What Now?

September 19th, 2014

So, Heather in Haven is complete.

Which is exciting. My first complete erotica story arch.

So what next?

Well, I will be returning to Haven. I am outlining the next story arch, which will involve Mistress Victoria and Heather training a new submissive. I want this submissive to be a little more challenging to train than Heather was. Heather is my ideal submissive, so she was a fast learner, unsure of herself and able to bring herself through that insecurity. This new submissive I want to use to demonstrate some of the challenges that Doms and subs can have when a dynamic is first formed. Especially since as pleasurable as the new submissive may be, Heather is the first among their Mistress’ subs. I don’t want to have any big negative conflict between the characters. This is a fantasy, after all. I do want to have some tension, however. Something that I can resolve and carry the characters through in sensual ways.

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The Swing

September 17th, 2014

Mark put the car into park and leaned on the steering wheel. The large oak tree in front of him framed the cabin that he and Steve split rent on for the week. It was a modest three bedroom that sported an oversized living room and a wraparound porch. He liked the tire swing that hung from one strong limb of the old oak. It made the cabin feel welcoming right away. Behind the cabin and down the hill would be the small lake, with a boat dock and rowboat. Mark thought he could handle sitting on the dock with a beer, but the boat would be off limits.

He was not a water person.

“Are we there?” In the passenger seat, Julie stretched and rubbed her eyes. The drive out had taken a good five hours, and she had spent the last half of the trip napping. He did not blame her. She worked late hours as a bartender and pulled doubles the last few nights so that she would have extra money to shop when they went into town.

“This is it.” Mark opened the car door and walked around to help Julie out. He opened her door and held his hand out to her. She took it with a smile and pulled herself out of the car slowly, letting muscles that would be cramped from the drive slowly loosen and wake up.

Julie was a petite, slender girl – what Mark always thought of as his type. Nice breasts, not too large, just enough to cup them. She was just a little shorter than most girls, enough that Mark at an even six feet could pick her up to kiss her. Her pale skin contrasted her dark, shoulder length hair and deep blue eyes. When he first met her, he thought of her as a dark little angel. His opinion never really changed.

“It’s quaint.” Julie looked over the cabin’s rustic exterior. “You said no internet, right?”

“No internet. No cell service out here, just the phone line. All the luxuries and none of the technology.” Mark put his hands on his hips and breathed in the fresh air. In the distance, the valley gave way to mountains. About five hundred feet from the cabin woods began, and the closest cabin was another quarter mile away after that. “Complete privacy.”

Julie’s eyes settled on the tire swing. “It’s perfect.” She looked back at Mark and the twinkle in her eyes made him stir. “Can I swing?”

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Heather in Haven Finis

September 15th, 2014

Music filled Haven and tapped a sensual rhythm on the wall of the playroom. Mistress Victoria drew back the long, braided flogger and swung her arm forward, pulling her wrist back and snapping the knotted ends on One’s back. The blonde slave cried out and pulled harder at the shackles that kept her bound to the St. Andrew’s cross.

“Everyone has their own tolerance for pain and their own preferences for how it is inflicted.” Mistress looked down at Heather, who sat on Adam’s back and watched patiently. Adam held himself up on his hands and knees and Heather wondered that he did not get tired. They had been in here at least an hour, Mistress demonstrating different techniques on One and Two.

Heather had only seen Mistress handle the tools herself a few times. Normally, as she had with the show, she handed that work to the slaves to perform on her behalf. She had thought it to be just a matter of showing dominance. Heather thought about her night playing with Mia and having Adam punish Mia for her. The pleasure in it had not been merely having Adam do as she wished, but in knowing that everything Mia felt had been at Heather’s command.

The thought moved down Heather’s body and she rocked on Adam, feeling his warm skin on her bare pussy. She wrapped her chains around one finger and pulled, feeling the tug at her nipples.

“Everyone also has their own desires, things they want from the scene.” Mistress turned her attention back to One and ran her finger from the base of her neck, down her back to the top of her bare ass. Mistress nodded to Two, who took the long flogger and handed her a thin, rose wood paddle. Mistress parted One’s buttocks with her fingertips and brought the paddle down, slapping the skin only hard enough to leave a red mark that quickly faded.

“Please, Mistress.” One cried out. Mistress looked down at Heather and gave her a smile that chilled Heather and sent new sensations of desire running through her. Mistress Victoria was kind. He respected her slaves and submissives and cared for them. She ensured each received attention, from herself or each other. She made sure that they were attended to after shows and sessions, so that any wound, intended or not, could be treated.

