read Chapter 2


From last time: 

“I told you, girl.  Don’t make me punish you.”

His words chilled her to her core; Alex shuddered.

Alex heard the van door close, and then her car starting.  She feared being abandoned in this van … where the hell was she?  More tears came as she realized that even if she could get loose, she almost certainly couldn’t escape.

She heard her car shut down, and then her captor entered the van.


“Car strippers will be here soon.  And in case you’re wondering, I disabled the GPS gear in your car long before I snatched you.”

At that point Alex realized she’d left her cell phone in her desk at work.  Not only did Alex not know where she was, neither did anyone else.  And now she knew there was no way to track her, either.  Alex, paralyzed with fear, sobbed as the van slipped into gear.

“You made it easy for me, you know.  You drive the most desired car in the world for car thieves.  It’ll be stripped down to mere parts by morning.”

Then he said nothing at all.  An interminable silence.

Alex again lost track of time.  The van seemed to travel forever.  Alex wondered whether someone might find her when the van had to be returned.  Then she realized she was grasping at foolish straws.  She realized her captor must have made plans to cover the rest of his tracks.  The van was of no importance.

After this much time, Alex’s mouth had dried out.  The thick gag-wad welded itself to the insides of her cheeks.  She realized, more than anything, she wanted water.  Needed water.  To her relief, the van slowed, turned, and came to a stop.  She heard a garage-door closing.

The minute that it took for him to open the van door and begin removing shipping blankets took years.  Then the safety net and the tie-down straps.  Alex looked up at him, her eyes pleading silently, as he lifted her to a sitting position.

“Mmmm!”

Alex wagged her head upward, extending her chin toward him in a muffled plea to be un-gagged.

“Mmmm!”

“Shut up, girl.”

His hand began working the edges of the first tape strip anyway, despite his stern riposte.  Alex wished he’d simply rip the tape off, until she found out how sticky it was, how much it distressed her soft cheeks to have the tape removed at all, even slowly.

“Hold still.  It’ll go faster that way.”

Alex froze in the hopes that doing so would indeed make things easier.  Finally, after long minutes, the last of the tape came off.  He plucked the gag-wad carefully from Alex’s mouth.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

“Shut up, girl,” he responded softly.

Alex’s mind reeled.  How could she ask for water if she wasn’t allowed to speak?  Defeated, her head drooped sadly, her eyes staring at her naked lap.

“Look at me.”

Alex raised her head slowly.  Her eyes grew round.

“Drink this,” he said softly, extending a bottle of water.  “And slowly.”

Alex leaned forward despite the discomfort of her ropes.  The water seemed so far away…  The threaded opening touched her tongue, and he poured the contents slowly.  Alex drank carefully, wanting every drop.  When the entire bottle had been consumed, she leaned back.

“Thank you…”

Alex flinched in terror.  She’d spoken…  Fear surged through her instantly.

“You’re welcome,” he said nonchalantly, shocking Alex.  “But keep still, now.  You could scream if you wanted to, and no one would hear you.  You’re miles from anywhere.  But if you piss me off by screaming, or talking without permission, I’ll gag you again.  Do you want that?”

Alex shook her head furiously, her tangled blonde mane waving as her head moved.

Picking her up, he slid her toward the door, seating her on the edge so that her legs hung over, her feet almost touching the floor.  Alex gasped when she saw the knife in his hand, fearing the worst.

“You want me to untie you?  It’ll take forever to undo these knots.  Or do you want me to do it quickly by cutting these ropes away?” he asked rhetorically.  “Now hold still.”

Alex sat perfectly still, watching, her eyes transfixed, as the blade sliced swiftly through the ropes binding her knees.  Then he knelt, holding her trim ankles securely, as he sliced away her ankle-bonds.

“Can you stand?”

Alex nodded and stood.  Then she fell as her freshly unbound legs buckled.  He caught her in his arms.

“Just like I thought…”

Alex yipped in surprise as he picked her up and slung her over his shoulder, slapping her ass for punishment.

“I told you: keep quiet!”

He carried her inside.  Alex tried to see around her, but the way she was carried, just about all she could see was the stone floor, and then the carpet as they moved deeper into the house.  Down a flight of stairs they went, into a dark room.  Twisting, turning, through several doorways he walked, until he reached a particular door.  He set Alex on her feet, leaning her against the wall.

“Can you stand now?”

Alex nodded.

He reached through the doorway and pulled a chain dangling from the ceiling; the clicking switch triggered a light.  Alex looked down and saw a small cuff, linked to a heavy chain.

“No…  Please…” she begged.  “Don’t do this…  Please!” she wailed.

