Comfort

This one isn't related to my other stories, just a little piece I wrote as part of a writing exercise.

Brian shifted on the thin mat, the bars of the cage starting to dig into his hip. He stretched his 5'9" frame as best he could in the cages five and a half foot length and then sat up cross legged, the top of his head pressed just a little against the upper bars.

Peering out into the darkness Brian wondered just how long he had been here. He narrowed his eyes and studied the area where he thought the window was. Was that a narrow band of light showing near the top?

He stretched out again, on his stomach this time and felt along the bars of the cage until he found the water bottle. Wrapping his lips around the metal straw he took a few careful sips. There was no way to know how much water was left, or when, or if he would be allowed out for the restroom.

The room was cool but not cold and he could here the click click click of the clock on the wall. He lay his head on his arms and concentrated trying to hear what was going on beyond the closed door. For a moment he thought he heard the tapping of her heels on the hardwood floor but then realized it was only the hypnotic rhythm of the clock. With a sigh Brian lay his head on arms and let ticking lull him to sleep.

Brian woke some time later to the insistant fullness of his bladder. He shifted again trying to get more comfortable. His throat was dry but he didn't dare take another drink. He ran his fingers over the bars, counting them again, eighteen along each side and eight on each end.

He tried to think of something, anything else, but it was like trying not to think of pink elephants. Frustrated he searched the cage again, his fingers combing every inch but finding only the mat on the floor and the bottle wired to one side. He wondered for a moment if he could get the lid off of the water bottle but gave that idea up when he realized he had no way of righting it.

The clocks ticking taunted him and he shifted and tried to sleep again but wasn’t able to this time. After what seemed like forever his discomfort growing with each breath he began to wonder just how much a puddle on the floor would cost him.

Finally when he began to think he couldn’t wait any longer, the door to the room opened and closed behind him. He heard the sound of her heels tapping across the floor and the cage door was opened and something tossed in, bouncing off of his crossed legs. Then the sound of her heels retreating and he turned straining for a glimpse of her. He was rewarded as the meager light from the next room momentarily silhouetted her long legs, then without a word she pulled the door shut behind her.

Brian ran his fingers over the object on the cage floor. He laughed out loud when he realized what it was, a plastic bottle lid and all. Moments later, very much relieved he curled up as best he could and went back to sleep.

The next time he woke the curtains were opened and soft evening light filled the room. Brian rolled over and looked around. The cage door was open. He crawled to it, then paused, stroking the bars on either side. Finally with a sigh he wriggled through, leaving the comfort of its steel walls. Time to face the world again.

The Officeboy part 1

Allie let herself into the security office, looked around and sighed. Brent had promised to come in early today and set up for the night but once again here she was alone. She called the front desk to let them know she was in and turned on the six monitors along one wall, checking each to make sure it was recording on all cameras and logging the test in the matching log book, then moved across the room to start some coffee.

Just as Allie was filling the pot the phone ran. She hit the on switch and picked up the phone.

"Hey Al, sorry I know it was my night for early but I'm really sick, stomach bug, really sorry, but I don't think you want me there."

Allie sighed. "Alright Brent, have you called Roberts."

"Oh yeah, can you do that for me, please Al? I'll do early all next week if you do, I swear."

Allie started to answer but Brent cut in.

"Thanks, I really have to go, you know..."

As he hung up Allie heard a feminine giggle in the background. Growling to herself she called the boss to let him know Brent wouldn't be in, telling him Brent was sick though she was tempted to tell him what she really thought.

With another sigh Allie poured herself a cup of coffee and added some cream. Then as she sat down in front of the monitors she noticed that Brent had left his laptop.

She looked at it for a minute and then slid her chair down and took the laptop out of its case and powered it up. Damn, passworded... She looked at it a minute considering and then, what the hell. Placing her fingers on the keys she typed in "god." The little window popped up with the "have you forgotten your password." She started to move away then, with a little grin to herself typed in "godsgift." The computer began opening the desktop.

Allie made a few notes on the camera log and then rolled her chair over in front of the laptop and opened the browser. She shook her head as a click of the history icon brought up a full list.

"Not very careful are you, Brent." she mumbled to herself a wicked little grin starting to form. "And not been studying so hard after all."

Allie's grin got bigger as she clicked through page after page FemDom related stories and porn. Bit by bit she sifted through every part of his computer. By the end of the shift she knew just what she was going to do.

Red Velvet Part 3

Scarlette pulled on the leash once again.

"Come Jeremy, on your feet, we can't stay out here all night."

Jeremy stumbled to his feet, his mind nearly as numb as his body. He was standing before he remembered to answer her with a stuttered, Yes ma'am.

Scarlette dragged her thumb nail over his cold hardened nipples and Jeremy arched his back, yelping with the sting and surprise. She just smiled and turned, leading him quickly up the steps to the wide porch and then through the heavy oak door and into the flagstone lined hallway beyond.