“Please what, slave?” Mistress was also cruel, when it suited. “What demand do you make of your Mistress?”

One let out a small whimper. Heather took hold of Adam’s ponytail and pulled. He moaned softly. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I just – I want –”

Mistress brought the paddle across One’s ass again, striking tender skin that would normally be protected from the world. She brought it down again, tracing the edge down the ridge, pressing against One’s ass, as though she were going to push it in.

“Oh yes, please.” One pulled at the shackles again and Heather saw her ass relax. “Please, Mistress.”

“Will you do anything for me?” Mockery dripped from Mistress’ lips. One hung her head down. Heather could see she was humiliated and felt her torso tighten. One was not ashamed of what she wanted. She was humiliated because she had nothing else to offer for it. She was a slave. She had already handed over to Mistress Victoria her consent. Excepting any limits the two women had already set, she agreed to never tell her Mistress no. Heather knew that Mistress would not bargain for her slave to go beyond those limits, either.

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The Challenge

September 10th, 2014

Katsuro watched the women as they walked out onto the stage – tones ranging from milky white to darkest ebony, and every hue in between, framed by the same style of bronze bikini and topped by faces both fierce and beautiful. Each was an angel, blessed with smooth curves and tight muscles, refined by discipline. He slid his hand into his pocket and pulled his erection to the side. Each flex, each pose that showed off the physiques of these women always filled him with desire. Only one thing kept him from going into the back and relieving himself.

I promised Ayako.

Ayako walked with measured grace, small confident steps that allowed her hips to sway with her muscular thighs. Her black hair trailed down her shoulders and her smile drifted up to Katsuro. Her golden skin glowed under the lighting. She stopped at the middle of the stage and stood with her legs apart. She brought her arms to her side and raised them slowly, letting the muscles tighten and form. Gentle applause sounded from the audience. Ayako turned and swept her hair off her back and over her shoulder. She brought her arms to the side, her back smooth. She tensed her left hand, and moved the tension in a wave, up her arm, across her shoulder and back, down her right arm until every muscle protruded and shined under the light. Whistles joined the applause and she relaxed to join the line of women for final judging.

Sada, who was new to this competition, followed behind, walking with quick, aggressive steps and smiling over the crowd. Katsuro could appreciate her body, well sculpted and topped with shoulder-length red hair that framed green eyes that radiated confidence. She paused, in profile to the audience, and brought her right arm up in a bicep curl, every muscle tight and defined. She brought her body around so that she faced the audience now, her curled arm raised and pulling her chest muscles tight. She brought up her left arm, presenting another bicep curl before joining her hands over her head and turning. The muscles of her back seemed to have been sculpted. As she lowered her arms, they flexed and rippled. The audience applauded and whistled loudly.

Sada had proven to be a crowd favorite for several of the segments, but it was clear that Ayako carried the judges.

Katsuro grasped his knees and pulled forward as the host stepped up to announce the winners of the competition. Third place went to Jenn Carpenter, the perennial bronze winner. Sada Oshiro was announced as the runner up for this year’s competition and the name Ayako Fukui was barely heard over the applause. She held her hands to her face and walked up to accept her ribbon with grace.

As he stood to applaud, Katsuro thought that later she would look very nice, wearing only the ribbon on her torso as those thighs surrounded his face.

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Heather in Haven Eight

September 8th, 2014

Heather held Mia’s hand as she led her, blind folded, down the hallway. Mistress Victoria had said that she would be able to use the Velvet Room undisturbed – though she did not promise it would be unwatched. Heather felt a thrill run through her body at the thought. She still felt elated from her show and the idea that someone would secretly watch them made playing with Mia even more tantalizing.

“Where are you taking me?” Mia moved her head around, as though she could feel her surroundings.

“I told you, one of the rooms.” Heather slapped one hand. “Now stop trying to see under your blind fold. That’s cheating.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Heather continued her walk in silence, until she saw Adam waiting obediently by the door. Tonight he wore vinyl shorts with a flap that Heather had commanded be left open. His cock stood erect and the silver ring that guaranteed its attention reflected the red emergency lights of the hall. He opened the door at Heather’s signal and she entered.

The Velvet Room was true to its name. Black velvet lined three walls and the floor, inviting one to walk softly. The fourth wall was reflective glass with an observation room on the other side. Heather had no way to know if anyone were in it yet. A plush maroon couch sat against the far wall with two matching chairs at its wings. Small tables sat in the corners and a larger coffee table, which would normally have been in the center of the seating area, was now pushed against a wall.

