Darknest: A Dark Fantasy Erotica Anthology

by J. M. Keep

  “Alright, sit down over here so I can get the boots on you.” Julian instructed, patting a soft, leather padded table barely waist high for her to sit on. The boots were just as long, coming up past the knee comfortably to slot her feet into a ridiculously high heel that would leave Amy on her tiptoes once she got up, but she trusted his decisions.

  Once the buckles for those were in place, Amy sat, wiggling her feet and admiring what she wore as Julian handled revealing a section of the room with spotlights, railings and a plain background. It did look like a stage for photo shoots, if rather customised. Adjusting her position slightly and fingering the cuffs of her long gloves, Amy didn’t dare get up of her own accord until Julian returned, offering her a hand to help her shaky balance.

  “Don’t worry, they’re not really supposed to be walked in, but you can feel it, hm?” He asked. Aside from all the things racing through her mind that she could very well feel, the soft brush of his hand across her ass cheek said she knew exactly what he meant, and did feel it.

  Between the corset’s downward push and the heels forcing her feet up, her plump ass almost felt pushed back, as though presenting herself just from wearing the outfit. The way its frills hugged and curled up her cheeks did nothing to ease the feeling by framing them with delicate lace.

  “Mmnh, y-yeah… it’s hard to believe, all of this…” Amy murmured, carefully walking alongside him in the perfectly softness and ever-present tightness of what bound her. The soft squeeze of his hand on her ass cheek was both sensual and supportive, making Amy bite her lip and squirm against it as he led her onto the photography mat.

  “Well it’ll get better, you’re only just beginning. I’m anxious to see how this affects the style of the dress you’re designing upstairs.” Julian explained with an expectant tone as he smiled, patting her rear to usher her on ahead on her own feet into the middle of the mat.

  “Go on, give me some poses you think you can hold like that, for a start.” Julian instructed, moving away to find an expensive looking photography camera. Blushing and squirming as much as her balance allowed, supported by a timid nature proved a good start for her modelling. The feel of his attention so squarely on her as he moved around, taking such illicit photos was a thrill of its own right she hadn’t expected.

  That night’s session began and ended innocently enough, warming Amy to the idea of returning. The nights to follow saw her put into more compromising poses with more use of the hooks, locks and chains that made up the dress to force into and hold her in the pose.

  Amy came to understand the more sensual, objectifying side of his style, and grew even more accustomed to the intimacy within it under Julian, both in modelling and in bed, where simple rope and leather ties were used to bind her. From there, she could be teased, denied or ravaged to his heart’s content, unable to move from her bondage as he sandwiched his shaft between her breasts or ravaged her throat and ass alike.

  Only her pussy remained untouched through their passionate nights. He had told her it was something he wished to save for a special occasion, and that she should continue putting her virgin heart into her dress. His tender fingering and licking had gotten her off more than once as she wriggled in bondage, and saying such things truly made her feel like she was being trained up beneath him, but she did want to feel him there.

  With that drive constantly in her mind, days and nights passed until her dress was finally finished, complete with its arms and elegant bell-bottom. Given Julian’s inspiration, it had a clear, transparent fabric screen of a front to frame the smooth black of its body, effectively showing off the legs and lingerie beneath in a way both scandalous and reserved.

  Unlike the first of his more erotic dresses she had been put into, hers lacked shoulders and held a generous, low-plunging neckline, both embroidered with gold broaches to draw attention to the sensual curves of the mannequin that acted as reference, rather than openly displaying them in their full glory. Long white gloves of silk that ended in a single finger ring adorned each arm.

  “It’s near as beautiful as its creator, Amy. I can really feel your spirit in it, all the fine details along here, the neckline and front. You should be very proud, I’m impressed.” Julian said, gently rubbing her shoulders from behind as he smiled at the finished dress, leaning in to kissing her cheek as she smiled back at him.