To be continued…


Thanks for reading.  If you’d like to read (non-serialized) stories I’ve written, please come visit: https://tinyurl.com/yycvsgr6

I’ve been writing erotica–niche adult fantasy (C/NC and N/C)–for the enjoyment of my readers for a number of years.  My greatest reward comes from knowing the pleasure my words bring to my readers.  If you want to let me know how you liked this story, feel free to drop me a line here: j.s.phoenix.1975@gmail.com

Tagged With: bdsm, bdsm scene, fetish, kink, master, mistress, power exchange, sex, slave

Erotica: Alex And Her Master- An NC Fantasy: Chapter 2

November 1, 2020 By J S Phoenix 2 Comments

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***all pieces of erotica are based on safe, sane, and consensual practices. We never condone anything that is NOT consensual.


Want to read chapter 1? Click here


From last time: Alex, the pretty blonde girl in the scoop-necked red dress, was taken from behind…

I’m being kidnapped!

A minute later, perhaps two, she felt the motion as the tow-truck drove away.


Alex squirmed to get comfortable.  Her bound arms hurt no matter how she moved, and she couldn’t move much.  She decided she’d be satisfied if she could simply become less uncomfortable.

Satisfaction eluded her, though.  Soft tears trickled down her face, more from her reflections than the pain of her bonds.  As the truck traveled further, she thought her bound limbs might grow numb.

No luck there, either.

The week’s events invaded her mind, forcing her, against her will, to relive the chain of events that brought her here.  Trapped beyond hope, bound and gagged, stuffed into the trunk of her own car on this fateful Friday.

On Thursday night, he’d broken up with her.  Crushed her heart with cruel words.  And things only got worse after that.  In keeping with management-manuals the world over, she’d learned at noon today, Friday, that she had lost her job.  She’d left in tears upon receiving the news, unable to disguise her misery, forgetting entirely about cleaning out her desk.  The fact that she had been handed a severance check meant that the firing had been more than days in planning, and all the while everyone had smiled at her as if nothing was amiss.

So Alex drove out to the old farm.  She had no idea who owned the land, and it hadn’t been worked in years.  Something about that old barn had intrigued her since she had been a little girl, and she often went there to think, to ponder.  Today, to brood.

And, as it turned out, to be kidnapped.

More tears trickled down her cheek.  She preferred tears to terror, and Alex felt near enough to terrified as it was.

Just as she thought she might get her nerves under control, the truck slowed, turned, and pulled to a stop.  Alex had lost track of time.  When the trunk popped open, she saw that the sun had gone down.  Alex squirmed.  Somehow her bonds hurt more now than at any time since her abduction.

He looked down into the trunk.

“Still nice and secure, I see,” he said with a slight smirk in his voice.  “Have a good trip?”

Alex tried to glare at him, but her courage withered when she looked in his eyes.  His stare transformed her into the proverbial headlight-frozen deer.  He clicked a fob in his pocket; Alex heard a door open.  He leaned down, picked her up as if she weighed nothing, and carried her to what she discovered was a rental van.

He laid her on the floor, securing her bound form to cargo hooks with straps, then pulled a safety net over her.  Finally, he piled several shipping blankets over her.

“Don’t struggle.  Just lie still, and you’ll be able to breathe.”

Alex struggled anyway.  She wondered whether he was watching her as she writhed uselessly.  When it became hard to breathe, she stopped fighting her bonds.

“I told you, girl.  Don’t make me punish you.”

His words chilled her to her core; Alex shuddered.

Alex heard the van door close, and then her car starting.  She feared being abandoned in this van … where the hell was she?  More tears came as she realized that even if she could get loose, she almost certainly couldn’t escape.

She heard her car shut down, and then her captor entered the van.

To be continued…


Thanks for reading.  If you’d like to read (non-serialized) stories I’ve written, please come visit: https://tinyurl.com/yycvsgr6


I’ve been writing erotica–niche adult fantasy (C/NC and N/C)–for the enjoyment of my readers for a number of years.  My greatest reward comes from knowing the pleasure my words bring to my readers.  If you want to let me know how you liked this story, feel free to drop me a line here: j.s.phoenix.1975@gmail.com

Tagged With: bdsm, bottom, dominant, fetish, kink, master, mistress, power exchange, sex, sex positivity, slave, submissive, Top

Erotica: Alex And Her Master: An NC Fantasy

October 10, 2020 By J S Phoenix 2 Comments

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***all pieces of erotica are based on safe, sane, and consensual practices. We never condone anything that is NOT consensual.


The pretty blonde girl in the red scoop-necked dress stared from the window of the old barn, her heavy-yet-firm breasts resting fully on the window’s ledge.  Her pale blue eyes looked out a thousand yards, seeing nothing, and not wishing to.  A soft breeze rustled her more-than-shoulder-length hair as she dreamed while awake.  Sad dreams…

Life was too difficult.  Painful at times.  But normally just overwhelming.

