5 comments/ 18034 views/ 3 favorites And the Sky Turned Scarlett By: lord_jefe I woke up slowly -- completely unaware of how I fell asleep. As I attempted to stretch, I realized I was bound to some sort of steel frame. My ass was on a fork shaped device, leaving my crack exposed. I could tell because of what felt like a cool breeze blowing on my asshole. My legs were tied to this frame I could now see. My arms were stretched behind me. I looked around the room. It appeared all black, with no detail other than a candelabra with three thick, blood red candles. I did NOT like this. But how did I get here? I attempted to move. I discovered the steel I was on must be spring steel of some sort, as I began to bounce. Each down stroke made me feel something blunt near my asshole, almost penetrating me. I stopped struggling and waited for the bouncing to stop. I wasn't gay, and that was exit only in my book. I heard a voice at this point. A woman's voice. Deep & sultry. "So, you're awake, are you? About time. I've been waiting to play with you for a long time." I knew that voice. But I just couldn't place it. The voice purred again, close to my right ear. "We're gonna break every wall you've ever had. And then build a new one around just us." A tongue gently licked my ear lobe as I tried to place the voice and understand the words. All of a sudden, the gentle licking became a sharp bite. I jumped, trying to get away, and set my precarious seat bouncing, and I felt that bluntness painfully starting to penetrate my virginal ass. I froze, and attempted to tighten up. As I bounced up and down, I felt that tip trying to get in. The woman's voice spoke again. "You don't like Lex? He's a favorite of mine" Damn, I know that voice! Who is it...I remember that same voice now, haunting me. The last words I heard in that voice were "I love you baby, I only wish you loved me like I love you" It was my Molly. Molly was the one who got away. The one who broke my heart. I never understood the cryptic last words of hers -- I obviously loved her, but I couldn't tell her, as after those words were spoken she left, and despite me looking for her for months, she was nowhere to be found. Quit her job, moved out of her apartment. Mutual friends knew nothing. I moved on as best I could. Work, eat, sleep. Not a lot more for the last year. I felt incomplete without her, and life felt dull, almost colorless. But apparently she was back -- and holding me prisoner. "Molly!" I exclaimed "Where have you been! I've looked for you..." I trailed off as she came into view. This was not the Molly I remembered. Where Molly had a demure mousiness, this creature before me was so stunning it almost shocked my eyes. For starters, her long brown hair was gone. Now it was a short purple spiked hairdo. Her lips were blood red, and she wore a stainless steel collar -- shockingly it was all she wore. She was bare naked, and stunning. Her luscious breasts each had a barbell thru the turgid nipples. Another thru her nude clitoris -- and I mean nude. Her warm brown curls were gone. Most shocking of all was the tattoo. It was a Sun & Moon combined like a ying-yang almost, with sun rays & clouds surrounding it. It was down her side, and stretched around her, with on fiery sun ray enveloping her right nipple. I knew that tattoo very well. It graced my left bicep as well. Molly had been my sun, to the darkness of my moon. She looked at me, piercing me with an intense gaze. "You can call me Scarlett now." "Molly...Scarlett..." I sputtered "Where have you been? Why did you go?" The stunning creature before continued to pierce me with those eyes. I saw them soften, but harden again. It took perhaps 3 of the longest minutes in my life until she spoke again. "I had to go" She began slowly, as her eyes softened again. "We loved each other, but it wasn't a forever love. You were a caring and gentle partner, and I loved..Still love you. I just had an empty spot inside that never felt filled. I needed more, and had to leave to find it. And now I've come back to see if you can share the fire in my belly. I've spent the last year in LA. I've been working as a cam girl on a BDSM website...as their Anal Specialist" My mind reeled, trying to comprehend her words. "Anal Specialist? I never knew you liked anal" She gave me that hard look again "Neither did I. But I had to find out what was missing. Anal was a part of it. A part you need to learn." I looked at Scarlett in confusion. I stammered "If you want us to have anal sex, I've never done it, but I would have tried it for you." Scarlett smiled. "Anal is a small part of what you need to learn. First lesson: Silence!" With that, she