Episode 28: Doors and Windows

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“You and I don’t have a future together.” She sat on the bed next to Jack, fully dressed.  Straight to the point.  Kenzi didn’t usually have a problem with difficult conversations, but she stuttered as she got the words out.  She forced her eyes to stay focused on Jack, to gauge his reaction. He simply nodded, and then he smiled a thin smile, his eyes flitting away.  There were tears there…almost.

“You and I aren’t the greatest fit, are we?” He let out a long sigh.

“I um…still want to fuck,” Kenzi said.  The second part was more difficult to get out and less well formed in her mind.  “And submit.  I just don’t feel like I can be committed to someone right now.  You seem very okay with this.”

Jack shrugged.  “I get my alone time and I still get to fuck you?  Sounds like a win-win to me.”  Kenzi laughed.  “I kind of thought that you needed to have more freedom than the typical Dom – freshman sub relationship allows.  I’m supposed to be as much a mentor as a Dom.  No reason I can’t be more the former than the latter.  And you know I’m perfectly happy to be left alone.”

“And you get to fuck me,” Kenzi grinned at him coyly.

“Yeah how does that work?” Jack asked, rising from his chair and walking over to Kenzi.  “Do I just…” He grabbed a handful of hair and dragged a moaning Kenzi to her knees, rubbing her face on his cock through his shorts.

“Mmm, yes Sir,” Kenzi replied, folding her arms behind her back.  Jack reached down and relieved her of her shirt, grabbing a handful of each of her breasts as he straightened.

“In some ways it’s even more humiliating to you now,” he said, unzipping and allowing his cock to spill over the waistbands of his shorts and boxers.  “You don’t even belong to me and yet look at you.” He slid his half hard cock between her lips, growing to full length in a few seconds and pressing it into the back of her throat.  Kenzi’s eyes rolled back in her head as she gagged on it, the heaving causing her breasts to bounce and only encouraging Jack.

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Episode 27: In the Woods

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Ellie stood there in the woods, her wrists bound to a branch high above that she had no hope of reaching, her legs tethered to stakes on either side of her, held wide, her pussy glistening and occasionally sending a droplet of hot arousal down to the forest floor.  She was blinded by black cloth and her ears were covered with large wireless headphones blasting music from an iPod settled on a nearby stump.

Liz was nowhere she could sense, presumably snapping photos with a camera, but the possibility existed that he was gone entirely and that she was all alone in the woods, naked and vulnerable.  Or a crowd had come to gather to watch her hang there in humiliation, to enjoy her nudity and take photos of their own to enjoy later.

‘He wouldn’t do that,’ she reminded herself, but the longer she hung there, the stronger the feeling got.

And then she felt him, idle fingers running across her stomach down to her pussy, ignoring it in favor of tracing the curvature of her thighs.  He rubbed her clit, working it in slow circles before plunging his fingers into her.  They felt like Liz’s fingers, long and strong and well-practiced, but she had no real idea.  It could be a stranger finger-fucking her in the woods.  The thought made her drip.

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Episode 26: Too Fancy

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Arrington procured bit gags and leather harnesses from a shed just off the corner of the Governors’ mansion.  At a hitching post to the side stood two men tied off by their balls, their translucent chastity devices gleaming in the summer sun.  They both wore black leather armbinders restraining their wrists and pulling their elbows together forcing their chests out.  Arrington ran her hand down the chest of one of the strapping men, smiling as it crossed over well defined abs and into his completely shaved pubic region.

With no hair and his cock confined within the chastity device, his manhood looked rather small, and that fact made her grin widen.  His companion was similarly attired, though as she approached she noticed a rise in the chastity devices of both men.  Their poor little cocks were trying to get hard.  She caressed their balls, adding to their consternation before beginning to outfit them.

She added blinders as well and grabbed a whip before settling into the small one person carriage drawn by the two men.  She often walked around campus, and generally preferred to do so, but every once in a while enjoyed taking advantage of the luxuries of her position.  Plus with a pair of well-muscled bare backsides in front of her, the view was undeniably nice.