In its place stood a bondage bench. Heather had tried it out, with help from One and Two, before having Adam bring it in. She had wanted to make sure it would allow ample room for what she had in mind. Her body had fit neatly along the inclined plane of the top, and if she raised the armrests on the side, she could present her breasts for pleasure or discipline.

Heather guided Mia to stand beside the bench and considered the blouse and skirt she wore. It was a simple ensemble tonight, a white shirt that came off the shoulders and a wide, flaring black skirt. Heather lifted the skirt and smiled to see that she had no panties on tonight. Nothing to lose or misplace. Heather lowered the blouse so that she could pull Mia’s breasts free and let them sit over it. She teased the nipples, and Mia sighed happily.

“So, Samuel doesn’t mind if you play with me. I’m guessing he’s okay with John too?” Heather pinched Mia’s nipple hard, causing her to cry out.

You’re getting mean.

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Façade

September 5th, 2014

Franklin closed the door of the hotel room and looked around, taking in the warm colors. A large king-sized bed dominated the room. To its right, a small table and two chairs created a modest dining area. To its left, an oversized armchair held the suitcase that the bellhop, his fifty-dollar bill now likely moved from palm to pocket, had set there for him. A flat screen TV mounted the wall across from the bed with a long dresser beneath it.

Ahead of him, the bathroom waited, with its large garden tub and separate shower. Next to the bathroom, a sliding glass door opened to a small balcony with a chair for lounging. The sun had just set, and the city below was beginning to come to life in lights.

Franklin turned to the small counter/bar combination next to the door. The bottle of Moscato that he had requested sat in a black wine cooler, next to two down-turned stemless wine glasses and a folded card. Franklin picked up the card to read the note inside.

Mr. Chenault,

I hope that Ms. Freeman enjoys the wine. It is the best Moscato that we offer.

Franklin thought Tasha would like it. The rich aroma and sweet, fruity flavor would help her relax and unwind here. The room itself was perfect, cozy enough to be comfortable when she slept, but small enough to encourage her to go out this week.

No point in Tasha being cooped up in a room all alone.

Franklin walked to the bathroom, taking off his jacket as he walked and laying it across one of the dining chairs. He pulled off his tie as he crossed the bathroom threshold and laid it on the small clothes hamper inside the door. Two additional bags, delivered to the hotel earlier in the day, sat on the bathroom counter just as Franklin had requested. The bathroom was much smaller than he imagined it would be, dominated by the garden tub, but it afforded enough room for him to work. He undressed and stepped into the shower stall beside the tub.

The tub was for Tasha.

Franklin preferred showers. Water caressing deep brown skin, Franklin found the shower to be relaxing and reflective. Each tap on his scalp awakened thoughts lulled by work. This week was Tasha’s week, and he wanted to make sure that she had every experience he could provide her. Shopping, sipping lattes at the café, and exploring the city were all easy things. The club scene, meeting people, those would be the challenges.

Would she be ready for them?

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Heather in Haven Seven

September 2nd, 2014

Heather shifted her weight from foot to foot and looked at the ground. She had asked Mistress Victoria to come back into the dressing room with her early, so that she would have a chance to talk to her. Now, she was not sure how to begin.

What if Mistress thought Heather was using her as a messenger? Or if she got angry at Mia for tipping Heather off to Samuel’s activity at the club?

Mistress Victoria brought her fingers to Heather’s cheek and stroked it lightly. Heather leaned her head into her Mistress’ hand and closed her eyes. The tenderness helped to settle her own nerves. “You have something you want to talk to me about. Something important.”

“Yes, Mistress.” Heather opened her eyes and studied her Mistress’ face. She projected patience and concern. “Do you know all of your patrons by name?”

Mistress nodded her head. She stepped back and motioned for Heather to sit. Heather sat down in the folding chair. In a few minutes, the slaves would be in to prepare her for tonight’s show.

“Mia’s husband is the lawyer I work for. She wants him to seduce me, an office fantasy thing I guess.”

“And you don’t want to do this because of your work relationship.” Mistress leaned her weight on a waist-high wardrobe box. “It is understandable.”

Heather felt a flush of embarrassment move through her. “Oh, Samuel’s cute enough. And honestly, we wouldn’t be the first people in the office to be fooling around.”

“Or the first one you’ve fooled around with?”

The flush moved onto Heather’s face. “To be fair, I knew Olivia before I started working there.”

“So what is the matter then, if you’re happy to participate in their little game?”