The warmth of the house surrounded Jeremy, waking up the nerves the cold had numbed. He shivered now more than he had outside, his skin red and burning as he followed Scarlette down the flagstone hall and into a large room. A fireplace burned at one end and several candles gave it its only light.

Scarlette stopped in front of a couch near the fireplace. She unclipped the leash from his collar and tapped a rug in front of the couch with the toe of her boot. "Kneel right here, little one." She said.

Jeremy settled quickly his legs trembling as it was. The heat from the fireplace warmed his skin even faster and he let out an involuntary whimper. Scarlette smiled down at him as she settled into the soft suede of the couch.

"Burns, doesn't it?"

Jeremy looked up to here and whispered, "yes ma'am." His face went a darker red suddenly aware again of his lack of clothing. He flinched slightly and struggled to keep his eyes on hers, even as he pulled his thighs closer together.

Scarlette caught the movement and slipped her boot quickly between his legs pressing them apart again as he gasped, dropping his eyes to her foot before looking to her again. Scarlett rested her other foot against his thigh pressing it further open. Jeremy flinched again but managed not to pull his legs back together. He could feel his face burning as he looked up to her.

There was a long leather strap on the side table and Scarlett picked it up now and folded it over with a snap. Jeremy sat very still his throat going dry as he watched. She reached down and dragged the raw edges of the strap over the still sensitive skin on the inside of his thighs. Jeremy gasped breathing faster, the blush creeping down over his chest as he felt himself growing hard at the touch.

Scarlette smiled down at him and pulled her feet back, running the smooth face of the strap over his skin.

"Kneel up high and clasp your hands behind your back." she said.

Jeremy hurried to comply, feeling the leather stroking over his thighs as he kneeled up then tapping against his balls as she said "a little higher now, and keep those legs apart."

Jeremy nodded and whispered "yes Ma'am." He bit his lip in a mixture of anticipation and fear as he struggled to keep his eyes open and on her. He arched a little higher as she rubbed the leather against his now hard shaft.

She stood and walked around him, draping the strap over his shoulder as she purred into his ear. "Does the leather excite you little one?"

"Yes Ma'am," he whispered.

Scarlette ran her hands down Jeremy's arms them behind his back then picked up a pair of quick cuffs and slipped them over his wrists, jerking them tight.

Jeremy jerked reflexively against the cuffs and felt almost relieved as they held. He held his body erect, struggling to keep still even as Scarlett picked up the strap again and folded it before bringing it down sharply on the inside of his thigh. He gasped then gave a little moan that turned into a whimper as she brought the strap down on the other side.

Jeremy's mind swirled as Scarlett took her time working her way down each thigh and then back up again, turning the skin from pink to red and then darker still. He was vaguely aware of the velvet of her dress pressed against his back and the sound of her voice, distant, teasing, yet somehow comforting. Then there was the bite of the strap again and again and his own voice if voice was the right word for the sounds he made, distant, and then fading as he drifted, life melding into one sensation.

Scarlett finally laid aside the strap and ran her hands over his shoulders and down his sides, letting him lean against her as he trembled. She leaned down to lap at a tear that drifted down his cheek and he whimpered softly slowly becoming aware again of her presence, her voice soft in his ear.

"Such a good boy," she whispered, "and look how excited."

Her fingers traced over his erection and he blushed even as he pushed into them. She Knelt behind him her thighs pressed against his trembling back and wrapped her fingers around his shaft. He moaned and thrust into them before stopping suddenly.

"Please." he whimpered.

She purred into his ear "thats it little one, move those hips for me."

Jeremy moaned and pushed between her fingers as she stroked his precum back over the shaft. His need for release quickly coming to odds with his need to please he gasped and whimpered, struggling to hold back for what seemed like an eternity.

Finally he heard her soft voice again as she ordered him to cum and he ceased to resist that urge, groaning gutterally as he came almost instantly over her fingers.

Scarlett waited a moment as his body shook then brought her fingers to his lips. She laughed softly as he hesitated.

"This won't be the first time you've tasted your own cum, will it Jeremy?"

His cheeks colored as he shook his head and whispered "no Ma'am." He ran his tongue over her fingers then softly suckled at each one cleaning away the stickieness even as he looked to her for approval.

Scarlett smiled down at him. "Good boy." She said, and he blushed again. She laughed again. "Ah, now you blush, hmm?" His cheeks colored darker and she just smiled, then reached to undo the cuffs. She wrapped a blanket around his shoulders and guided him up onto the couch. Settling down beside him she took his head in her lap and softly stroked his hair.

"You have done very well tonight, Jeremy." She said. "I'm so pleased with you."

Jeremy sighed softly, his mind and body finally fully relaxing, and curled his body in closer to hers.