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Sinner

By: JaxRhapsody



I can't wait for graduation next week, a grown ass woman shouldn't need to endure how these women treat the students here, I swear they are even harder on me, than the rest of them. Although I and my family were surprised they would take me in- a catholic school. I guess in some way, because of the new Pope, they think they are progressive, the place is far from the city, and we pretty much only have weekends to go to town, and whatever. I'm not even Catholic, I'm not even a woman... well I am a woman, just not all the way yet...I'm...trans. I've been trying to make it through all of this without being scared, like the Catholic comedians joke about, most of which renounced their religion, and the things I hear from other people. 

All I want to do is graduate, go to college, maybe get a nice job with a nice loft either downtown Velocity, or something in Stonewall. I'm not immoral, I'm perfectly sane, with a good head on my shoulders, I don't want to be brainwashed in to some sort of prude, but I swear this one Nun has it out for me, especially if I'm doing something "I'm not supposed to do as a young lady," like if she catches me looking at some of the other students, "a certain way." I've been able to skirt past her a lot, play things off, try to stay in her good graces. I think they've gotten to her, she's in her early thirties, acts like some, I don't even know. She has a thing for capital punishment, and revels in it, she even has a room for it, and I don't know if Priest even knows about it, or just looks the other way.

She always tries to tell me, she's trying to put me in the right path, punishment is the perfect negative reinforcement, I really screwed up a few days ago, I should've waited till I got back to my room, but I couldn't. The bad girls were being bad, it was after senior gym, we all have to shower in the locker room. The bad girls are the ones who are actually gay, and bi, you can tell, because they are the ones with the shower curtains open, doing...things. Somehow my soap bar (body wash was Satan's idea, blah!) ended up out of my stall, when I dropped it. I went to get it; some bad girls caught my eye. I know I'm supposed to hate my... my...thingy, but I get horny, the first chance I have to give it away, I'm there, but in times of need, its sure convenience, and I'm not gonna let it keep me from an orgasm, cause it's in the way. Here we go; the bad girls were doing bad things, I like girls, love guys, like girls for things other than dating. I was hard as fuck when one of them moaned and quivered when she cummed. 

I was lost in fantasy as each one rinsed off, did their thing, and staggered out. I stroked myself nice and slow, peaking through my curtain, the soap made it so much better, my nipple rubbing on the wet tile threshold. I was lost in fantasy thinking about what could do to these girls, with or without this thing, I closed my eyes, stroking harder. I didn't hear the sound of Nun-loafers walking around, making sure all the girls were out of the shower, not making God cry or something. I was so close, I was about to bust... until the curtain was thrown open. There she was, Sister Kathy, erection lost, I lost it so fast, I thought it turned into a vagina, until she threw my towel at me, and of all things, grabbed me by my balls, pulled me from the shower, skated me down the hall, I mean it was like whoosh, straight to her little torture chamber. I remember it verbatim.

"I'm sorry, Sister Kathy, you know I don't mean to do it," I said.

"Don't give me that, you gave into temptation again, you know better than that," she said snatching my towel, looking me up and down, with that judging Catholic grimace.

I didn't know what I was in store for, masturbating is one thing, to the same sex is like the ultimate heresy to this people, I just stood there dripping as she lit a cigarette, starting on her tirade.

"Young lady, I told you about doing such sins, from falling asleep in class, and mass of all places, over waxing the floors, and generally being unlady like," she exhaled smoke. "You are eighteen, a young woman...aren't you...that's what you want to be, right?"

"Yes, sister Kathy, I wanna be a woman, I am a woman," I spoke.

She walked over with that cigarette just barely dangling from her mouth, she clutched my...thing...my cock; "You want to be a woman, then you shouldn't ever touch this devils penis," she shook it hard.

Here I am standing here with some woman holding my soapy junk, like exhibit A, squeezing it, my knees still want to buckle from the first time, my eyes... I can't give her the satisfaction of crying. She yanked me over to a dresser, pulling out some sort of harness. She told me to step in to it, fastened the adjuster tight around my waist, snapping the leg hole things, I thought it was one of those jock underwear things the gay guys wear. cigarette smoke wafting in to my face, she put this one weird strap around my balls, kicking my leg out for clearance, pulled them behind me locking them to the leg hole straps, I think she stretched them. She bunched up my cock in to this little sack- locking it in place, only the head poked out, and kinda down.

"Time to teach you a little self-control, you little gutter snipe," she said laying me on some sort of table.

"What are you gonna do to me, I promise I won't touch it again," I begged.

"Silence yourself, sound travels in this old building," she snapped.

"Why do you have this... whatever it is, did you buy it to punish me, Sister Kathy," I wondered.

"Actually it belongs to the priest, enough talking," She ordered with a smack on my wet ass.

She snatched me by my hair long enough to clamp down a board with little vices on it, I figured that out quick, before I could scream, she gagged my mouth, tightened a nipple to a vice as hard as she could, my arms and legs shackled down to bare my weight. I felt her drop ashes on my back, glancing behind me, I caught sight of her holding the prized cherry oak paddle, filled with holes.

"Now, child, let me teach you manners on being a lady," she said with a smack.

She smacked the hell out of my still dripping ass, I lurched against the vices, screaming through the gag. She went on and on:

"Ladies are not to be promiscuous," she smacked again.

"Ladies are to be polite, and respectful," she smacked again.

"Ladies ...should...never...have...a...dick," she smacked after every word, I felt a lump in my throat.

I tried to scream and beg after every smack, I wanted to pull away, every smack knocked me forward, my ass burned, my tits yanked against the vices... and my dick, my dick was getting hard, I started crying. I don't know what she was doing after she stopped, I kinda didn't want her to.

"I'm not sure if you understood that, did you learn your lesson," she asked. I tried to respond, but she said I was mumbling, so I obviously didn't.

I could feel her hand gliding over my burning ass, until one more smack, this one grazed my balls, sending shear pain, making my dick jump.

"Oh, I hit your balls, did I, they should be tucked up inside like a real woman," she whispered in my ear.

Then I felt something odd, she took them in her mouth, her tongue moving around them, I was so horny, tears ran down my face as my dick fought the restraint, I couldn't stop it. Her tongue slowly made its way to my hole, I've never had my ass ate before, hell, I've never had sex before. I couldn't be still, I flinched and wiggled, my tits were so sore, and red, every pull made me even hornier, every stab of her tongue, made me hornier. My dick pushing against the restraint, gave me much pleasurable pain. She dug her nails in my cheeks as she ate, she stopped.