strapped a ball gag around my head. "Nice" she said. "Don't slobber. Now lesson two: cleanliness. It's next to godliness." She smiled cruelly at me. She reached down, and I heard a clunk, and no more pressure at my ass. Scarlett then began to jerk my cock, painfully bringing me to an erection. "This will be better for you if you stay hard." She then began trimming my pubes with a small pair of scissors. After I was looking sparse, she produced a bowl of lather & a brush from somewhere behind me. She the deftly shaved me clean as a newborn with a double edge razor in less time than I take to do my face in the morning. She then massaged some oil into my shorn shaft & scrotum, soothing the slight burn I felt. Scarlett looked at me for a moment with a look of almost humor. "Time to get you really clean, big boy." With this she produced the dread apparatus from somewhere behind me. A stand with what appeared to be a large, very full enema bag. I struggled violently for almost a minute, before stopping, bouncing up & down so hard I felt dizzy. She lubed the tip, and forced it up my tightly clenched bung. I began to feel warm water. I never felt so humiliated in all of my life. Scarlett knelt in front of me, eye to eye. I could smell her perfume, a scent of not flowers, but of feminine musk. I felt her power over me. "I know you don't want this, my love, but proper prep insures playful pleasure. When I pull out the hose, you have to hold it for me, and if you're a good boy you get a reward" I began to feel bloated, and sweaty. Scarlett clicked something below me, and turned off the water. After disconnecting the tube, she began to massage my swollen belly, crooning softly to me. She placed a large bucket under me, and gave me permission to release, which I did. She then swapped bags, and gave me another. After my final expulsion & clean up, she rubbed something on my poor balloon knot, and then Scarlett looked at me for a moment, head cocked to the side like a puppy when you talk to it. "What's that?" She asked. "Ah yes...your reward." With that she removed the ball gag. After stretching my mouth I attempted to speak. "Why are you doing this to MMMMRRRPPPHHH!!!" I was cut off by Scarlett backing her pussy & ass into my face. Instinct took over, and I began to lick her drooling snatch. "Good boy" I heard her say faintly. "Now...Your real treat." With this, she subtly shifted, and my tongue touched her anus, and slid in a bit. I quickly withdrew my tongue, and closed my mouth. "Bad Boy!" shouted Scarlett. She wheeled around, grabbed a candle from the candelabra, and poured wax on my chest. I howled in pain. Scarlett then looked at me, and whispered "You need to eat my ass. You need to love it...to love me." She lowered her ass to my face again. Fearing further wax, I timidly began to rim her. She moaned in appreciation. As I began to enjoy the taste, I dug in heartily, and I felt her begin to suck my cock to a dripping erection. After about 5 minutes, she climbed off. She dragged a chair over & sat next to me. "That was good, darling. Very good. You have a very talented tongue. Now we need to see how talented your ass is." She reached under me and my whole perch began to rise somehow. When my ass was at the height of her chest, the machine stopped, and after a moment, I felt pressure on my asshole. Scarlett looked me in the eye, and explained "There's two was this can happen. The easy way or the hard way, but it's GOING to happen. Are we clear?" I looked away, unprepared to answer. I felt Scarlett's finger probe my anus again. I attempted to relax, and her small finger slid in. "Good boy" she said, and after a few in & out strokes, slid in another. I began to enjoy the experience. I closed my eyes, and felt my ass yielding to her gentle pressure. After a third finger, I felt very mellow, and almost ready to come. Right before I did, the fingers withdrew. Scarlett shifted something under me & I felt a blunt tip at my hole. "It's time, baby" she whispered in my ear. "You've been a good boy so far, and I've rewarded you by opening my ass with your fingers. You need to do this next part yourself. I want you to bounce yourself, and ride the dildo." I looked at her and said "This has gone far enough, Molly You need to stop." Apparently, this was the wrong thing to say. With a bright red face she said "My name is Scarlett. Now meet my friend Lex" and snatched another candle, quickly pouring the hot wax on my newly shorn crotch. I attempted to get away, violently which forced my body the only way it could go, straight down, impaling my ass on the mounted dildo. At this point, my body basically divorced itself from my mind. I