  It had been weeks since everything had shifted in those unexpected ways. Just a kiss on impulse had thrown her into such a passionate way of experiencing and understanding his methods. Having been brought into both the sensually erotic side of his work and roughly dominant side of his lust for her in bed, intimacy was easy for Amy to accept and lean into comfortably now, humming contently.

  “I couldn’t have done it without you and all your training… I just kept visualising how you made me feel, like I really was your little doll, how you’d have me dressed up.” She murmured, reaching out to brush the sleeve of the dress she had crafted lovingly as he chuckled softly behind her.

  “That’s good. There’s still a lot we can do down there, but you’ve really come so far. You’ve earned a rest, so take it easy for the rest of the day. I have some things to clean up, but we’ll celebrate tonight.” Julian offered, getting an amicable and happy nod from Amy as she turned to lean in and kiss his lips.

  “Thank you, Julian. For everything, really, I could never have imagined this….” Amy said, smiling tenderly as Julian chuckled and ruffled her hair to make her look down and bluster under his playful response.

  “You’ve earned it all, from the moment I first laid eyes on you until the last stitch, this is all through your own talent and passion. No one can tell you otherwise, Amy.” He explained, hugging her in to kiss her cheek before taking his leave. Amy stayed behind, bristling with pleasure and accomplishment for the rich and fine-cut dress she had created from within her mind. It all felt like a dream, but even she could admit that she had earned some time to relax in peace, and simply lounge out the day.

  It wasn’t until later that night, hours after another beautiful mountainside sunset, sat by lamplight and deep into reading a book that the villa’s power shorted out, throwing Amy into a familiar darkness. She knew the cause, and waited a moment before sighing in vexation as she tried to carefully get up and find a light.

  While the house was big, she knew Julian was busy as it was, and possibly further away from the basement level or a light than she was. She didn’t mind handling the fuse box or going down there – especially now, after having gotten so accustomed to it, the slightly stale air had a fond association for her now – but she still needed to find her phone for a way to know where she was going with its torch.

  “If this is all part of your big plan, Julian…” Amy muttered as she rummaged and finally finding it, turned on the torch and headed down. It was entirely possible he’d flipped the fuse to lure her down there without an order for some special surprise. The thought of it made her bite her lip and walk a little more eagerly, perhaps more than she should have. At this rate, she was going to be disappointed if it wasn’t.

  Making her way to the box, flipping the trip switches back up brought power back to the grids, and eventually a flare of light to the dim basement level. So the lights had been on, but there was still no sign of Julian. This had to be a surprise, then. Turning off and pocketing the phone, Amy decided to wander in search.

  Having spent several more hours down in the darker basement, she was far more comfortable in most of its rooms, yet others remained mystery. Perhaps one of those was where this special celebration lay. It was behind one such door, where the light flickered on and off which Amy heard something clack with the floor, catching her attention.

  “You’re in here, huh?” She murmured, slipping in and looking around. There was no one, or so she thought, but that familiar case from the day she took that world-changing step forward with Julian was here. Aside it, behind a tall curtain lay the foot of a boot, just peeking out. It was a feminine boot, wit
h criss-crossed laces from toe-tip to beyond the curtain, at such an angle that it must be on someone’s foot.

  “Someone there…?” Amy murmured in question, lowering her head and stepping towards it in curiosity. She’d never been in this room, which in turn had a door into another room she had never been in. A faintly metallic smell that made her rub her nose as she got to the back of the room, pulling the curtain aside and stepping inside. What Amy saw took her breath away.

  Like some sleeping princess, a girl lay reclined in a tall, padded throne of a chair with her arms at her sides. The dress she wore was unlike Amy’s own or any of the ones she had seen down here, but did feel unique and lovingly made. She had never seen the dress – a rich, dark red inlaid with layers of white and a beautiful, high-necked lace sash – or the life-like doll wearing it.

  “Amazing… he never told me he had such a beautiful doll dressed up down here...” She murmured. It had to be a doll, with skin lightly powdered to an ethereal finish and long, flowing golden locks of hair that made her look like something from a fairy tale. Amy almost felt a pang of jealousy for its elegance as she reached out to touch the dolls cheeks, gently turning its head and reading the nameplate on the fine, leather collar she wore around her neck.