"Child, you need to be still," she ordered with a swift smack the paddle.

Again, lurched forward, tits pulled, ass burning, dick in so much pain... tears... of... joy. She went to stick her fingers in me, to open me up, I would not, and did not want to be still, I wanted to be spanked.

She asked if I had learned my lesson yet, I shook my head "no," I heard the pleasure in her voice when she said; "good."

I was purposefully pulling against the vices as I heard her footsteps fade and return, before I knew it, a long hard dildo was shoved up my ass. In and out, in and out, she twisted, turned, and had it in all sorts of angles. She took the paddle, smacking my ass, shoving it as deep as it'd go with every hit. My dick throbbed, I knew I was precumming, she got all the right spots, making me cum hard, jacking off is a sin, compared to this. She walked off again.

I heard the strike of a lighter, my tits were freed, I was unshackled, ordered to turn over, I couldn't, she snatched me by my hair, smoke ran across my face, demanding I turn over. I mustered the strength to do so, my ass caught fire as it pressed on the table, I cupped my nearly purpled tits with slight relief.

"I didn't say you could touch yourself, did you forget why you were here," she asked rhetorically.

She had her robe removed, God, she was blessed, her nipples rock hard, wearing nothing... but a strap on, her headdress, and those awful shoes. She freed my dick, I wanted to touch it so bad. She tied up my tits, spread my legs, and guided her red phallic symbol of power in me. She pulled the ropes, with every thrust, they got tighter and tighter. I lost count of how many times I came, I had to touch myself, I had to do something, I ran my fingers through my hair, I sucked on them, I said fuck it, I snatched off the gag, grabbed my tits, and screamed; "Sister Kathy, punish me, for I have sinned," she yanked out her red phallic symbol of power, leaving my hole gaped open, as I gasp for air.

"Are you going to touch yourself again," she asked.

"No, Sister Kathy," I gasped.

"Are you sure, you won't do it again," she asked.

"I am a lady, a lady doesn't do such things," I cried. 

She took a long drag on her cigarette.

"Sister Kathy, a woman should not pleasure herself, please Sister Kathy, give me release," I begged. "Only you can do it."

She looked at me, smiled, grabbed my aching dick, squeezing it hard, stroking it, the pain felt oh so awesome, she looked at my begging eyes, took me in to her mouth, balls deep until I came. Sweet heavens, I exploded, I held that table for dear life, my ass clenched up tight, my voice was gone. She pulled up nearly choking on my nut, still stroking me as I spurted her face. She ordered me to lick it off, spitting it in my mouth. Once I was free to go, I couldn't wait for my next fuck up. 

The rest of the year is just flying by. I think the Father is going to get rid of her at the end of the year, because I'm her new favorite. Maybe we can get that loft in downtown Velocity.

"Miss Knowles, it's almost time to get off the computer," Sister Kathy said.

"Yes, Sister Kathy... Sister Kathy," Sarah started.

"What is it, child," Sister Kathy asked.

"I've been having impure thoughts again..." Sarah replied.

"Come with me, now," Sister Kathy smiled.

Sinners



The demon sat atop the roof and watched people heading home for the night. Oh how he loved the night. He took in a deep breath and smiled a jackal grin. The cool night air swirled about in a gentle breeze.

Xander jumped from the roof and took wing over the center of the small town, looking, searching...

Finally something caught his eye, a young blond woman scurrying home from somewhere. He could tell what was going on, she just left her lover's house and she was returning to her husband. Xander chuckled as he swooped down and grabbed her by the waist.

He backflapped his wings, but they still hit the fountain hard, she was under him, guarding him from the impact. She tried to scream, but the blow to her body knocked the wind from her lungs in a deep forceful exhilation that made her see black for a second.

The few people that saw it ran inside and hid, not willing to help the woman, their own fellow human. she found her breath and gasped, clawing at the demon's face and large muscular arms uselessly.

The more she struggled and ripped at him, the more he grinned and laughed, holding her by the waist tight. He pushed his full weight up against her, a massive rocklike 350 plus pounds, and she couldn't struggle as much now.

He moved one hand with a quick motion and ripped her dress from her body as if it where cheesecloth. She started to shake and cry, this just excited Xander more.

He rubbed his own naked body up against hers, his heat made her sweat. He grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, biting her neck until she bled from little tooth marks. She screamed and cried more, begging please.

People in the houses covered their ears and tried to ignore her. Some watched through darkened windows with pity thinking, "Why won't somebody help her?"

Xander groaned as his huge cock swelled and hardened. He touched it with his other hand, still leaning up against the girl so she wouldn't squirm away. He tugged on his cock a couple times, ran his large hand up and down the shaft, pleasing himself as he still bit her shoulders and neck hard, hungrily.

Her sobs and cries started to weaken into hoarse yelps and whimpers. He moved his hand from his throbbing peice over between her thighs. She tried to hold them together, but his strong hand slid right in and he ran two fingers along her clit and shoved them up inside her. She choked a scream out and struggled her hardest against him, but he took no notice as he worked his thick fingers in and out of her tight pussy.

It hurt badly, but she eventually started to get wetter inside. The smell ignighted a primal urge in the beast and he propped her up onto the fountain. Holding her waist once again with one hand, he guided his large dick to her hole. She shook her head and silently pleaded for him to stop.

He violently pulled her to him by the hips as he thrust inside her, ripping her cunt and making her bleed. He started at her for a moment before pulling out again and this time shoving it deep inside her tight ass. He had to push hard to streatch and tear the skin, but then it slid right in. The woman almost passed out in pain, but the violent rocking of his large body fucking her hard kept her awake. How she wished she would just pass out.

He fucked her up the ass for a little while before coming hard inside her, his seed dripping out in a pool of blood and semen below her as he still fucked her. He graoned and growled at the pleasure, smiling like a hungry dog at her sweaty pale face.

The small of the sex made her want to vomit, she did. Her half empty stomach heaved remnants of supper into the fountain. He sneered and flipped her over. Pushing her down, he entered her pussy once more, thrusting spiratically, deep and hard. It felt as though it would break through her stomach. He rocked her hips up against the rock fountain and it hurt and started to scrape off skin.

As he fucked her, he dunked her head under the water, letting her up just before she thought she would drown. The burning in her lungs adding to her bodily pains, making her feel as though she where on fire as well as skinned alive. His body pressed down on her, hurting her breasts on the stone and she could hardly breathe when he let her up for air.