was trying to get away from the wax, and of the dildo, and my struggling basically set my springy perch bouncing violently, and I got reamed royally. As the pain in my groin stopped, the pleasure in my ass started. And it swiftly grew like a forest fire and consumed me. With my body in control, I began to bounce myself, surrendering to my pleasure. Right before my release, Scarlett grabbed my testicles, and brought me to a stop. Scarlett looked at me sympathetically, and spoke. "You made me do that, you know. I wanted you to go slow, to love it. And you made me wax you." I looked up at her. "My mistress Scarlett" I began, pausing as a grin split her face "I loved the pleasure you gave me. I understand you gave me pain for misbehaving, but I thank you for the pleasure. I understand the feeling that you spoke of. The empty place doesn't feel quite as empty." Scarlett began to weep quietly, and after a moment spoke. "I had to go away to learn this. I brought it back to share with you. I hoped...I prayed you'd understand the feeling I get when I'm full. And you do. So now, I surrender myself to you." With this, she touched a lever, and my whole perch dropped down. Scarlett then swung her leg over me, and while facing me, impaled her tight ass on my dripping hard cock, forcing me down, impaling my ass on the dildo below. We bounced together, feeling the ultimate shared pleasure. Whether we bounced for minutes or hours, I couldn't tell you. I only know that I'm never letting that girl out of my sight again. OK folks -- standard message time -- Authors crave feedback, and of course, good votes. I am working on a sequel, whether it hits the light of day depends on the love I get from readers. Oh - A real BDSM cam girl named Scarlett was my inspiration, and this story is dedicated to her. No tattooa or piercings, but she can fist her own asshole & that more than makes up for it. And the Sky Turned Scarlett Ch. 02 OK -- First things first. This story makes a lot more sense if you've read part 1. You haven't? Cool, we'll wait here. Les says he's in and Great - you're back. This is a mix of light BDSM, Anal, and just kink in general. I put more background in this story as the comments on part 1 were, shall we say "Less than favorable" I attempted to address all the faults my nice readers noted for me. Please remember to both vote & comments, as it's a major motivating factor for me. And now... * As I woke up, I realized I wasn't alone. I snuggled into the warm body behind me, and enjoyed the cuddling for a moment, before I remembered it was my sweet Molly, or Scarlett, as she insisted I call her as she...oh yeah. My ass tightened at the memory. It gave a bit of a burning spasm in protest. My girl was back. I'm happy, and warm with her, and yet all doesn't feel right in the world. It was about two and half years ago when I met Molly. I was at a party at Faye's house. I hate parties, and regularly go out of my way to attend them, but she was a good friend, and told me that she'd hurt me if I didn't show up. With an invite like that, how could I refuse? So I had my ass planted on the corner of the sofa, nursing a drink, when in came Faye's ex, an asshole name Barry. Barry was good friend of mine once upon a time. He introduced me to Faye, but he was a cheating asshole to her, and I took her side in the breakup. Barry came breezing in, schmoozing up to everyone, in tow he had a ravishing blonde in a little black dress, and she brought in tow a cute little brunette in a black T-shirt & jeans, oddly enough, the same outfit I was wearing. The brunette tried to almost shrink away, and when she did break free of her friend, came to sit in a folding chair behind the couch I was anchoring. I sat a spell, looking not at her, but by her. You know the look. The "I'm not looking at you cuz that would be weird, but I kinda want to check you out" look. The brunette barely noticed my attention. She just seemed to be trying to hide in plain sight. Taking a sip of my drink, I held it up, and broke the ice "Can I get you a drink?" No response. I tried again. "Hi...Can I get you something to drink?" The brunette looked at me, and seemed rather shocked I was speaking to her. "Me?" she sputtered. "Yes, you. Would you like something to drink?" I replied. She looked at me, and her eyes seemed to warm. "I'd love something, but I'm not into alcohol." "I know just the thing" I replied, and went to the bar. I returned a few minutes later, and handed her a drink. She seemed surprised when I handed it to her. "Oh! Thanks!" she said. "What is it?" "My specialty" I replied. "A Virgin Diet Cuba Libre" "A What?" she asked. I gave her my patented shit