First Submission
First Submission
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ANTHOLOGIES
Mandie Mills ,R.M. Olivia, Leslie McKelvey,Zora Nyxx, Breanna Hayse ,S.K. Fero,Kelly Dawson, Starla Kaye,A.T. Brennan, Amanda Ravenscroft,
Selkie McKatrick
Foreword
This is a collection of stories on the subject of first submission within a Domination and submission relationship. The thing I love about working with creative people is you never really know where their minds are going to go. Considering the topic as first submission, I was expecting a series of dark dungeons, savvier male Doms and timid women eager to serve. It was very refreshing to read the stories that were sent in, as they covered a much broader spectrum than I had anticipated. The authors wrote of both straight and gay relationships and in some cases multiple partners and nothing was off limits.
The writers included in this anthology come from quite diverse backgrounds and from all over the world. Some of the authors are from our established Black Velvet Seduction family of writers and some are new and I hope we will be publishing more stories from them in the future.
I would like to take the opportunity to thank all those sending in stories for consideration, I very much hope this will be the first of a series of anthologies exploring many different facets of love, sexuality and passion for the sensual.
I hope you will enjoy reading these stories as much as I have.
R.J.S
The Initiation
Mandie Mills
She opened her front door curiously. It was nine in the morning on a Saturday; she had no idea who could be at her door at this hour.
"Felicity Meadows?" the messenger asked.
"Yes." She looked at the package in his hand. She wasn't expecting a delivery.
"Sign here." He handed her the electronic pad and she signed her name quickly. "Have a good day."
She took the package and turned it over in her hands as she kicked the door closed. It was a flat, rectangular box protected by brown wrapping paper. It looked completely nondescript, and there was no return address on the label.
She went to her living room and carefully opened the paper, revealing a shiny black box. There was nothing written on it to indicate where it was from or what was inside, but when she shook it something moved; clothing perhaps?
She peeled the tape off the sides of the box and opened it. There was a piece of folded white cardstock on top of black and red tissue paper. She picked up the card and opened it.
'Felicity, if you were sincere about wanting to explore a new side of yourself, wear this under your clothes and come to 4133 Greenway Road tomorrow at nine pm. Show this card to the person at the door, and come prepared for an experience you'll never forget.
Sincerely yours,
Shane.'
She felt a blush move over her cheeks as she was hit by a wave of memories.
She'd met Shane Donaldson at work nearly four years ago, and they'd been friendly for a few years. They'd lost touch when he'd taken a job with a different company; until he'd called her out of the blue three days after her divorce had been finalized.
They'd hung out a few times over the past two weeks; having coffee or lunch, always something casual. She'd though he was just being kind to her, taking pity on her because she was lonely. She'd never thought a man as handsome and successful as Shane could have any interest in her, but things had changed the last time she'd seen him.
He'd come to her house and they'd started to watch a movie. He'd kissed her and they'd had sex, right there on the couch she was sitting on. It had been one of the most incredible nights of her life. He'd been the best she'd ever had, and he hadn't been in a hurry to leave after.
They'd shared a bottle of wine and he'd asked her about her fantasies. She'd been a little drunk at that point and had confessed her fantasy of being tied up and having a man torture her with pleasure before he fucked her. He'd asked if she had another fantasy and she'd told him how she'd always wanted to be in a threesome with two men.
He hadn't seemed disgusted by her answers; in fact, he'd smiled and taken her wine glass from her as he'd kissed her, and they'd had sex again.
That had been three days ago and she hadn't heard from him since. She'd assumed he'd come to his senses and was regretting sleeping with her, twice; but now he was sending her invitations to go places and clothes to wear when she went there.
She put the card down and peeled back the tissue paper, staring at what was revealed.
It was a bustier of sorts. It was black and silky with a lace skirt and nothing over where her breasts would be, just empty cups in the built in bra, and there were no panties to go with it. It was hot and very sexy, and completely different from anything she'd ever looked at before.
She swallowed as she checked the tag; it was her size.
She had no idea what was going on, but as she continued to stare at the bustier her shock started to melt away and was replaced with curiosity.
***
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself as she stood in front of 4133 Greenway Road. She'd been standing there for a full minute, trying to figure out what she was doing.
She'd spent last night and most of today wrestling with herself. She was insanely curious about the invitation and the outfit, but she was also scared. She knew Shane and she trusted him; she didn't fear for her safety or worry that he would hurt her, but she was worried about what might happen. She had no idea what was in store for her; what could possibly be on the other side of the nondescript door of the nondescript building.
There was no name; nor real indication of any sort of life inside. It was a big square brick building in the old distillery district, and all of the windows had been blacked out. Most of the area had been converted to warehouses and a few factories. At the other end of the district were a few clubs and high end restaurants, but this area was pretty desolate.