Suddenly he reached around her face to her chin and yanked. A sickening pop was heard and her body twitched a little under him before going limp. He dropped her head and it lay in the water lifelessly as he still fucked her hard.

He groaned again, releleasing more hot cum into her bloody pussy. Xander thrust hard, smiling at how each thrust made her dead body move limply. His body was shaking at the pleasure it gave him, almost overwhelming. He bit her back, letting the blood flow and ripping her fleash as he slowly filled her cunt with his hard, swollen cock more. Finally he stopped and let her go. Her body fell to the ground in a bloody torn heap next to the fountain.

Xander licked the blood from his fingertips with a smile and then licked his lips as he jumped up and took flight to sleep again, only to come back the next night for more.



Sinners Curse



This story was co-written by a good friend of mine and my roomie, and a new member to literotica. Peaches1970. Without her it would not have been possible. We hope ya'll enjoy.

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Mystic Starr snuggled deeper under the covers unaware of the man that watched her from the shadows. She wished that she could go back to sleep but she knew that it was useless. Pushing back the covers she slowly got out of bed. The sight of her nude body illuminated by the moon had his cock burning with desire. She was everything that he didn't want or need in his life but no matter how hard he tried to stay away from her he couldn't. His body burned for her he could hear her heart beating see the blood pumping through her veins, as he gazed at the beauty before him his fangs grew they began to ache wanting nothing more than to sink into her tender flesh. He could smell her innocence her purity and it only made the monster in him want her more. Probing her mind he saw the only man that she had been intimate with the one that was the cause of her tears, the one that he wanted to kill for daring to touch to hurt what belonged to him. Soon she would be his and nothing or no one would stop him from achieving that goal not even those damn gypsies who had cursed him to this place. He was trapped in this dwelling for all of eternity unable to leave the grounds. They had thought that trapping him here would save lives but Sinner Black wasn't a man to be deterred from what he wanted. Using his mind he was able to call his food to him. The previous owner Damien Starr had also bought him blood for times when no one was close enough to heed his call to come to him. A single blood red tear slipped from his eye as he thought of Damien. The man had been killed not even 10 miles from Sinner, but because of the damn curse Sinner had been unable to go to him to save him. Damien's only living relative had inherited the property and since the moment that he had seen a picture of her he had been drawn to her. Since her arrival a few days ago he had been unable to stay away from her. 

He knew that she knew about him but he had yet to make his-self known to her for fear that she would be disgusted by him . She stretched giving him a tantalizing view of her sex and he knew that he had to get out of there before his animalistic urges took over. He was losing control he had yet to feed which made his hunger for her body, her blood even stronger. He broke out in a sweat as he imagined sinking his teeth into her neck tasting her sweet blood trickling down his throat. It had been centuries since the need for sex and blood had controlled him. His only need had been his hunger for blood with sex mattering very little to him until now. He wanted, no he needed to feel her unraveling under him as he pleasured her sweet little cunt. Freeing his cock from the tight confines of his jeans he stroked his aching cock as he watched her. The overpowering need for release flowed through his body as she bent over to pick something up off the floor her ass so close to him that he could have reached out and touched it. The thought of taking a riding crop from the stables and using it on her as he took her from behind flooded his mind.

He could imagine her screams and pleasure mingled with the sting of the crop, afterwards he would gently soothe her kissing her pain away licking every spot that the crop had touched. His need for release was strong but he wanted to save it for the first time he made love to her. That would be something she would have to do on her own, giving her body to him.

She hated this place and she couldn't wait to get rid of it and the Vampire that came with it. Since the moment she had stepped foot on the property she had felt uneasy. She felt like eyes were following her everywhere she went and it was creepy as hell. She hadn't seen anything yet but she could feel it and it made her skin crawl. Her Brother had told her about the Vampire trapped in the house a Vampire that he considered a good friend. She hadn't met him yet and she hoped that she didn't meet him. The thought of a real Vampire terrified her. Television had glorified Vampires but she knew the truth they were pure evil and if Damien had considered this one a friend then he must have been under some kind of compulsion. She was sure that a man that had been dead for centuries had to be a horrible sight. 

She had thought that her brother was delusional when he had told her about the Vampire. She had never believed that they existed until she had come here. She still wasn't sure if she believed all she knew was that something was here with her. Whether it was a Vampire or something else she had no intention of finding out. She wanted to leave here but she had no idea where she would go. Everything was lost to her, her job her home everything. She knew she was never truly alone in this place she could feel his touch whispering seductively over her body, even though she knew that no one touched her. It had to be the Vampire playing with her mind her body. The thought disgusted her as much as it turned her on. Her Dreams felt so vivid so real. She had never dreamt of such things ever until coming here it had to be connected. In her dreams she never saw him only felt him and it had made her wonder about her own sanity. How could something that she feared have her waking up in a cold sweat and soaking panties?

"Get a grip Mystic, your brother was delusional. Vampires do not exist." 

She yelled to the empty room. Hoping that saying it out loud would help convince her-self that she was right. Damien's stories were putting thoughts in her head frightening her.

"No need to get a grip Mystic your brother was no more delusional than you are, as you can see I'm quite real."

Sinner said as he materialized in front of her. Suddenly she was aware that she stood naked in her bedroom with the most sinfully handsome man that she had ever seen. His sky blue eyes with flecks of emerald green stared into her eyes mesmerizing her. She wanted to run to cover herself but she was unable to move away from his penetrating gaze. He had to be at least 6'4 with the body of a God with thick bulging muscles. He was naked from the waist up wearing only a tight pair of jeans. There was a tattoo of a tiger on his chest that looked ready to pounce. He had coal black hair that fell just below his shoulders, a 5 O'clock shadow that was sexy as hell. His skin was perfectly tanned. He looked wild and beautiful. There was no way that he could be a Vampire. He looked way to delicious to be dead. His deep sexy voice sent shivers up her spine making her sex feel achy and needy.

"I'm sorry that I haven't introduced myself to you before now. I'm Sinner Black resident Vampire and I know it will be a pleasure to share my home with you especially if you walk around the way that you are right now. You do look exceptionally delicious."

Shame at her nakedness burned her face warming her blood and causing desire to spike in him. 

"There is no way that you're a Vampire it isn't possible Vampires are pale and ugly and evil they definitely don't have golden skin and a shadow of a beard."

His deep throaty chuckle filled the room making her even hotter. 

"Darling that's a myth if a vampire is pale it's because he died that way. I just happen to have died with a really good tan and in need of a shave."

