Raven's Seduction

by M T Stone

  “Welcome to the dungeon.” He chuckled retrieving a box of tissues for me.

  “Thank you, sir. You are such a gentleman.” I gave him my best evil eye.

  He slipped on his shirt, leaving it unbuttoned and then sat down on the couch as if he was going to watch me clean up. I swiftly slipped on my dress and turned away to finish cleaning up.

  “That’s where you draw the line?” He laughed. “I can fuck you silly, but you won’t let me watch you clean up the mess?”

  “Can you allow me to leave with just a tiny shred of dignity intact?”

  “I guess I can. Just for tonight, though. If you return, you better check your dignity at the door.” He gave me a stern, seriously sexy look.

  “Actually, I think this will have to hold me for a while. I’ll have to restock the piggy bank before I can spend any more money on sex play,” I replied hoping he would offer a reduced rate.

  “Let’s go. We can discuss that in the car.” He grabbed my hand and began leading me back out of the dungeon.

  I think he’s going to give me a discount!

  Gunner

  As we settled into the limo, Raven still had that freshly fucked look on her face. It’s a look that suits her well. After being so nervous and fidgety earlier, she now seemed completely relaxed and pleasant.

  “How is all this stuff even legal?” she asked with a hazy look in her eyes.

  “That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. The contract that you signed earlier was more than a simple liability release form, it was a modeling contract.”

  “A what?” She shot straight up in the seat.

  “Relax, it’s nothing binding. It’s just to protect us from any prostitution allegations.”

  “So you call us models and it’s not prostitution?”

  “More or less. Had you read the contract, you would’ve seen that tonight was actually considered a screen test.”

  “Really,” she replied crossing her arms defensively.

  “Yes and you totally blew me away. Have you ever squirted like that before?”

  “No! Is that what happened? That was the strangest thing I’d ever felt in my life. It was like something erupted down there.” Her eyes widened.

  “It sure did, you blasted me right in the face. There aren’t many women who can do it like that.”

  “I’m pretty sure you were the one who did it.” She giggled. “No wonder your chest was glistening so much.”

  “Yeah, you got me pretty good.”

  The car pulled up to the hotel and stopped before I really had a chance to explain the whole contract to her.

  “I’m going to send you a text from my personal phone. Will you have dinner with me tomorrow evening about five o’clock? I’ll explain all of the details of the modeling contract.”

  “Yeah, but I wouldn’t be caught dead doing that on video,” she replied adamantly.

  “You know Sapphire right?”

  “Is she the one we talked to on the phone?”

  “Yeah, her dungeon name is Sapphire. She signed her contract just over five years ago and since then has accumulated over a million online fans.”

  “Gross, over a million people are watching her online?”

  “Gross? She makes about seventy five cents per year from each of those followers. I know that doesn’t sound like much, but that’s over $750,000 per year!” That got her attention.

  “Wow, that’s a ton of cash,” she responded with a faraway look in her eyes. “I could never do it, though.”

  “What if I told you that you already did it?”

  “You mean you recorded me?” she replied turning instantly hot.

  “Whoa, whoa, whoa…. Every session done in the entire building is recorded, but you bought the rights to it for the $500. No one is ever going to see it except for you and me,” I said putting my arm around her.

  “You swear to God?”

  “I swear to God! In fact, I’ll give you the master copy tomorrow night at dinner.”

  “Ok, I’ll meet you for dinner, but this is way out of my comfort zone. Like so far out of it, that I’m actually trembling again.” She held up her hand to show me.

  “I know. That’s what makes it so hot.” I gave her a kiss on the cheek. “I can make you our biggest star, if you let me work with you.”

  “I need to go. You have already blown my mind several times tonight. I need some rest,” she said as she struggled toward the door of the limo.

  “There’s no pressure whatsoever. Just think about it and I’ll pick you up right here for dinner tomorrow evening,” I said, trying to reassure her.

  “Ok, I’ll be here at five.”

  Raven

  Oh my holy fucking… what have I gotten myself into? Not only did he violate me in nearly every possible way, but he also recorded it? Fuck me! As I wilted into the driver’s seat of my sports car, my bottom felt completely numb and my mind was still abuzz. While sitting there trying to collect myself, my phone buzzed. It was a text from Gunner:

  I know your head is probably spinning right now, but just relax. We’ll discuss everything tomorrow and then I will respect whatever decision you make. Remember, no pressure.

  After a few seconds, a second text came across the screen: I had a blast with you tonight…

  I knew that the right thing to do would be to get the recording from him the following night and say goodbye; however, I had never had an orgasm like that in my entire life. It was going to take every bit of will power I could muster to walk away. Who am I trying to kid… I won’t be walking away. Not yet anyway.