  “Angelina…” Amy whispered, smiling quietly. “Perhaps I’ll be able to be as beautiful as you, one day.” She continued. This time she did feel a pang of jealousy, on seeing the named collar. He hadn’t given her something like that, but she knew better than to pout. He must have had his reasons, perhaps she would be given one with her ‘graduation’.

  Those thoughts all dashed from her mind as the dolls vibrant, blue-green eyes shot open, staring up at her with a wide-eyed, frantic terror, her mouth snapping open as if to scream and shout.

  “Aah?! What… how are you moving? Wait, you’re not a doll? But I’ve never seen you, when did you get here…” Amy murmured in question, backing away as the girl sat unmoving in her throne, eyes wide and head shaking. Something soft covered Amy’s mouth, hands wrapping around her and holding her head still. Trying to breathe and react through that soft pad filled her head with overwhelmingly drowsy fumes. Within seconds, thoughts of that mysterious girl and the world around her blacked out.

  ~~

  “Nnh, head hurts…” Amy groaned, squinting and blinking to open her eyes. She would have liked to rub them, but her hands wouldn’t move. There was warmth and light around her, with a soft buzzing sound from somewhere nearby. As her body woke, she realised that sound was in direct contact with her body, specifically right between her legs, making her legs tingle.

  “Huh…?” She breathed out, eyes opening as adrenaline kicked her into waking with the realisation. She was standing with her hands locked and bound high above her head in those exotic gloves she wore down here for Julian. The long boots locked up her legs in kind, spreader bars in the little hoops in her boots and under her knees held them far apart, with a thick chain holding them off the ground.

  She was wearing the rest of the dress, too, down to its breast-lifting hug and emphasising curves. That buzzing between her legs was a high-powered vibrator that – now that she was awake – sent an intense jolt of pleasure through her stomach, making her swing and moan loudly.

  “Heh, finally awake, huh? I thought you might orgasm in your sleep.” Julian was beside her, his voice a soothing, grounding presence as she swung in the bondage. The vibrator turned off and came away.

  “Julian? What…” Amy breathed out, focusing on catching breath and orientation for the time being. It was like sitting, but with no chair under her. The truth of how exposed that left her made her squirm with a familiar, shameful pleasure as she felt him cup her cheek and draw her in to a passionate kiss. Her tongue was still sluggish and asleep, but she met his advance with as much passion and desire as she could muster, humming deep in her throat until it broke.

  “Welcome to your celebration party, my dearest Amy. You’ve come so far, but we’ve still only scraped the surface down here. Tonight I want to take you further, make you mine.” Julian whispered, squeezing Amy’s heart as surely as her breast as she listened to his words, licking her lip and sighing softly with a hopeful nod.

  Then first, I have this, for you.” Julian offered, lifting an intricately laced leather band, cantered with the soft shine of white gold, ‘Amy’ lovingly grafted into it, punctuated by a little engraved heart. It left her speechlessly happy, but he could see she understood, and gently placed the collar around her neck, firmly latching it on.

  It felt tighter than the band in the high-neck ever had as he buckled it on. Was it a sign of how gently he’d been treating her until now? Darkness shrouded Amy’s world again, this time in thanks to a soft, silken blindfold masking her eyes and making her squeak in surprise.

  “I’m right here, don’t worry.” Julian called, kissing her cheek and hugging her breasts from behind. The way he teased and pinched her nipples made her gasp and squeal faster than usual, due to being unable to see it happen, she supposed. She was already tingling and wet for him, in the erotic suit she’d slipped into so often, so playing with her body like this was unfair.

  “Mmnh, you’ve never used a blindfold…” She breathed out, squirming and swinging in her bondage as he chuckled softly. A mechanism above her clanked, and the world heaved around her with no sense of direction. There was more sense of hanging when it stopped. She could tell her hands had moved from above her head to around her breasts, but she still couldn’t say where anything was for sure without him.