eating grin "A virgin diet Cuba libre. Diet coke with lime. I always bring a woman a diet drink, because they could look like an Ethiopian and still complain they are fat, and diet soda woks better with citrus to kill the bubbles, and it looks like a party drink, but no alcohol. " She gave me an appraising look "You are either a huge asshole, or a fucking genius." "I'm both" I replied. "My name is Jeff. And you are...?" "I'm Molly" she said, offering me an unpainted hand. I shook it quickly. "How do you know Faye? I queried. "I don't actually. I was supposed to hang out with my college roommate Deidre, but when I showed up, that asshat Barry was there, and I got dragged to this party" She seemed frustrated. "I know how you feel" I answered. "I hate parties, but Faye threatened to hit me, so I am doing my part to help hold the couch down on case gravity fails." Molly gave me a smile "What are the odds of gravity failing?" I returned her smile, and said "Not very high, but then again, what were the odds an unelected man could serve two terms as President?" This actually got her to laugh, and she just seemed to light up the room when she did. At that moment I just became smitten. We spent the rest of the party talking about everything, and nothing. She was charming, and witty, and really cute. I asked her out. She accepted. We became inseparable for over a year, and one day I realized while at work that I loved her, and wanted her to move in with me. I just wanted her in my life. I went directly to her place that night after work, and shared my revelation. Molly did not seem thrilled, but she said she'd think about it, which pissed me off. I told her that if she had to think about it, maybe she should think about what our relationship meant to her and she looked at me and said "I love you baby, I only wish you loved me like I love you." I looked at her, and the just turned and walked out. The next day I felt terrible, and went to apologize. Her apartment was empty. I stood in that empty living room and cried for about 15 minutes. Then I began calling everyone who knew Molly trying to find her. I even called that asshole Barry to get Deirdre's number to see if she knew where Molly had gone. No sign of her for her for a year, until last night. I looked around our love nest, as it were. It appeared to be a large loft or warehouse space. One corner was draped in black silk. It housed the burnt down candelabras from last night, and that thing I was strapped to. It basically looked like an engine hoist, with long feet against the ground, coming back to a central pillar. Off the pillar extended the arm, which had an X shape, bent in the center. I had been attached to the X by my arms & legs, which left my ass in bottom vee of the X, and below it was a second smaller arm, which had the dildo she violated me with on it. Basically the whole upper arm was somewhat flexible, and allowed my tied form to bounce on that dildo, which looked alarmingly large in the morning light filtering in thru the windows. I rolled over, and faced my Scarlett, as she wanted to be known. I tickled her under her chin, until she woke up, and smiled that warm smile at me. "It wasn't a dream" she said groggily. "Scarlett..." I began. "Where have you been? Why did you go? Do you know how long I've been searching for you? Or the hell you put me through?" In the old days, Molly wouldn't have argued. She'd have apologized, and soothed my hurt feelings. Apparently, along with the name change came an attitude change, because Scarlett attacked right back. "I told you where I was last night, asshole. I even tried to tell you why I left. You didn't listen, did you? Let me spell it out for you. I loved you, and I still do. But I couldn't live life one more day the way it was. My life was vanilla, bland, boring. Even our love making was boring. A bit of oral foreplay, some missionary until we both had some vanilla orgasms, and a quick cuddle, and off to sleep. There had to more to life. You came, and told me you loved me, and I just envisioned being locked in a vanilla hell for the next 50 years. I couldn't do that. I packed my shit, and left for LA." She looked at me, judging my reaction, which was just stunned disbelief. She then continued. "I took my savings and got a small apartment. I answered a classified ad for clerical work. The clerical work was at a BDSM video chat site. Men would look at the girls and then pay to take them private, where the girls would do almost anything the men asked them to. I made friends with one of the girls after being there for a week. Her name was Samantha Grace, and she worked as a mistress. She took me home with her, and