Mystic held her breathe as he inched closer to her. Her body trembled as his thumb gently stroked her cheek while his other thumb gently caressed her breast and Mystic knew that Sinner was the man from her dreams. She knew his touch so well her body burned for him. Just as quickly as his touch started it stopped and he stepped back. The air crackled with sexual tension as they each yearned for each other. Neither said a word they just stared into each other's eyes both unable to move until Mystic couldn't stand the silence any longer. 

"You have been coming into my room at night touching me without my knowledge. How could you do that to me? I have felt your touch in what I thought was dreams, but I was wrong they weren't dreams at all. You were touching me for real."

Mystic wanted so badly to slap him but she couldn't move her hand in fact she couldn't move at all he had to be using compulsion on her making her feel things that she would never feel .

"I have never touched you with anything other than my mind until now. Yes you have dreamt of me but only because I dream of you. I would never touch you without you knowing. Soon you will be mine and you will submit to me of your own free will and I will fuck you in ways that you have only dreamed of and trust me you will be begging for it begging for what I can do for you. You need to get some sleep tonight and tomorrow we will spend some time getting to know each other. I will show you my home."

"That won't be possible you're a Vampire you can't go out in the sun and I have seen most of the house already."

"That's another myth Vampires can go in the sun just like humans the only thing it does is drain their power especially in direct sunlight but no they don't burst into flames .The older the Vampire the more sunlight he can handle without becoming weak. I am old enough that I can stay out all day if I want to and not feel the effects of the sun , but that's enough about that we will talk tomorrow rest my love."

Sinner said as his lips touched hers in the lightest of kisses before disappearing from the room. She could finally move but suddenly she felt so sleepy that she could barely keep her eyes open. She knew that he had put her under compulsion to sleep but she was too tired to be angry about his messing with her mind. Climbing back into bed she was asleep as soon as her head hit the pillow dreaming dreams of a sexy vampire that had rocked her world with a single caress.

Sinner grabbed a bag of blood from the small fridge he kept in his bedroom and drank deeply. He knew that he would never be able to sleep, his thoughts were to full of Mystic he wanted her in a way that he had never wanted anything or anybody. Stripping his clothes off he climbed into his bed nude not bothering to cover his-self because the weather had no effect on his body. He had to be more careful. He hadn't realized that he was projecting his fantasies into her mind. Sinner was a man that took what he wanted, no had never been in his vocabulary not even when he had been human. He knew that he would have her it was just a matter of time, and with eternity stretching before him he had all the time in the world. Failure wasn't an option she would soon be his for eternity. He would give her the gift of immortality and then spend eternity loving her. He knew that his passion for her was too strong for a mere mortal to handle. A scowl twisted his handsome features as fear coiled inside his gut, fear that he would get carried away and hurt her perhaps even kill her because his hunger for her for was so great. He couldn't wait and wouldn't wait until he turned her to taste of her delicious body.

He would just have to control his urges and pleasure her the way a human man would. He knew that she hadn't had much sleep since her arrival and dawn would lighten the sky in a few hours. He didn't want her to be too tired for what he had in store for her. The tour of the grounds could come later instead of showing her around he would compel her to sleep all day and rest, and then he would go to her and seduce her. In her eyes it would be too soon for sex, but not in his he had waited centuries to feel real passion for a woman. There was no way that he was going to wait any longer. For a minute he thought about compelling her to want him to make love to her but he decided against it because it wouldn't be real. He would refrain from using compulsion he wanted her to want him on her own free will. True he had used compulsion on her but only to keep her still and to put her to sleep. Everything else was her body reacting to his. He knew that she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Sinner could tell how much she wanted him just by the way her body had trembled at his small caress her nipples had become hard as pebbles and he had smelled the scent of her arousal. He knew that it would be easy to seduce her.

The body never lied and her body was screaming take me, and take her he would. He would take her to places that she had never been. Her beautiful luscious body had been made for loving and he was gonna do just that.

The hours seemed to pass by slowly as Sinner laid in his room, but finally dusk fell and he knew that she had slept enough. Searching for her mind he released her enough for her to wake up, but he stayed connected enough to hear her thoughts and know what she was up to. She was confused and if he was gauging her thoughts right completely pissed when she realized that he had made her sleep the whole day. He wanted to go to her but decided to wait awhile as she showered and went down the stairs to eat. He waited patiently as she grabbed a book from his extensive collection in the library and returned to her room. Sinner laughed out loud as she locked her door to keep him out.

He was a vampire that flimsy little lock couldn't keep him out besides he could just appear in her room and had been doing just that since her arrival. His breath which had ceased to exist centuries ago caught in his throat as she undressed down to her panties and bra and climbed back into her bed picking up the book to read. It was time he needed to go to her. Appearing in her room he stayed in the shadows and watched her. There was no doubt in his mind That Mystic was aroused. Putting her book on the bedside table she laid back and sighed as she began touching herself. Searching her thoughts he saw that she was thinking of him. Her sex was dripping wet with desire soaking the thin piece of lace that barley covered her pussy. Her body trembled as Sinner's image came into her mind. Her hands touched her breasts rubbing them through the thin lace material that matched her panties. Sinner's hungry gaze followed her hands as she unsnapped her bra throwing it to the side leaving her beautiful breasts bare to him. Her hands traveled down the length of her body stopping at the waistband of her panties. Sinner's cock jerked and he licked his lips as she slid her panties off. Mystic spread her-self wide her hot, wet pussy glistened from her arousal. She sighed as her finger slipped inside and Sinner almost lost it he couldn't take it anymore.

With just a thought he removed his clothes and stepped from the shadows and breathed in her intoxicating scent. Desire gleamed in his eyes as he took in the sight of her laying there open and ready for him. Her eyes opened and she saw him standing there naked and ready for her, his large cock standing at attention. Fear and desire shone in her eyes as she wondered if she could take all of him of his cock without the pain interfering with the pleasure. In an instant it disappeared to be replaced by fear as she reached for the covers to hide her shame at being caught masturbating while thinking of him. She was glad that she was spared the shame of him knowing she thought of him while doing it.

"Don't do that," Sinner yelled hoarsely. "Don't ever hide your beauty from me. You are breathtaking Mystic Starr and I want you. I want you more than anything in this world."