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Episode 25: Nightmare

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“Good evening, I’m Manic Pixie Nightmare and this is The Marionette!”  The stage was lit up with a young girl laying prone on the wood with several strands of neon paracord rope stretching from her body to the ceiling that shone brightly under the black light in the darkened auditorium.  Music began to play, the ropes went taut and the girl began to rise.

She was clad in loose doll’s clothes, a raggedy black button up and trousers.  The ropes pulled her in time to the music across the stage, the girl’s hands and feet limply following, doing a good job to make it look like she was really being controlled.

The music reached a crescendo and two of the ropes were yanked hard, tearing off her top and bottom and leaving The Marionette clad in a black bra and panties contrasting against her pale white skin.  Her arms were pulled above her head to give the audience an unhindered view and as skin stretched it became clear that the ropes were not tied, but attached to hooks embedded in her skin.

Her dance became more violent now showcasing her predicament and causing her large breasts to bounce in the ill-fitting bra.  She was a typical goth girl, pale skin, long black hair, and a soft but undeniably delectable body beneath her black attire.

Manic Pixie Nightmare gave another yank and her bra was ripped off, leaving The Marionette topless for all to see, the metal barbells piercing her nipples twinkling in the stage light. They weren’t the only metal in her body, with longer barbells through her hips and lower back, snakebites, a tongue piercing, a septum piercing, and too many ear piercings to count.

Episode 24: On Your Knees

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Evelyn Sanchez walked up and down the line of new pledges, surveying the crop before them.  There had been five graduating seniors the previous year and so there were five new boys to replace them, although three of those that had graduated were remaining in Charenton and would continue to be involved with Omicron Upsilon Kappa.  Behind her stood the rest of the Fraternity’s Governesses, four women, their faces masked with bandanas like Evelyn’s, their eyes offering the only window into their thoughts that the new pledges would get.

The fraternity’s current members, all thirteen of them, were behind her as well, kneeling at the feet of the women in neat rows.  Evelyn walked down the row of kneeling pledges, using her crop to spread the legs of a few that were not wide enough for her satisfaction and to prod at the cocks that had begun to grow stiff.

Episode 23: Breaking the Dam

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It had been three days since Liz had let her cum and the arousal that usually stayed at a low buzz amidst regular sex had risen to an unavoidable roar.  It didn’t help that he was mercilessly skilled with his fingers and when he fucked her from behind they always found their way around her legs to her clit for a time.  But not long enough, not this week and her desperation had reached a boiling point.

She knelt in front of his computer chair, sucking him slowly.  Not enough to get him off, per his orders, just enough to keep him aroused and to reinforce her place.  He ran his left hand down to the back of her head as he clicked the mouse, running it through the long stubble that was at a point to where it could finally be called hair.  Faint gray lines made up most of the word ‘SLUT’ as it had washed off in the shower over the course of the past week.

Their relationship rose and fell with the boldness of the markings as Liz had rewritten them on her forehead more than once.  They often fell into more vanilla roles, both of them needing time to recharge their batteries between scenes.  Sometimes the only indication of her submission was the faint lines and the willingness with which she sucked his cock.  And the fact that she hadn’t cum.

She picked up her pace as he touched her.  A hand on the back of her head never failed to send shivers down her spine.  There was no greater feeling of being owned than a hard cock in her mouth and a hand on the back of her head informing her that it was going to stay there.

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Episode 22: Switches

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Ash awoke to a lonely bed, finding Salihah curled up on a papasan chair in the far corner typing away on her laptop.  “Good morning,” as soon as she saw he was awake she closed the laptop and set it down, rising and peeling the covers down to his ankles.  Despite the fact that his cock swelled nearly to full size, Ash rolled onto his stomach and so she climbed into bed and knelt over him.