after a few drinks, we fell into bed. She basically taught me the lifestyle I'm living now. It freed me. It replaced the vanilla with the richest, darkest chocolate. I became a cam girl, learned how much I loved having my ass filled. I was wildly successful, but there was still a piece missing. That piece was you. So I arranged with a friend of Samantha's to borrow this loft. And I came to find you, and see if we still fit. I had the best orgasm of my life last night, with you in my ass. But the question is...What did you think?" I sat up, and tried to collect my thoughts. And I began "Last night was the best night of my life. I thought anal sex was something only gays did. What you did was mind-blowing, and probably the only way you could have gotten me to do it. As for you being back, well, my life has been pure shit since you left. You see the tattoo on my arm. The sun & moon you drew. I got that to remember how you brought the sun into my life." I reached down, and traced the larger version of the same drawing on her abdomen. "Why did you do it?" I asked. She looked at me, with tears in her eyes. "I got it to remember that sunlight can't have its impact without the darkness to compare it to. You were the sunlight in my life." I looked at her, tearing up as well. "Where do we go from here?" I asked. We hugged, and she looked at me. "You need to please me." She answered. "I thought I did" I shot back. "No, darling" she said saucily, and clucked me under my chin. "You need to use whatever you find in this place to show me your love. You need to give me some chocolate, to make the vanilla bright." I looked at her smarmy grin for a second. Then I reached out & grabbed her collar, & dragged her out of bed. She went where I took her, unresisting. I found a dog leash clipped to a grid on the wall. I quickly clipped it to the d-ring of her collar. On the same grid were several short chains, with clover clips on the end, and a large O in the center of the chain. I grabbed a few. First I clipped one set to her nipples right behind the barbells, and used a carabineer clip to attach the O to the d-ring of the collar. I then used a slightly longer one to go from the same d-ring, carabineer the center to her saucily pierced belly button, and the other end onto her clit ring. I then tossed her bodily to a futon mattress on the floor in another corner. I looked at her, and saw the smarmy grin gone, replaced with a look of surprise. "Stay!" I ordered, and left to pee. When I came back, I found her struggling to her feet. "Do you not know the meaning of 'Stay" slut?" I asked. "I had to pee too" she said hesitantly. "Oh, you had to pee too" I mocked. "You didn't ask your master, now did you?" She cast her eyes down. "No Lord Jefe" she whispered. I felt a thrill run through me, and my cock began to stiffen. I went to the small kitchen area, and found a 2 cup measuring cup. I brought it back to the futon area, and noticed a d-ring attached to the floor. I went to the nearby grid, and found a chain with 2 snap rings. One I attached to the ring set into the floor. The other end I brought to her clit. I removed the chains I had on her, leaving the clover clips on her nipples. I took the carabineer on the center, and clipped it to her belly button, forcing her to hunch to avoid yanking on her tender nipples. I then placed down the measuring cup. I looked at her and said "You may pee" "Thank you my Lord Jefe" She said faintly. "Louder" I commanded. She repeated her thanks in a loud voice. She then maneuvered herself into an awkward hunch, and began to pee noisily in the cup. "I wouldn't splash" I said. "You need to lick up splashes" I walked over to a nearby candelabrum to collect my thoughts. What the fuck was coming over me? How did I know how to do this? And why did I like it so much? As I thought to myself, I lit the candelabra, remembering her use of wax the night before. I turned back to her. The floor around the cup was surprising me clean, making me quite happy I knew I didn't have the resolve to make her lick her own pee. I ordered her to unclip herself from the floor, and clean up. She quickly disconnected to snap ring to the floor clip, and ran the cup to the bathroom. She returned with some Lysol wipes, and wiped the floor just in case. She then came to kneel in front of me. In a strong clear voice, she said "What is thy bidding, My Master?" I almost cracked up laughing. She knew my love of Darth Vader from Star Wars, and quoted him to me. I loved this girl. I went to the grid once more, and found a pair of handcuffs, and a gag, with a ball inside, and a dildo outside. I grabbed them, as well as a pump bottle of