Heather breathed in slowly. “Samuel doesn’t know that I’m your submissive. Mia told him about me here, but she didn’t know I was his secretary. I don’t want to say anything to him myself. I want to let the seduction game progress naturally. I sort of figured out, though –” Heather fidgeted with the wooden arms of the chair. “The special guest you had last weekend, that was Samuel.”

She looked up. Mistress Victoria’s expression was unreadable.

“Mia didn’t tell me. We were talking, and she mentioned that people from the office come here during the week. I got a little presumptuous and asked if Samuel did. She avoided my answer, and I remembered seeing her last weekend, heading to the back. I had thought she was going back to play, but it occurred to me she might enjoy watching her husband.”

Mistress’ face remained stoic. Heather had felt bad for asking Mia if Samuel came to the club. She did not think that the question was this bad, though. How serious was Samuel about his privacy?

“I have not been letting him see you because I was concerned you might find it uncomfortable.” A smile formed on Mistress Victoria’s lips. “Now you’ve complicated it even more with your game. I really don’t know what to do with you.”

Heather’s stomach knotted and fluttered at once. She was not sure if she was being played with or reprimanded.

Maybe she’s doing both?

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Heather in Haven Interlude: Working Late

August 25th, 2014

At 7:30 pm, the office was quiet; the last of employees – save Heather and Samuel – had cleared out over an hour ago and the cleaning staff would not be in until after ten. Two and a half more hours, Heather thought, should be enough time for Samuel to finish his briefing for Friday and Heather to go through the last of the surrendered documentation from opposing counsel to find anything last minute that might clench the case.

Heather shifted the Chinese delivery box in her arms as the elevator door opened. She had come down, answering the summons from the security desk, when the food arrived. Heather was getting used to the idea of considering herself more business partner to than employee of Samuel. She was not just a secretary. She had to be more than that, even though she was not a paralegal. He depended on her to proof-read and ensure correspondence was in compliance. That proved especially challenging, and today, Heather tore up a letter as she stood in front of Samuel’s desk to demonstrate to him that edit notes were less recommendation and more fix-this.

She stepped onto the elevator. She had not meant to be a bitch, but it was the third draft of the same letter, and the same problematic passage was there. Samuel was a good lawyer, but he had to be careful how he presented his expectations to a new client when those expectations were of the outcome of a case the client had not even been interviewed about yet. Samuel had, at least, been a good sport about it and made the corrections she suggested.

Heather wondered, as the elevator doors began to close, if her experiences at Haven helped her be more firm with Samuel. She thought about her first day on the job, and would never have imagined ripping up a draft letter without getting reprimanded or fired.

“Please hold the elevator!” A woman’s voice floated to her just before the doors met.

Heather twisted around and pressed the door open button with her elbow. Someone – Heather assumed the woman who the request came from – stepped onto the elevator with a quick thank you. Heather stood up and suddenly had to catch the box of food. For a moment, her hands had stopped working. Sandy hair, loose tonight, framed a milky complexion, curvaceous lips, and bright blue eyes that looked at Heather with desire, curiosity, and a little hint of amusement.

“Mia.” Heather gripped the corners of the box firmly and watched Mia select the floor Heather needed, but no other. “What brings you here tonight?”

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Heather in Haven Six

August 18th, 2014

Heather leaned against the bar and watched the patrons as they milled about the club. It was still early in the evening; the crowd was thin and the music volume was not yet at its max level. The chain hung from her collar to her nipples, cool against her skin. When she moved, the tiny rose charms dangled, and teased her breasts. She wanted her Mistress to tug those chains, but knew that would not happen tonight. Mistress Victoria was entertaining a private patron in the playroom. Heather had asked about joining her, but this client had specific requests in the slaves that would attend them. She was not even allowed to watch from the observation room.

That was unusual. Mistress had already provided her the key to the observation rooms that spied into the three playrooms. Heather could take anyone she wanted into them, provided they promised discretion. Heather doubted no one here was not intimately familiar with that word, but when she thought about it, she could easily see a patron going up to someone whose play had been particularly evocative, thanking him or her, and being met with embarrassment.

Most of the time when rules are broken, the person has the best of intentions.

Heather had considered the possibility of breaking the rule herself, but that did not last long. Something in Mistress Victoria’s voice told her that her participation or observation was not up for debate, or forgivable. She would not be disciplined for not respecting the wishes of a private patron. She suspected that would be met with permanent ostracism.