  Chapter 7

  Raven

  Crawling into bed that night, I was more physically and emotionally exhausted than I had been since giving birth. And yet, there were so many thoughts running through my head that all I could do was stare at the ceiling. I can’t believe I did that. It still seems like a dream. Gunner is sexy as hell, but I can’t believe he recorded me. What if that leaked out? That would completely ruin what’s left of my career. I had a blindfold and wig on most of the time, so maybe no one would recognize me. How would I ever explain it to Hannah? Then there’s my mother, who would never let me live it down. Maybe I really am a dirty slut.

  I glanced down at my phone and re-read the last message from Gunner. He had a blast? My thoughts instantly turned back toward the lustful side. I have never come like that in my life. I can’t believe I squirted. That was so weird. After tossing and turning restlessly, I rolled onto my stomach and stuffed my headphones into my ears. I cranked up one of my old favorites, Take Your Mama by the Scissor Sisters. Screw it. I had one of the most amazing experiences of my life tonight, but I’m not going any deeper. I’ll get that master recording from Gunner tomorrow night and tell him I’m done. My mind continued to flip flop, back and forth.

  The remainder of the night was spent drifting in and out of sleep, dreaming about all that had gone on earlier in the evening. I thought back to how intense it had been. He damn near made me pass out. My juices began to flow once again just at the recollection of being forced to orgasm repeatedly while being unable to escape his touch. What a rush! My fingers traveled down between my legs. Wow, I’m actually a little sore.

  After several hours of fitful sleep, my phone buzzed again. This time it was a text from Amber:

  Amber: I’m dying to know what happened last night!

  She must have truly been dying because I had never heard from her before 8:00am on a Saturday morning for as long as I had known her.

  Me: It was wild, scary, and amazing!

  Amber: Get up! Let’s go have breakfast or coffee or something.

  Me: I need a good breakfast. I’ll call you after a shower.

  Amber: Just throw your hair back - you can shower later.

  Me: No. I really need a shower! : )