Sinner reached out and moved the blanket leaving her open once more to his hungry gaze. His eyes were the eyes of a predator glaring hungrily at his prey. She was fighting with her own body not to invite him into her bed, but sadly she was losing the fight, finding herself leaving her bed and moving towards the man she wanted to touch. Standing before him in all her nakedness she could feel her core tremble as he gently traced her lips with his thumb. His cock twitched and stiffened to the point of discomfort but he tried to ignore it. Her mouth was open in invitation and he had her under no compulsion. She wanted him and so help him God, if this is what she wanted who was he to complain? He pulled her into his arms and let his mouth consume hers and the fire was ignited. She moaned into his mouth as he worked her, so soft, so insistent.

She slid her breast against his body as she let her arms embrace him, her hands roaming over his hard body as the kiss became more intense both feeling the burn coursing through their veins. His hands glided effortlessly against her skin until he cupped her ass in his hands and sank deep into her soft warm flesh. She tossed her head back in ecstasy. His hands glided over her skin touching her everywhere. It was more than just his hands he wanted to sink into her, but that would have to wait. He wanted a night of unbridled passion. He wanted her but only of her own free will. Sinner was lost in the moment and the overwhelming sensation of being a part of her. He knew relentless madness would claim him if he didn't have all of her, scooping her up he carried her to the bed and gently laid her down and stood back mesmerized by her beauty. He joined her on the bed and let his hands continue making love to her body. Her soft moans filled the room as their lips met once again in the sweetest of kisses. She let her own hands explore his body touching places that had him consumed with such desire it was hard for him not to lose control and bury his cock deep in her channel.

He wanted her to enjoy his touch and his kisses and to succumb to her need for him, only when she was begging would he fuck her until his name was spilling from her sweet lips. Warm kisses were burning their flesh as desire increased. She could no longer stand the needing hunger she had for this Vampire, all she knew was that she wanted him.

"Don't say anything," she pleaded as she covered his mouth with her own, "Just take me."

Parting her legs he slid his hand along her thighs to the slick, engorged folds of her sex. She was so wet and ready for him. He spread her juices, coating her clit, and rubbing her until she moaned. Lowering himself completely, guiding his hard shaft to enter her. She sighed into the feeling of fullness as he began rocking into her. 

He needed her.

She needed him, too.

He took her hard and fast, already losing whatever doubts had been holding him back. He knew exactly the right buttons to push to make her squirm. She shoved up to reach each thrust as she reveled in the sensations coursing through her body. She opened her legs wider inviting him to go deeper. He kissed her forehead and then her cheeks that burned with arousal. Over and over, he stroked her insides with his hardness, awakening some dormant part of her that she didn't realize existed. No man had ever claimed her body in such a primal way but it was what she craved. He took complete control of her, filling her and bringing her body back to life. She begged him for every inch of his length, not wanting him to hold back. 

"Turn over," he growled and though she didn't want to break the connection she complied. He grasped her hips and eased his cock into her slick opening. From his knees, he could slam into her with greater force, an animal instinct that neither could resist. She rocked against him, lifting her ass high and pushing back against him so he could plunge deeper. He reached around with his free hand and stroked her sensitive bud, until she felt as though she could no longer hold back. Mystic clawed the sheets as her orgasm claimed her. Sinner soon surrendered to his own orgasm. Breathless and glistening with sweat, they collapsed on her bed without a word. He entwined his body with hers, listening to her even breaths as she slept in his arms. Sinner had missed the touch and feel of a woman and for once it hadn't been all about him. He had wanted Mystic to enjoy it just as much.




Sinners Curse



The woman in his arms had stirred feelings he hadn't felt since Isabella had been taken by the fever. He had gone insane after her death and he had sold his soul to the devil to bring his wife back, only it hadn't been Isabella who came to him. She had looked like his wife except for the glowing red eyes and sharp white fangs she had sunk into his flesh draining every bit of life from him. Without thinking he had pulled a small wooden stake from its sheath and pierced her chest. Tears filled his eyes when he looked down to see those emerald eyes he had fallen in love with. The blood that was flowing from her mouth was more than his heart could bear, he was losing her again only this time by his own hands. 

He covered her mouth with his, letting her blood flow into him, damning himself for eternity. It was then he promised himself to never let love claim his heart again. His body began to burn as he started his painful transformation. Sinner was drawn to Mystic almost as if she was pulling him in, or could it be that she had the same emerald eyes. It had been a long time since he had thought of Isabella but this woman he now held reminded him so much of her. He felt her shift in his arms and he was instantly aroused as her body moved closer to his. He pulled her closer into his arms cupping one of her breast in his hand, gently massaging it secretly hoping that she would wake up so he could bury his cock in her again. Thoughts raced through his mind of the things he would love to do to the sweet ass that was pressing into his erection. He imagined her bent over and tied to the bed post as he flogged her until she was screaming for him to take her. He could feel her becoming responsive as his cock jerked against her.

Mystic's eyes opened at the feel of the cool hands on her. Her body became alive, her breast tingled and her pussy was warm and wet. She rolled over to look at the man who was driving her body insane. Sinner's eyes locked with hers and in seconds his mouth was devouring hers, his tongue sliding inside to taste hers. He never thought he could be this attracted to any woman, any human. To him, her blood, her very essence, was pure and sweet as honey. He wanted her, her body, her blood. He wanted so much more, he wanted to consume her, and he wanted to own her. Sinner Black would own her, she would submit to an eternity with him. Mystic felt hot, aroused, carnal need, her sex was wet and her belly was churning. She parted her legs as he slid between her thighs. His long, cool finger sinking deep in her and then his mouth was on her. She let out a moan as his tongue sank into her wet slit. Her entire body was on fire with desire. Her hands gripped his hair.

Every movement of his tongue on her clit bought her closer to her impending orgasm. He let his tongue explore her wet folds, each lap vibrated down to his large and erect cock. He wanted to give her the kind of pleasure she had never experienced before. And he could do just that. Her grip on his hair got stronger telling him her body was ready for orgasm. He sped up the attack to her channel, his tongue fucking her warm wet slit. His teeth clenched her clit gently, letting his tongue suck it and then his fangs pushed out of his gums. His eyes were now red, his pupils elongated, his facial features more sharp almost demonic. She looked at him but it wasn't fear she felt but hot desire and a wanting need. He could feel her body start to shake, he bit down on the tender little bud as she came. She screamed, he sucked her blood along with her female juices. Her orgasm was so intense that she was almost unconscious. He wanted more, shit, he wanted to fuck her. He lifted her legs spreading her wider as his large cock played at her wet opening. 