She hadn't made the decision to come until she'd tried on the bustier. It had fit her perfectly, and when she'd looked at herself in the mirror she'd felt incredibly sexy. The ribbing gave her slightly soft body a beautiful hourglass shape, and the skirt was long enough to cover her upper thighs; another one of her fleshier parts. It was a little strange to have her breasts just hanging out, but there was actually the slightest bit of a padded cup built into the bustier. There was only about an inch of material, but it had been just enough to push her breasts up and give them a nice round shape. She'd felt sensual and beautiful and sexy; and she hadn't felt any of those in a very long time.
Now she was standing in front of the building with the card in her hand and her heart in her throat. She wanted to run away, but a bigger part of her wanted to see what was on the other side of the door.
She took a deep breath and knocked. It took a moment, but the heavy door swung open and she saw a very large, very bald man dressed all in black standing there, staring at her.
He didn't say a word, just stood silently. Hesitantly, she handed him the card.
"Room eleven, through there." He nodded to the door behind him as he looked at the card, moving aside to let her pass.
She took a deep breath and walked passed him, pulling open the door as her heart started to pound in her chest.
She found herself in a hallway. There was a door in front of her with no number on it and the hall stretched out to her left and right with doors dotting the lines. It was dark; there was very little light and everything was done in dark, rich colours. As she was looking around the hall, the door behind her closed with a loud 'thud', making her jump.
She glanced to her left and saw a door marked 'Five'. To her right she saw a door marked, 'Four'. It looked as though number eleven was to her left.
She started to walk down the hall, her heels clicking on the smooth wooden surface, and when she came up to room number eleven she paused.
It was too late to go back. She just needed to open the door and she would see exactly what was going on.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
It was not what she was expecting. She wasn't sure exactly what she'd thought it would be, but it wasn't what was in front of her.
It was a small, windowless room set up to be a bedroom. There was a heavy wooden queen-sized four poster bed with a canopy draped over the structure; but there were also what looked to be hanging rings embedded in it. There was a brocade rug on the floor and more of those hooks, hanging down from various parts of the room. There were five chairs set up against one wall, and what looked like a portable closet pushed up in the corner.
The entire room was draped in heavy, dark red swag with wisps of sheer material peeking through here and there, and the furniture and floors were all wood. There was only one light and it wasn't very bright, so she couldn't really see many details.
When she looked at the bed she saw piece of white cardstock and a black blindfold. She took a deep breath as she walked over to it, swallowing as she picked up the card.
'If you're prepared for a night to remember, take off your clothes. Put them on one of the chairs and put the blindfold on. Sit on the bed in only the outfit I sent you, and wait.'
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ANTHOLOGIES
Mandie Mills ,R.M. Olivia, Leslie McKelvey,Zora Nyxx, Breanna Hayse ,S.K. Fero,Kelly Dawson, Starla Kaye,A.T. Brennan, Amanda Ravenscroft,
Selkie McKatrick
Foreword
This is a collection of stories on the subject of first submission within a Domination and submission relationship. The thing I love about working with creative people is you never really know where their minds are going to go. Considering the topic as first submission, I was expecting a series of dark dungeons, savvier male Doms and timid women eager to serve. It was very refreshing to read the stories that were sent in, as they covered a much broader spectrum than I had anticipated. The authors wrote of both straight and gay relationships and in some cases multiple partners and nothing was off limits.
The writers included in this anthology come from quite diverse backgrounds and from all over the world. Some of the authors are from our established Black Velvet Seduction family of writers and some are new and I hope we will be publishing more stories from them in the future.
I would like to take the opportunity to thank all those sending in stories for consideration, I very much hope this will be the first of a series of anthologies exploring many different facets of love, sexuality and passion for the sensual.
I hope you will enjoy reading these stories as much as I have.
R.J.S
The Initiation
Mandie Mills
She opened her front door curiously. It was nine in the morning on a Saturday; she had no idea who could be at her door at this hour.
"Felicity Meadows?" the messenger asked.
"Yes." She looked at the package in his hand. She wasn't expecting a delivery.
"Sign here." He handed her the electronic pad and she signed her name quickly. "Have a good day."
She took the package and turned it over in her hands as she kicked the door closed. It was a flat, rectangular box protected by brown wrapping paper. It looked completely nondescript, and there was no return address on the label.
She went to her living room and carefully opened the paper, revealing a shiny black box. There was nothing written on it to indicate where it was from or what was inside, but when she shook it something moved; clothing perhaps?
She peeled the tape off the sides of the box and opened it. There was a piece of folded white cardstock on top of black and red tissue paper. She picked up the card and opened it.
'Felicity, if you were sincere about wanting to explore a new side of yourself, wear this under your clothes and come to 4133 Greenway Road tomorrow at nine pm. Show this card to the person at the door, and come prepared for an experience you'll never forget.
Sincerely yours,
Shane.'
She felt a blush move over her cheeks as she was hit by a wave of memories.
She'd met Shane Donaldson at work nearly four years ago, and they'd been friendly for a few years. They'd lost touch when he'd taken a job with a different company; until he'd called her out of the blue three days after her divorce had been finalized.