Ash liked to awaken to a gentle caress, the contrast of the cool air and Salihah’s warm hands.  He liked to be gradually brought from sleep, to relaxation, to the waking world, and there was no better way than to have Saliha’s hands running across his body.

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Episode 21: Penetration

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Salihah felt like the Headmistress’s eyes could see every curve beneath her billowy robe that revealed only a shallow crescented contour of hip as it lay swirled around her.  Arrington’s eyes always sparkled with the impression that she was seeing you naked at every moment and perhaps she had chanced upon her disrobed with Ash at some point, but right now her body was hidden behind a fortress of silks.

That was of little comfort as Arrington mulled the decision from behind her desk.  Had the Headmistress been standing, Salihah would have stood over her by a few inches, unless she had a particularly high pair of heels on her.  Even so, the older woman dominated the room, her sheer force of personality shrinking everything around her.

“It’s not that the idea is without merit,” Arrington said.  “It’s a question of how we should go about it.”

Salihah looked back at her confused.  “Do you mean the type of building?  I think a simple-“

“No.”  Arrington cut her off.  She drummed her fingers on the desk for a few moments.  “There is a fine line between being a beacon of power for those that lack it, and being someone’s over-protective mother.  I will agree to the idea…provided it comes from those seeking it, Bristow and whomever she wishes to bring.”

“There was…some opposition to the idea…” Salihah said, waiting for Arrington to interject and then continuing with the story when the older woman said nothing.

“I see,” she replied.  “It’s strange to think of the religious as a vulnerable

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Episode 20: Bared

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Bristow woke up just past five AM on Thursday morning with the faintest of harbingers of sunlight shining over the eastern horizon.  She pulled on a short pair of denim shorts and hastily buttoned a short sleeved flannel shirt over her bra.  The morning air was still cool and the grass damp, but a lack of temperature had never bothered her.  She was made for the outdoors.  She grabbed a rubber band off her nightstand and put her blonde hair in a messy ponytail and grabbed her backpack before traipsing quietly through their trailer.  Her moms slept a wall and a hall closet away down the hall, early risers themselves, but not as early as Bristow.

Two of the innumerable barn cats lounged on the porch of their trailer, waiting for the sunlight that would soon shine upon them.  One mewed in expectation as Bristow quietly shut the front door, earning a pet for its outspokenness which it leaned into and met with slitted eyes.

Their barn was a small two story square structure split into quadrants with three of them making up stalls for their three horses and the fourth acting as a tack room as well as containing the ladder that led to the hayloft.

Bristow threw open the double doors at each end and pulled the string for the single bulb at the center of the room.  During the day, with the doors thrown wide open and the cutouts in the stalls, there was more than enough natural light to make the bulb unnecessary, but the sun had yet to crest over the horizon.  The yellowed lighting gave the barn a cozy, yet somewhat ominous feel, perfect for what would come later.

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Episode 19: A Friend

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When Ellie walked into room 313 for the new student meetup, several sets of eyes turned to the writing on her head.  She paused in the doorframe before entering, taken aback by the sudden attention before Kenzi took her by the hand and pulled her in.  There were refreshments set up on a desk at the front, cheese and crackers and sausages and cookies along with two sheets of pizza and several options for soda.

Like many things at the university, she’d gone in expecting something so dark and serious and found something mundane.  As the attention broke from her and Kenzi and the idle chatter returned, she felt more at ease.  Her partner in crime, wearing a short pair of mesh shorts and a t-shirt, sauntered up to the table and grabbed a handful of everything without so much as acknowledging the plates.  Ellie filled hers with a slice of pizza and a modest assortment of cheeses before taking a seat next to Kenzi at one of the desks Salihah had arranged into a horseshoe around her solitary chair.

Ash was nowhere to be found, Ellie saw with disappointment, pining for the RA’s quiet wisdom.  She looked around the room, surveying the other attendees.  There were only twelve of them but soon there would be hundreds, a whole freshman class of young, eager students.  They were going to need a bigger room.

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