"Mystic, you are suck a beautiful woman. I only wish I knew what you were doing to me," he said. "I'm going to fuck you like you have never been fucked before."

He didn't give her a chance to say a word as his cock plunged into her cunt. He felt her channel open as he entered, she was tight and slick. She gripped his shoulders and opened her thighs wide. Taking his entire length inside her. She gazed into his red eyes and what should have made her scream made her want him even more, his fangs now were completely descended. Mystic wrapped her legs around him pulling him deeper, meeting him thrust for thrust as his cock slammed her. He only stopped to grind his pelvis into hers, arousing her already overstimulated clit. He pounded her countless times until she could no longer take the sweet torture and she tightened around him. Her body convulsing, her pussy contracting over and over again sucking his cock into her. 

The pulses of her cunt sent him over the edge. Sinner's orgasm was intense and overwhelming. His hot liquid pumped into her repeatedly. He had not been prepared for it at all. He had let his guard down. He wanted Mystic Starr more than he had ever wanted any other woman. The nip he took from her sweet little clit was just the beginning; his hunger was far from sated. 

Sinner watched Mystic as she once again slept in his arms. He was mad at himself for losing control and even though all he had was a small taste of her blood, he wanted more. It wasn't just her blood he hungered for. It was her, her body, her love. Was he crazy to think this human could ever love him? She had given him her body freely. Knowing what he was had not stopped her from loving him with her body, but could she ever love him with her heart? Sinner could make her love him but that would not be fair to Mystic. He could never be that shellfish.

He would never take her life from her. That will be a choice she will have to make. He could feel her stir and then those eyes were looking into his and her lips curled into a smile that sent waves of passion straight to his cock. Images of those sweet lips wrapped around his cock flashed through his mind. He wanted her again. His body had never burned for a woman the way it did for Mystic, not even his own wife. The many women he had taken to bed since becoming a Vampire, had been for his own needs. 

Their blood.

Their pain.

His pleasure.

His cock tingled with desire thinking of the things he wanted to do to Mystic. Making her feel pain was something he knew he could never do. He wanted it to be as pleasurable for her as it was for him. 

It had been Damien who had introduced him BDSM. Damien would lure the poor women into his home and have his way with them. And sinner had stood in the shadows and watched all the ways he had tortured and fucked them, all the while getting off on their pain. He then fed on them but only enough to survive. Damien and Sinner had even shared a woman or two. Damien had enjoyed the pain he inflicted and Sinner to had become aroused and been pulled into that life. 

From the first time Sinner had seen Mystic his desire to inflict pain had ceased to exist. He wanted to show her all the ways he could pleasure her but he would never hurt her. His sex began to ache and he knew if he stayed any longer he would take her again and again. He knew she must be sore from their last two sessions and he wanted her rested and ready for what he had in store later. Mystic reached to caress his face but before her fingers could touch him, he was gone. She could hear his voice as if he were still beside her, dark and sexy as he spoke. 

"I will return for you, my love and I want you well rested and ready." 

Her eyes fluttered until again she slept but not without visions of Sinner haunting her dreams.

Back in his room Sinner began preparing for the night ahead. He knew exactly what he wanted her to wear. He picked out the black lacy bra and panty set, thigh high silk stockings with a seam up the back and black heels. He could feel his arousal stir thinking about how hot and sexy Mystic would look laid out on his bed at his mercy. He wanted to pleasure her beyond her wildest expectations. Sinner placed scented candles throughout his bedroom and bathroom. He wanted to make tonight as perfect as he could.

He only hoped the items he had chosen for play would excite her as much as they excited him. His body was in sexual overdrive.

Sinner wanted to give her more time but his anticipation was making it hard for him to stay away from her. He needed to be close to her even if it was to watch her sleep. He quickly finished what he needed to and with a thought was in her room. Only a thin sheet covered her still naked body. He stood close enough to see the rise and fall of her chest. Her nipples were hard peaks from the cool night air that was blowing in. They looked as if they were going to burst from the fabric of the thin sheet. His cock began to throb watching her. Her long auburn hair cascading across her pillow. He ached to touch her pale ivory skin and kiss her soft pink lips, letting his tongue slip inside claiming her as his. God how he wanted her. Her eyes opened and he was totally consumed with desire. How could he think of eternity without her? 

"How long have you been here, watching me?"

"Not long love, I'm sorry to have woken you."

"You didn't, well at least not in the sense you are thinking. I was dreaming of you and it was so real so intense. How do you do that? I guess, why do you do it is a better question?" 

"I haven't done anything this time. If you are dreaming of me it was of your doing, not mine. We are connected Mystic, can't you feel it? I know you do, I could tell when we made love. I don't believe you are that good of a liar. Are you Miss. Starr?"

"I don't lie Sinner and yes I feel it as strange as it may be."

"It's not strange Mystic, it's your destiny to be mine. I felt it before you ever entered this house. Damien kept a picture of you on his desk in the study. I knew the first time that I saw it that you were born to be mine."

"To be yours would mean you would have to turn me?" He could hear the fear in her voice and it hurt him deeply, he didn't want her to ever fear him.

"Please Mystic don't be afraid of me. I can't bear that, and no I don't have to turn you but you will grow old and be gone from this world and I can't bear that thought either. I will never take you against your will, I can only hope that you will decide to spend eternity with me."

"And what if I decide I don't want to be like you? I mean this is all happening so fast. Apart of me wants you to just do it but then there is a part of me that wants to run from this place and never look back. I don't know Sinner, I just don't know."

Sinner sat beside her on the bed and took her into his arms. Stroking her hair and breathing her in. He wanted to comfort her and let her know he understood. 

"You don't have to decide now. I want you to take the time and think about it. I want to show you what your life would be like here with me. It does have its advantages but then the disadvantages can be hard on someone who still has their whole life ahead of them. I never want you to resent me Mystic."

"All I have is this house, everything else is gone. I have nobody now since Damien is gone. So really what would I be leaving behind?"

"There are many things you would be leaving behind. You would never grow old and your body would never know disease."

"And those are bad things? Hell it's already sounding tempting."

"Oh Mystic, you have no idea how amazing it can be, but it's something you have to be ready for. I wasn't ready when it happened to me and I hurt a lot of innocent people. I was so full of anger that I didn't care who I hurt. I guess you can say your brother tamed me and I will always be grateful to him for that."

"I'm not sure I can picture my brother taming anyone. Damien could be quite the hard ass. He could have used a little taming of his own." 