  “This is a special occasion, after all. We’re doing more than modelling tonight, Amy.” He explained, kissing her lips gently, then kissing again more lightly to make her try and chase after the kiss. It left her with an expectantly open mouth and searching tongue as his presence disappeared. What that waggling appendage found was something entirely different to his lips.

  What she found was something thick and hot with a hint of bitter musk. She knew exactly what it was that her tongue had brushed, and the sensation made her breathe out a quick laugh and open her mouth wider to get it back. Julian chuckled happily from above her as he held it away from her searching lips.

  “Eager to get into the fun, aren’t you?” He teased, letting the tip of his cock gently brush her tongue as she hung level with his crotch, her head upside-down from how the tight leather straps held her up. Amy only moaned agreement as she caught his shaft again, twisting her tongue around that tip and trying to close her lips on it before his shaft was gone from her mouth’s grasp again. Unable to move her hands or see, she understood what he was doing now – teasing her with blind denial. It was infuriatingly effective.

  Julian didn’t intend to tease her all night, however. Mere moments later, the sensitive glans ran over her tongue and straight into her mouth, past the relaxed and overturned reflex of her throat to fill her with a his shaft. It was all she could do to try to swing in her bondage, not even able to see as his balls nudged up against her nose as she suckled greedily and gulping on the shaft.

  There was an intensity like nothing she’d felt before in the act, blindfolded and hung up and used like a swing. It was so simple, but told her he really had been gentle on her until now. As gently and slowly as it had begun, Julian pulled out and stopped, hoisting her back up in the bondage to kiss those softly tingling lips. Unable to see what was going on or even do anything, Amy moaned softly and licked her lips as she tried to figure out where he was again. This time, he was right in front of her – between her legs, even, at a place that yet had gone untouched.

  “I’m going to make you mine tonight, Amy, my precious doll. I don’t want them to take you, so I’ll make you mine.” He whispered, gently pressing against her mounds as he hugged her ass cheeks and lifted her up against him. Amy swallowed hard but nodded eagerly, most of the weight taken off her bondage with how he held her. Finally, he was going to take her virginity and make her his woman, just as he’d promised.

  “Mmnh, s
how me… break me and make me yours, please…” Amy breathed out, releasing all the pent up desire and longing for this moment. Feeling that cloven head nudge and push into her folds, she gasped and strangled back a soft whimper of shock as it pushed her apart. It was really happening. While it wasn’t near as rough or intense as when he had taken her rear, it was all the more important for her, and him in kind. Julian took it just as slow for knowing that, and even paused at the flexing resistance of her hymen. For all the steps she had taken, this truly was the last that there was no turning back on.

  “Ready?” Julian breathed in a soft, tender whisper, and Amy swallowed hard before nodding. His arms were around her, and he was all she could feel as she floated in her bondage. A quick, firm push forward, pulling her down onto him slid straight past her resistance, lashing her with the moment of defining pain that came with not only truly becoming a woman, but his. Amy had never felt so happy or alive, even with the moment of agony.

  “Haah, mnnh… i-it’s in… Julian…” She breathed, held steady in his arms as he hushed softly, kissing her lips and gently stroking her rear as he held her up.

  “It is. I’m going to start moving, alright?” He asked, and through breathy gasps to steady herself, Amy gave her acceptance happily, clenching her fists and curling her toes as he started to move inside her virginally despoiled sex. While slow at first, the feel of it was all the more intense for how helpless and isolated Amy felt, blind in bondage as she was, making her body react and adjust faster around him.

  It didn’t take long for those soft, gradual thrusts to start feeling good and fill Amy’s mind with a blind, thoughtless bliss. This was beyond fairy tales, beyond her wildest dreams, but she was his, and he wanted to keep her. The thought warmed her body, added voice to her moans and quickened her breathes as she swung back and forth, bouncing off him happily as he took that last vestige of her purity.