lube. I had her rechain herself to the floor, and then I cuffed her hands behind her back. I reattached the nipple chain to her collar strapped the gag on her, and greased the dildo while she watched wide eyed. I then turned around and sank my own asshole on the dildo slowly. I had only lost my ass cherry the night before, but the feeling had intoxicated me. It also gave me the ability to have multiple orgasms, where I could come 2 or 3 times in the space of about 5 minutes, an ability I had discovered last evening when I was bounced between Scarlett's clamping ass & the large dildo. I thrust back & forth a few times, and then said "Are you that slow, slut? Fuck my asshole!" Scarlett began bouncing her head rapidly back & forth. I had to grab the candelabra to hold myself against the force of her stroking. She fucked me hard, and I loved the feeling of stretching, and the pulling on my tender sphincter as she stroked in and out. I felt the head of the dildo pass over my prostate, and my cum jetted out, splashing on the floor. As I became aware of my surroundings again, I realized the dildo was out of my ass, Scarlett was sobbing, and I was hanging on to the candelabra for dear life. I stood up, and looked around. Why was Scarlett sobbing? I unbuckled the gag, noticing her nipples were starting to turn purple, so I removed the clips. I then pulled the gag off her and asked "Why are you sobbing, my love?" "Your cum..." She cried. "Your sweet cum was wasted on the floor. It smells so good. Why did you waste it?" I was momentarily stunned by the reaction. I disconnected all the chains, and led her back to the bed we shared the night before, while she stared forlornly at the cum puddle on the floor. I began to lick her nipples as they returned to their normal rosy pinkness. She began to moan in response. I let my hand slip down to her bald snatch, which was a swampy wetness. I stroked her clit; she began to hump my hand. I then pinched her clit, and she shrieked in surprise. "Who told you you could come, slut?" She blinked her beautiful eyes at me several times "I thought...I mean I thought we were making love?" She stammered. "When I make love to you, you'll know it, slut. Now get on all fours with some pillows under your belly." I ordered. She assumed the position. I spread her luscious ass cheeks, and slowly rimmed her. Her ass was quite possibly the most delicious thing I ever tasted. It tasted like sunshine, like honey, like the most wonderful ambrosia in the universe. I slurped her hole, feeing it loosen. I then trust in my tongue, questing for more of her deliciousness. She began moaning & babbling. I kept at it, lost in that wonderful taste. I began thinking of it as addicting as crack, until I realized it was in fact, crack. I nearly lost it. When I came out of my reverie, I realized Scarlett was now becoming clearer. "Please....please...my Lord...Jefaaaaay. Please... May... I... come!!" I withdrew my tongue, to both our regrets. While she began to relax, I left the bed to grab a surprise. A moment later I returned, and thrust my hardness into her winking asshole in one smooth glide. "AAAuuuggghhh!!!!" She screamed "Thank you Lord Jefe!!! Thank you for giving me what I need!" I fucked her ass slowly, marveling how her buttery shute was so different from her delicious pussy. It was hotter by a large factor, and just squeezed me like a loving velvet handshake. I fucked her slowly, and listened to her moan about how good it was, and how full she felt, knowing how much I liked the same feeling. I felt the cum rise in my nuts, but held back. I thrusted in and pulled back, withdrawing from her ass, then sinking back in, trying to prolong the experience. That feeling definitely wasn't prolonging anything; it was making me more desperate to nut. I leaned down, and tongued my loves ear, and whispered "Come with me, my love." Her ass began to almost ripple on my shaft, as the orgasm she had been holding back came. I then grabbed the candle I had retrieved and poured the accumulated wax on her ass. She shrieked, and I came so hard, that I actually fell out of her ass, shooting on her thigh. We lay together, and she retrieved some of my load from her thigh, sniffing it. "It just smells so musky & good!" she enthused. "Too bad it tastes like lumpy snot" We both began to laugh as we cuddled. After a few minutes she turned back to me and said "You're right. I can tell when you're making love to me." 3 months later Scarlett & I were married in LA. With her ring, I presented her a golden nameplate she wears today; spelling out the name she holds so near -- "SLUT" * OK --time to do your part -- vote & comment & you get more.