She had spied Mia and John making their way through the club to the playrooms a short while ago. Heather wondered what room they would be playing in, and if it would be worthwhile to go watch them. She decided against it. She wanted to have a little more time to tease Mia, assuming Mia and John did not opt to stay in the playroom the whole evening. If she watched then play, Heather thought it would give her an unfair advantage in the game – as if she cheated.

“Good evening.” Adam’s voice floated to her over the music. Heather turned to see him walking up, a young woman with shoulder length, strawberry hair beside him. Tonight, he wore jeans and a t-shirt that featured a male doll toy tied to St. Andrews Cross. The girl beside him wore a short skirt and black tank.

“I didn’t expect to see you tonight,” Heather said, looking from Adam to the woman with him and smiling.

“Ellie wanted to come to the club.”

Ellie nodded and held out her and. “You must be Heather. It’s nice to meet you.”

Heather smiled and took the hand offered her. She felt like she was missing something.

“Ellie’s my girlfriend.” Adam seemed to pick up the need for more of an introduction. He smiled and kissed Ellie on the cheek.

Heather felt herself flush, and no thoughts of Mistress Victoria’s practiced discipline could stop it. She suddenly felt very uncomfortable, and troubled by Adam. Sure, they never talked about themselves. At the club, they simply played. But surely the existence of a girlfriend might be something that a play partner should know about.

Adam’s smile dropped. He looked from Ellie to Heather, then dropped to his knees on the floor. Heather looked down at him for a few minutes, then back up at Ellie, happy to have confusion replace the shame and worry she felt a moment ago.

Ellie laughed and slapped Adam lightly on the back of the head. “You goofball. You didn’t tell her, did you?”

Adam looked up. “I thought Mistress would have.”

Heather considered that a moment. Why wouldn’t Mistress Victoria have warned her that Adam had a girlfriend? Heather felt affection for him, but nothing romantic. Provided the girlfriend did not mind – and she was quickly getting the impression Ellie was fine with Heather – it would not chase her away. She realized the only strong affection she was feeling was for Mistress Victoria, and quickly chased that thought away. She had no illusions that a dominatrix would really fall in love with her submissive. Her affection was little more than what Heather felt for Adam: appreciation and a bond that came from a unique physical relationship.

Mistress did not have a reason to tell her. Heather thought about the private session she was hosting this moment, locked away from them. Mistress would not consider it her place to have that discussion either.

“That’s not her job.” Heather measured her voice carefully to be gentle, but firm. “Too bad I don’t have the collar on me. I’d make you wear it the rest of the night.”

Ellie smiled and reached into the small clutch purse she had at her side. She produced Adam’s chain and collar from it. “I had kind of hoped you might be in the mood.”

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Heather in Haven Five

August 12th, 2014

Heather stood still in the familiar playroom while Jules examined her nipples and the small rings pierced through them. She was proud of herself for being diligent with their care and was surprised at how quickly they had healed. Even Olivia’s playful flicking of them had not irritated the piercings and had only served to stimulate her. Even the thought of it produced the tickling sensation between her thighs. Heather sighed and waited patiently for Jules to finish her evaluation. Behind the piercing artist, Mistress Victoria stood by the door, silver chains dangling from her hands.

Tonight, Heather wore a black corset that rested under her breasts, with red rose vines sewn into it. Ruffled layers of short, black tulle beneath the same black sateen and sewn in rose pattern made up her skirt. It reached only a little down her thighs, just below her very bare bottom. Her black boots traced up her thigh, giving a few inches of bare skin below the skirt. Her black collar bore the single silver ring at her throat, waiting for the chains that would run to her breasts.

Jules nodded her head and flicked each of the rings a few times, sending chills through Heather’s body. She gave Heather an inquiring look. “No discomfort?”

“None at all.” Heather gave her a shy smile.

Jules pinched each ring between her thumb and index fingers and pulled them slowly and firmly. Heather drew in breath as she felt her stomach tighten and the tingle between her legs turn moist. Jules released them. When Heather opened her eyes, she could see concern on Jules’ face.

“It’s okay,” Heather said. “I don’t mind pain.”

Jules brought her fingers up to her mouth and played with her lower lip for a moment as she considered Heather’s breasts. She took the rings between her thumb and index fingers again, pulling out slowly. Heather breathed in, feeling the pain from the pull and the urgency swelling between her legs. She imagined Jules, still pulling, kneeling down to place her face beneath her tulle skirt.

After a few minutes, the pain began to turn sharp. Heather did not think that Jules would actually do anything to harm her, but the pain was becoming unpleasant.

“Pink.”

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