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The Magician’s Assistant (Part 2)

Published April 14, 2019 by Kate Lessons

Her nakedness did not bother her one bit. The route was dark and warm, and those she passed so caught up in their own work that none noticed her bare backside as she trod steadily, swiftly through the rabbit warren of backstage.

She tried to think logically of where he would have headed. They had performed here once or twice before, and she knew he sometimes liked to take a moment or two to himself, step out into the stagnant city air and smoke away his nerves. And she faltered as she approached the service doors to the cramped alleyway behind the theatre, unsure of who he might be with. She could not be sure the clutches of smokers and nervous ingénues would be as dismissive of her nakedness as the crewmen had been so far.

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Reunion

Published March 30, 2019 by Kate Lessons

This is a follow up to Cheesecake, as requested by Quinn, as well as an entry into Exhibit A‘s Scrabble Challenge You can play it…

The Sinners (Version II)

Published March 27, 2019 by Kate Lessons

He was tipping ash onto one of Mrs Jones’ ugly pink china saucers, and I was gazing at him, lovingly.

Improper though it may be, we lay next to one another on my bed. Mrs Jones was out. Mrs Jones wouldn’t have approved, even though we were engaged, with a June wedding date set. And smoking, the smoking was the cherry on top of the cake of depravity. She would never get over the shock.

I didn’t want to think of Mrs Jones. Instead I concentrated on the coral imprint of my lipstick, clinging to the white paper shell between his lips; thinking of ten minutes before when he’d gently put it to my mouth so I could take a drag. It was almost another form of kissing; an increased intimacy, here on this single bed no wider than a pillowcase. With only the ugly saucer between us.

“Isn’t it funny how shocking it would be if people knew we were lying here like this? Engaged to be married, and we can’t be left alone in a bedroom for fear we’ll behave inappropriately. And it’s worse for you. You have the eyes of the entire parish on you.”
He laughed and stubbed the end of his fag out, setting the saucer on the bedside cabinet behind him.

“What brought this on? You know I wasn’t a china doll when I proposed.”

“No, of course not.”
“Are you worried I’ll do something I shouldn’t? Please don’t, I want us to wait. I would wait until judgement day for you.”

He was making it worse. I was making it worse, the words all wrong and I felt as if I was judging him for the other girls he had been with before me, before he had taken orders. He hadn’t asked me about other boys; he hadn’t needed to, that information had been volunteered within days of our first tryst; as if I wanted to prove to him I was good and pure and deserving of him. Because in truth, I didn’t believe I was.

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The Sinners

Published March 23, 2019 by Kate Lessons

He was tipping ash onto one of Mrs Jones’ ugly pink china saucers, and I was gazing at him lovingly.

The words came out before I could filter them.

“What brought this on? You know I wasn’t a china doll when I proposed.”

“No, of course not.”
“Are you worried I’ll do something I shouldn’t? Please don’t, I want us to wait. I would wait until judgement day for you.”

“I… I touch myself.” The words came out in a rush and I looked down at my hands. My hands which I used to type letters, wash pots, cook dinners and pleasure myself to vivid dreams of my fiancé.

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Parallel

Published March 4, 2019 by Kate Lessons

He loved her, and he loved me. Concurrently, not consecutively. The tie that binds, hands held fast. He stood between us and loved us equally.…

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A girl (and a boy) on a bench

Published March 3, 2019 by Kate Lessons

We reached a bench. He sat, and tapped his knee. But you know you shouldn’t doubt me. And now I’m going to spank you. Not…

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Eroticon Meet & Greet 2019

Published March 3, 2019 by Kate Lessons

NAME (and Twitter if you have one) Hannah Lockhardt but please call me by my human name as it makes me much less nervous. Every…

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The Magician’s Assistant (Part 1)

Published February 22, 2019 by Kate Lessons

His moustache caused consternation, but it was integral to the act. She was entrusted to wax his moustaches before each performance; stand close to him with her own downy upper lip trembling with unspent lust as her nimble fingers twisted and twisted.

Miriam was selected from the periphery of Max Hardinger’s Wonder Girls – a little stouter, a little more wide-eyed than her pretty peers who kicked and twirled, she nonetheless caught Rhydian Hart’s attention almost immediately. It would be ten years more before she caught his heart.

Though they lived in close quarters; and only a painted screen separated their naked bodies in the cramped dressing rooms they shared; lustfulness seemed far from Rhydian’s desires.

Still, she quickly learnt the necessities of her role as his assistant – to fool the eyes of the audience, and make his act more wondrous, and he would clasp her hands after they had exited the stage, his eyes alight with excitement, but nothing more.

Her sole intimacy remained stroking the dark hair of his upper lip, warming the wax between her fingers until it was malleable. The scent of clove and sandalwood would linger on her skin until she bathed; but before the oils had truly vanished, she would trace her fingertips around her lips, circling over and over. With the light waning and her touch just so, she could imagine Rhydian was kissing her. Sometimes she circled the fingers lower, just above her right breast, and could almost feel the weight of his mouth there.

This she desired more than anything.

The Library Club Part II

Published February 21, 2019 by Kate Lessons

Part I Here

puppy’s tender nipples were so stiff they ached under the gaze of these twelve strangers. For the first time since she had received her confirmation letter, her heart dropped to her stomach and she wondered what was about to occur. It was only knowing Mister was nearby that steeled her as The Chair approached.

He curled his finger under her collar and yanked her forward, chin jutting upward and her eyes widening.
“Stand up straight, puppy.” He admonished, punctuated by a slap across her cheek.

To his peers, he said the following.

“My fellow lovers of the vile, vivid and virulent, welcome. Your dedication to the club’s aims of sensual, consensual desecration is appreciated and celebrated. It is midday; time for fresh meat.”

He placed his hand on puppy’s back and pushed her forward.

“Joining us today we have puppy, a stupid slut with no morals whatsoever. Touch your cunt, puppy.”

She reached between her thighs without a second thought and fingered her sodden slit, already blushing. As she masturbated, The Chair spoke again.

“This fat little lump appears innocent and plain at first glance, but as you can see she has no issue debasing herself for strangers on a single instruction.”

It was a sharp, painful truth – she had bent her knees, for better access to her slippery cunt but also to better show off that cunt to her audience. Her fingers disappeared inside and she fucked herself the way Mister had asked her to a hundred times. And yet this was nothing compared to what was to come. Nothing at all.

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The Library Club Part I

Published February 19, 2019 by Kate Lessons

Left to her own devices, puppy sometimes got herself in hot water. She went looking for trouble and Mister had to rescue her. Or at least keep close by, ensuring her safety.

The Library Club met each month on a Sunday afternoon. For an hour. Only an hour. They were an elected committee – six masculine, six feminine, and they invited pliant, pretty, precocious submissives to their lair to indulge their wicked and salacious desires.

Submissives would have to prove their worth before they were permitted to attend; prove they knew their own minds, loved themselves and understood their own needs before a Committee member would engage with them. They would be interviewed over the course of days, or weeks. Observed in their daily interactions. And if all was well, their invitation would follow.

puppy had discovered them all on her own, without the help of Mister or Claudia’s sarcastic guidance. In her online community of Dominance and submission, there was a man who told stories online. He drew crowds of stricken admirers, and puppy was among them.

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