"Damien was a good man Mystic. He made have had peculiar taste but that didn't make him a bad person."

"No not bad just different."

"He showed me a lot of things Mystic, things I would love to show you."

"I know about my brother's lifestyle Sinner and I can assure you I'm not into the whole pain thing." Sinner caressed her face and softly kissed her lips.

"Oh Mystic, it doesn't have to be about pain. True sometimes Damien went to the extremes but it was always what they wanted. The women came to him looking for what they were too scared to ask their husband's for. Hell I can remember them begging for more. He only gave them what they wanted." Sinner could see the frightened look flash in her eyes as she winced away from his touch. His uncertainties now crashed around him that she would never be his. 

"You get off the same way Damien did, seeing a woman withering in pain? Is that how you want to see me Sinner?" Her words hit him hard crushing his heart at the thought of her thinking he wanted to hurt her.

"I would never hurt you Mystic. It's true seeing him with those women aroused the hell out of me. I even joined in a time or two, so yes I'm guilty as well. It's never been about that with you. God yes I would love to tie you up and show you all the ways I can pleasure, but hurt you, hell no never." He seen a sparkle of life come back into her eyes again and it gave him a glimmer of hope that she wasn't totally lost to him. 

Mystic slid closer to him, leaning into his touch. She gazed into his eyes and for the first time she really seen him. She could see all the desire and passion even the lust, which made her core tremble. In an instant she knew that he would never hurt her. Something suddenly sparked in her and she pulled him closer as her tongue snaked out and traced his bottom lip as it sneaked into the dark cavern. Their bodies crashed tighter together as the scent of desire trapped her in a place she never wanted to leave. An uncontrolled fire spiked in her as his hands caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples only adding fuel to the flame. She moaned into his mouth as his hand gently brushed through her mound of soft flesh that was wet and aching with a need she knew only he could satisfy. 

Her hands fisted in his hair pulling him closer but not as close as she wanted. She needed to be one with him, have him buried in her. She needed to be his. She pushed his hand harder into her slit, grinding into his hand but that wasn't enough she needed to be filled with him. Mystic felt a sudden loss when Sinner pushed away from her.

"Not now, not here, I have a special night planned for you in my room. Let me show you pleasure beyond your imagination Mystic." He pulled her from the bed and with a thought they were in his room.

Mystic's breath caught in her throat and for the first time in her life she knew what it felt like to be loved by a man. Sinner could see the tears as they slid from her beautiful eyes.

"What are the tears for? Why are you sad?"

"They are tears of happiness Sinner. You done all of this for me?" Her hands motioning around the room at the candles and roses. A small table with what looked like dinner for two and a bottle of wine chilling. She was taking in her surroundings enjoying the scent of vanilla and lavender that she guessed was coming from the many candles that filled the room. She noticed the rose petals that led to his huge bed which was also covered in petals but he had not bothered to hide the shackles at the head and foot of the big bed. She felt a warm tingle start in her belly but when her eyes seen the clothes lying out on the bed the tingle headed south. 

"Should I dress now, Sir?"

Sinner's cock came to life as he imagined her dressed and spread open on his bed. This isn't how it is supposed to be but his cock had a mind of its own when it came to her.

"Sir is so fucking hot coming out of that sweet little mouth of yours, but no I thought maybe dinner first."

"That would be nice Sir."

"I said it was hot but really you don't need to address me as Sir."

They both looked at each other and suddenly the room became filled with their laughter, a sound that Sinner knew he would never grow tired of. Sinner grabbed his robe wrapping it around her naked body before seating her at the table. She hadn't realized how hungry she was and the food smelled amazing.

"Wine?"

"Yes please."

"I hope the Merlot is too your liking. Shrimp and pasta in a red wine sauce."

"It looks wonderful Sinner but I didn't think vampires needed to eat."

"We don't Mystic but this is what humans do, right?"

She couldn't help but smile as she sipped her wine. Mystic began to wonder if life here with him would really be all that bad. Dinner was full of small talk mainly about Sinner's life before he was a vampire. His wife her tragic death and everything that led him to who he is now. He could see pity in her eyes and that was something he didn't want, not from her, not from anyone. Mystic talked about her life, the death of their parents and how Damien had took her in and cared for her. 

"Dinner was delicious Sinner, thank you."

"It was my pleasure and dessert will be my pleasure too as I will be having you. Every delicious inch."

Sinner held his hand out to her.

"Would you do me the honor?"

"I don't hear any...,"and before she could finish her sentence the room filled with soft music. He pulled her into his arms and they glided across the floor. He held her close then he would spin her around causing her to erupt in laughter which tugged at his heart. It had been so long since a woman had made him feel the way Mystic did. 

The way she felt in his arms, the sound of her laughter and the way she unraveled under his touch. How could she ever be anything but his? He moved her across the floor with ease. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of being in his arms. She felt him sliding the robe off her shoulders and when she opened her eyes a smile crossed her face as she left his arms and stepped into the waiting bath. Sinner undressed and crawled into the tub pulling her against him until her head was resting on his chest. Her body again became alive as he worked the sponge over her, taking his time on her breasts and when he reached the swollen folds of her sex he pushed two fingers inside. She rocked into his fingers as he slid them in and out, her movement causing water to splash out onto the floor. He then let his thumb push on her bundle of nerves and that was almost her undoing. He could feel her tighten around his fingers but he wasn't ready for her to come yet. Withdrawing his fingers he began kissing her neck and shoulders.

He felt intoxicated by her scent but he knew he had to keep it together. He could not lose control again because next time he may not be able to stop his self. Sinner stood and let Mystic take his place and he took hers and she returned the favor and using the sponge she washed him. It was the most erotic thing she had ever experienced. She could feel her anticipation soaring wondering what else he had in store for her.

Sinner helped Mystic from the tub, reaching for the towel he began drying her. He started with her feet and slow worked his way up her body. Mystic's head fell back and a small gasp escaped her lips when he reached her needy channel, the towel grazing her clit. The divine torture to her clit had Mystic almost toppling over as she clutched Sinner's shoulders to brace herself. Her nails dug into his flesh as the towel was replaced by his fingers twisting and plunging into her aching core. Her orgasm was about to crash through her when again he stopped, scooping her up into his arms carrying her back into his bedroom, placing her on his bed. His eyes were wicked and hungry as they darted from her to the clothes and back. He didn't need to tell her, she knew what he wanted and she was more than eager to satisfy him. Mystic reached for the bra and panties and gave Sinner a slow, seductive show as she began dressing.