So lost in thought was the petite beauty, that she heard nothing as footsteps crept up behind her.  She felt something, though, an infinitely long microsecond before the damp rag clamped hard over her elegant, perfect nose.

“Mmmm-MMMM!”

Strong arms bound her as if by bands of steel.  One arm trapped at her side by her assailant, she nevertheless flailed her free arm uselessly in a pitiful attempt to escape.  Her fingernails clawed the air as the harsh hand holding the rag over her nose and soft, full lips clamped down even harder still.  The sweet smell overwhelmed her.  Sparklers began appearing in her eyes, and then the rag went away.

Vaguely conscious, she tried to resist as she felt herself lowered to the rough wooden floor, but her limbs reacted as if made of clay.  Her fogged mind ordered them to fight, to resist, to get up and run, but her traitorous limbs refused her orders.

She felt her dress sliding off, her bra, and then her panties.  Her fevered brain tried to remember where her shoes were, and then remembered they were on … her feet.  She shook her head slightly, trying to clear her mind, and received a reward: another whiff of the rag and its powerful chloroform.

Alex wanted to cry for help.  Her newly fogged mind gave the order.  She opened her mouth to cry for help.  For anyone, anyone, please to come help her…

“Glllllmmmmhhhhh…”

She heard a foreign sound, as if standing outside herself, watching her captor gagging her.  She wondered who the pretty girl was, naked but for her shoes, being gagged on the floor of the barn.  The tiny corner of her mind that remained clear told Alex that the pretty girl on the floor of the barn, being gagged, was … herself.

Her breathing restricted, her limbs useless, and now what little remained of her piteous cries stifled to silence, Alex collapsed.  All resistance ceased as she felt her arms being bound cruelly behind her.  First her elbows were cinched and bound ruthlessly tight, so tight that they touched.  And then her wrists were bound side-by-side, multiple turns of rope cross-cinching them.

And then, her prostrate body lifted, as if by itself, and more rope passed around her flat, hard abdomen, around twice, then cinched tight.   Alex grunted from the compression, exhaling hard, and her gag almost popped loose.  She groaned a tiny, mewing groan as the cloth was wedged back between her jaws.

Rope attached itself to the rope around her waist, and then passed deep inside her soft nether lips.  Alex whimpered when the rope was snugged tight, and then passed once again into her delicate, private opening and tied far too securely to budge.  A loose end from her crotch-rope secured itself to her wrist bonds, anchoring her arms so tightly that she could no longer move them at all.

More doubled strands of ropes around her firm, muscular thighs, above her knees.  Alex’s head began to clear…  

Still time to escape… she told herself.

And then more doubled strands of rope wended around her ankles, binding them so tightly together that she whimpered when bone touched bone.

Rolled onto her back, fingers pushed her gag fully past her perfect lips, past her glistening white teeth.  She thought she might choke, but the expert fingers relented well before that happened.  Her eyes fluttered open as she regained more consciousness, and she saw a tall, powerfully built man staring down at her, a broad strip of tape in his hands…  She knew he was going to silence her completely.  Alex willed her mouth one more time: call for help!

The tape went over her mouth before even the tiniest squeak came forth.  And then three more broad, sticky strips, at all angles.  A fourth…

Alex knew she was captured and helpless, her mouth sealed shut beyond hope.  And no one knew she’d come to the barn.  She’d told no one where she was going…

The man picked her up and slung Alex’s limp body over his shoulder.  Now half-conscious, she saw the trunk of her car.  Open.  He laid her gently inside the trunk, and packed blankets and foam all around her.  Her hazy thoughts wondered where those things had come from.

“Don’t fight, Alex.  And don’t scream.  You’ll have plenty of air in here as long as you lie here quietly.”

Alex’s half-fogged brain allowed no response.  The man retrieved her clothing and purse, stirred their tracks on the barn floor into an unrecognizable hash of dirt and old straw, and deposited Alex’s things in the trunk with her, then closed it, leaving her in the pitch-black darkness.  Alex whimpered quietly, wondering what would happen next.

She felt the front end of her car go up, felt it moving, and then the sound of a tow-truck winch became clear to her.

I’m being kidnapped!

A minute later, perhaps two, she felt the motion as the tow-truck drove away.

To be continued…


Thanks for reading.  If you’d like to read (non-serialized) stories I’ve written, please come visit: https://tinyurl.com/yycvsgr6


I’ve been writing erotica–niche adult fantasy (C/NC and N/C)–for the enjoyment of my readers for a number of years.  My greatest reward comes from knowing the pleasure my words bring to my readers.  If you want to let me know how you liked this story, feel free to drop me a line here: j.s.phoenix.1975@gmail.com

Tagged With: bdsm, fetish, kink, master, power exchange, rope bondage, sex, slave

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