  Amber: You’re killing me…

  ~~~

  “You should see this fucking guy,” were the first words that flew out of my mouth when I met Am
ber at our favorite breakfast place. I don’t normally swear in public, so she was more than a little shocked.

  “What does he look like?” Her eyes lit up.

  “Tall, dark, and seriously ripped. His name is Gunner and he’s sooo frickin’ hot.”

  “Gunner.” She laughed. “You do know that’s not his real name, right?”

  “I know, but he doesn’t know my real name either. That’s what makes it kind of fun.”

  “Are you going to see him again?”

  “Yeah, he’s taking me to an early dinner tonight.” I beamed.

  “You are sick. I want a Gunner!” She pouted.

  “Hey, you have the phone number, too. Quit being such a chicken shit and send them a text,” I countered, giving her the raised eyebrows.

  “I know. I will as soon as we’re done here. I just wanted to make sure that you had a good time and that everything checked out okay.”

  “I had the time of my life. I even squirted,” I whispered.

  “We can actually do that?” she asked in disbelief. “I always thought that was a myth and they were just peeing or something.”

  “No, it’s very real. It’s incredible actually. If you want to have a little extra fun, just bet him a hundred bucks that he can’t make you squirt.” I smirked.

  “Yeah, I’m going to taunt him my first time out. Good advice my friend!” she replied, her face becoming flushed.

  After finishing an interesting breakfast with Amber, I sent Gunner a quick text letting him know that Amber was going to be contacting them. I wanted to make sure he knew that she was my best friend, so he would let someone else call her back. I didn’t want to share my Gunner! My Gunner, yeah right.

  Throughout the course of the afternoon, my thoughts kept drifting back to how incredible he looked without his shirt. I wonder if I made him hard? I’m sure he’s seen so many girls. I need to stop thinking about him. I’m walking away. At least that’s what I kept repeating to myself. It’s what I really wanted to do, but part of me knew that he had literally opened up Pandora’s box and I was going to have a very hard time not finding out what else was hidden inside. If pain heightens the experience even further, I’m not sure I could even handle it. I almost passed out from level one. God, I’m getting horny again. He’s going to drive me fucking crazy.

  The day literally dragged by as I checked the time every fifteen or twenty minutes. For once it was gorgeous outside, so I decided to get out and enjoy it. Watching people in the park was one of my favorite pastimes, so I thought it would be a good way to kill some time. The nice weather had drawn out all of the fair weather joggers and exercisers, so there were all types of people to watch.

  One of the highlights was an older gentleman who apparently took his fashion cues from an old Richard Simmons workout video. Can you even buy those sweat bands anymore? Oh well, at least he is out here trying to get a little exercise which is more than I can say. I really need to get back in shape. That was honestly why the thought of being recorded had sent me over the edge. I haven’t worked out in months for Christ sake and I’m white as a damn ghost.

  “Hey, neighbor,” a familiar voice startled me from behind me.

  Holy shit! “Tom, how are you?” He was one of the only single guys who lived in my apartment building.

  “Doing great, just glad to finally get some sun.”

  “Me, too. I was just noticing my pasty white legs.”

  “Well, you’re in good company. Anyone with a tan is either from out of town or fake baking.” He laughed. “You look good, even without a tan.”

  “Thanks for lying to make me feel better. You look hot in those bike shorts, too,” I blurted out without thinking.

  “Sorry, they’re a little tight,” he said with an embarrassed look crossing his face. “I gained a few pounds over the winter.”

  “Nah, bike shorts can never be too tight,” I teased.

  “On that note, I’m going to get back to my exercise.” He smirked.

  “Nice to see you, Tom.”

  “You, too. Have fun creeping on everyone,” he added while peddling away.

  That was one of the most normal conversations I had ever had with Tom. For some reason, he had always made me flustered, which usually led to walking away in embarrassment. God I hate that. That never happened when I was younger. If anything, I had been a little too bold and scared the boys off. Ever since my divorce, though, I hadn’t been able to regain the confidence and composure of my younger days. Being a struggling, single mom has definitely taken a toll on my ego. Even though I knew it was all in my head, it didn’t make it any easier to correct. It had always been way easier for me to change physical habits than mental ones.

  It’s finally three o’clock! I sprung off the bench and began the trek back to my apartment. Since I had worn my little black dress the night before, I decided to break out the red one. That red dress always makes me feel sexy. Once again, thoughts of Gunner began to flood my mind. It had been years since I couldn’t stop thinking about someone. It felt like one of those intense crushes from my high school days. I’m a little too old for crushes. I really can’t wait to see him, though.

  Gunner

  I was shocked when the first thought that I had the following morning was of Raven. She’s so different from most of the women I’ve met in the past few years. Her innocence and professional demeanor are definite turn-ons. Since she was so out of it, I don’t think she even noticed how aroused I was after our session. It took every ounce of willpower I had to resist sweeping her up in my arms and taking her home with me last night.

  Unfortunately, that hadn’t even been a possibility due to my extremely rigid employment contract. Any relationships that began in the dungeon stayed in the dungeon. I’m not going to lose a lucrative gig like this over some foolish attraction. I can’t believe I’m even contemplating it. I’ve worked with hundreds of girls without giving any of them a second thought. None of them were like her, though.

  I made a conscious decision to suppress my feelings. I had mastered that skill over the years. Being a Dom in the porn industry wasn’t exactly something that allowed for stable outside relationships, but for the moment, the money was way too good to pass up. In fact, with my debt paid to Carter, I had finally been able to build up a serious cash cushion. It was a huge improvement from where I had been the day that Renegade pulled up to the gym in a new hundred thousand-dollar Boxster. Thank God he took the time to introduce me to his boss. At the time, all of us in the financial services industry had been hanging on for dear life and I had foolishly stepped over the line. I was simply trying to get ahead, but it had only left me in a dire situation.

  I have never forgotten our first conversation that afternoon; I had no idea what BDSM even was. I had heard of bondage, but it wasn’t something that I had spent any time thinking about. It wasn’t until he told me how much money he was making that I developed a keen interest to learn more. After describing the basic concepts, he turned me over to Sapphire, who became my Dominatrix. She opened my eyes to a world that I had never imagined and made me feel things that were way beyond my sense of reality at the time.

  For some reason, I thought that she would go easy on me since she was a girl… I couldn’t have been more wrong. Sapphire and Sable both turned out to be at least as brutal as any of us guys. I honestly didn’t think my balls were ever going to be the same after our first few sessions, but they survived. In fact, I found the pain and agony to be strangely addictive. That’s when I began to realize why some people kept coming back over and over to conquer even more challenging levels. It truly is a challenge, not unlike a triathlon, mountain climbing, or any of the adrenaline-fueled sports.

  In BDSM, there is adrenaline, fear, pain, and the eventual reward of an endorphin overload, which is exactly what makes it so addictive. It’s definitely much more fun than skydiving or base jumping, but it’s every bit as challenging to master your fear of the unknown. Sapphire was always a huge fan of blind
folds, so I never knew when the cattle prod or the next crack of a cane was coming. Just like in real life, I simply had to train my mind not to fear the uncertainty. Once I mastered that and learned to relax into the pain, then the humiliation training had begun. That’s a whole story within itself.

  Over the past few months, though, things had begun to grow a bit stale. The money was great and the job wasn’t hard, but it seemed as if the same girls kept on coming through the door over and over again. I was more than ready to meet someone like Raven, so I found myself hoping that I could convince her to stay. I went so far as to contact Jasmine, a friend of mine who was a makeup artist for the movie industry. She had helped me cloak my identity when I first got started, so I knew she would be able to do the same for Raven. In the meantime, we could continue to use the blindfolds or even something more extreme like a hood.