They'd hung out a few times over the past two weeks; having coffee or lunch, always something casual. She'd though he was just being kind to her, taking pity on her because she was lonely. She'd never thought a man as handsome and successful as Shane could have any interest in her, but things had changed the last time she'd seen him.
He'd come to her house and they'd started to watch a movie. He'd kissed her and they'd had sex, right there on the couch she was sitting on. It had been one of the most incredible nights of her life. He'd been the best she'd ever had, and he hadn't been in a hurry to leave after.
They'd shared a bottle of wine and he'd asked her about her fantasies. She'd been a little drunk at that point and had confessed her fantasy of being tied up and having a man torture her with pleasure before he fucked her. He'd asked if she had another fantasy and she'd told him how she'd always wanted to be in a threesome with two men.
He hadn't seemed disgusted by her answers; in fact, he'd smiled and taken her wine glass from her as he'd kissed her, and they'd had sex again.
That had been three days ago and she hadn't heard from him since. She'd assumed he'd come to his senses and was regretting sleeping with her, twice; but now he was sending her invitations to go places and clothes to wear when she went there.
She put the card down and peeled back the tissue paper, staring at what was revealed.
It was a bustier of sorts. It was black and silky with a lace skirt and nothing over where her breasts would be, just empty cups in the built in bra, and there were no panties to go with it. It was hot and very sexy, and completely different from anything she'd ever looked at before.
She swallowed as she checked the tag; it was her size.
She had no idea what was going on, but as she continued to stare at the bustier her shock started to melt away and was replaced with curiosity.
***
"I can't believe I'm doing this," she muttered to herself as she stood in front of 4133 Greenway Road. She'd been standing there for a full minute, trying to figure out what she was doing.
She'd spent last night and most of today wrestling with herself. She was insanely curious about the invitation and the outfit, but she was also scared. She knew Shane and she trusted him; she didn't fear for her safety or worry that he would hurt her, but she was worried about what might happen. She had no idea what was in store for her; what could possibly be on the other side of the nondescript door of the nondescript building.
There was no name; nor real indication of any sort of life inside. It was a big square brick building in the old distillery district, and all of the windows had been blacked out. Most of the area had been converted to warehouses and a few factories. At the other end of the district were a few clubs and high end restaurants, but this area was pretty desolate.
She hadn't made the decision to come until she'd tried on the bustier. It had fit her perfectly, and when she'd looked at herself in the mirror she'd felt incredibly sexy. The ribbing gave her slightly soft body a beautiful hourglass shape, and the skirt was long enough to cover her upper thighs; another one of her fleshier parts. It was a little strange to have her breasts just hanging out, but there was actually the slightest bit of a padded cup built into the bustier. There was only about an inch of material, but it had been just enough to push her breasts up and give them a nice round shape. She'd felt sensual and beautiful and sexy; and she hadn't felt any of those in a very long time.
Now she was standing in front of the building with the card in her hand and her heart in her throat. She wanted to run away, but a bigger part of her wanted to see what was on the other side of the door.
She took a deep breath and knocked. It took a moment, but the heavy door swung open and she saw a very large, very bald man dressed all in black standing there, staring at her.
He didn't say a word, just stood silently. Hesitantly, she handed him the card.
"Room eleven, through there." He nodded to the door behind him as he looked at the card, moving aside to let her pass.
She took a deep breath and walked passed him, pulling open the door as her heart started to pound in her chest.
She found herself in a hallway. There was a door in front of her with no number on it and the hall stretched out to her left and right with doors dotting the lines. It was dark; there was very little light and everything was done in dark, rich colours. As she was looking around the hall, the door behind her closed with a loud 'thud', making her jump.
She glanced to her left and saw a door marked 'Five'. To her right she saw a door marked, 'Four'. It looked as though number eleven was to her left.
She started to walk down the hall, her heels clicking on the smooth wooden surface, and when she came up to room number eleven she paused.
It was too late to go back. She just needed to open the door and she would see exactly what was going on.
Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and stepped inside.
It was not what she was expecting. She wasn't sure exactly what she'd thought it would be, but it wasn't what was in front of her.
It was a small, windowless room set up to be a bedroom. There was a heavy wooden queen-sized four poster bed with a canopy draped over the structure; but there were also what looked to be hanging rings embedded in it. There was a brocade rug on the floor and more of those hooks, hanging down from various parts of the room. There were five chairs set up against one wall, and what looked like a portable closet pushed up in the corner.
The entire room was draped in heavy, dark red swag with wisps of sheer material peeking through here and there, and the furniture and floors were all wood. There was only one light and it wasn't very bright, so she couldn't really see many details.
When she looked at the bed she saw piece of white cardstock and a black blindfold. She took a deep breath as she walked over to it, swallowing as she picked up the card.
'If you're prepared for a night to remember, take off your clothes. Put them on one of the chairs and put the blindfold on. Sit on the bed in only the outfit I sent you, and wait.'
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