When she was finished she walked towards him, pulling his towel from his waist. His cock spilled out and it bobbed before her rigid and twitching, and Mystic wasted no time dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around its swollen tip. The sounds that came from him were anything but human. She glanced up and found him watching her with blazing, red eyes. All traces of Sinner had vanished and been replaced by whatever demon lay within his soul. Sinner clamped a hand around her head to pull her forward. She submitted until more of him slide into her mouth, inch by inch until he was pressed against the back of her throat. She began to relax and open for him as he fucked her mouth with slow, firm thrust. Mystic's own body was demanding attention and she let her hand trail down her body until she felt her damp, wet thighs, brushing a fingertip across the surface, she felt the tight bulb of her clit quiver with delight.




Sinners Curse



She had never been so arouse before. She looked back up into Sinner's blazing, red eyes and could see that his hunger was stronger than her own. He pulled Mystic to her feet with unbelievable strength, forcing her back onto the bed. He started with her wrist restraining them in the shackles, then her ankles. She tugged but was unable to move, she felt waves of excitement as he smiled down at her. Mystic's eyes widened when Sinner pulled the flogger from the corner. He saw a hint of fear flash in her eyes.

"Don't be afraid Mystic. I promise you nothing but pleasure, beyond any you have ever experienced. You will be begging for my cock, when I'm done."

Mystic's stomach tightened but she didn't resist. She closed her eyes and forced herself to take slow, shallow breaths. The leather tails felt cool against her heated flesh as he moved the flogger across her body. She was scared of the pain but even more terrified of the desire she was feeling. Her thoughts were interrupted when the flogger cut through the air and met with her flesh. It made contact first with her abdomen then her thighs. Her skin burned as if stung by bees. It felt sweet and sharp with the orgasm that was building momentum inside her. The fear had been drained out of her and was replaced by the burning desire for more. He drug the tails across her wet folds, not quite but almost touching her clit. She knew she was fighting her own demons when her body began to writher in pleasure. Knowing all of this was wrong, but how could something so wrong feel so good?

Mystic had lost count of how many times the tails had made contact with her flesh but each one more exquisite than the last. The aching between her legs grew with each lash until finally she screamed his name over and over as her climax crashed over her body taking any sanity she had left.

"Please Sinner, I need you now. Take me now please. I can't stand another minute without you inside me!"

Mystic's pleas were his undoing as he ripped her panties out of the way, wanting to feel the slickness he had created. Then he was undoing her ankles and spreading her legs. His thick, hard cock entered her with one swift thrust. Mystic felt like every cell in her body was awake. His hands on her hips, the sting from the flogger- his cock entering her again and again. She wrapped her legs around him pulling him in deeper. Sinner threw his head back and growled when her heels cut into his flesh, which only made him fuck her harder. Sinner had awaken something she had hidden inside her and she never wanted the moment to end. She could sense Sinner was on the verge of cumming as her own orgasm was about to erupt. One final animalistic groan and he was spurting his hot seed deep inside her, as she too trembled and cried out. He collapsed on top of her and his hair fell widely in his eyes. Her flesh still stung but the pleasure she felt was indescribable.

He released her wrist and her arms were instantly around him pulling him closer to her. 

Blood red tears fell silently from his eyes as he listened to her heart beating. What right did he have to take that precious sound away from her? He was letting his thoughts take over as he watched her sleep. Sinner knew the right thing to do would be to let her go. She was so beautiful, he didn't understand why he was so drawn to her. He hadn't felt an attraction of this magnitude since his wife, maybe it was because Mystic reminded him so much of her. Like Isabella, Mystic also had gypsy blood. Although she had never said it he could smell it coursing through her veins. Reaching out he lovingly stroked her hair. He wanted to spend eternity with her, but he would never ask that of her. Being immortal was hard for the first couple hundred years, her thirst for blood would be overpowering until she learned to control it. He would be there for her and give her his blood when the thirst became too hard to resist. No one had been there for him. He had been all alone and damned to eternal hell by Isabella. A single red tear slipped from his eye as he wondered why Isabella had turned on him. He had nothing but love her with everything he had in him.

Seeing Mystic starting to stir he used compulsion to send her into a deep sleep. She needed to rest. She was frail and human but with a sexual appetite that sometimes surpassed his own. He knew that she was exhausted. 

Rising from the bed fear unlike anything he had ever known ripped through his body, as he gazed into Isabella's eyes. He had to protect Mystic at all cost. He had killed her and yet here she stood. Maybe she had come to take Mystic from him as an act of revenge. Blood blurred his vision as he stood there paralyzed with fear and longing for a woman that no longer existed. 

"I killed you once Isabella Black and I will do it again to protect the one that I love."

A sadness filled Isabella's eyes as she came closer, her hand reaching out to touch him, to only go straight through him.

"I mean you no harm Sinner. I love you, I have always loved you. It was not me that came to you that night. They took my form and came to you because they knew it would hurt you the most. I did not become a monster. I died from a fever that my gypsy family placed on me as revenge for choosing you over them. I did not return to you until now, until this lifetime."

"I don't understand, I loved you Isabella with every beat of my human heart and you destroyed me. I know my own wife when I see her."

"Do you really Sinner? Do you see me because I have never left you, I have always been in your heart. I now lay beside you in this bed, can't you see me when you look into Mystic's eyes. She is me and I am her. I have been reborn in her body, given another chance to live, but my love you have to let me go. It is too dangerous to love me. The gypsies will stop at nothing to keep us apart. They are closing in on us. They caused Damien's accident and now they will come for you and me. They must not know that we have found each other again. They killed Damien because they knew that you loved him like your kin."

Sinner could hear the truth in her words and he felt powerless. He knew firsthand what the gypsies were capable of. "How can I stop them?" Sinner asked feeling sick to his stomach. He had been unable to stop them from cursing him and killing Isabella and Damien. How in the fuck was he going to save Mystic? He couldn't lose her, not again it would completely destroy him. Now that he knew Mystic was his Isabella the love of his life he knew that he would walk through the fires of hell if he had to just to save her. He also knew that he would walk away no matter how much it pained him, if it would keep her safe.

"You can't stop them, only love can stop them. Love is the most powerful tool over evil. Not all gypsies are evil, just one and his followers. Lendar is the reason all of this has happened. He was the leader of our band of gypsies and also the man I was promised to. I chose love not duty. Lendar has found a way to be immortal and will stop at nothing to destroy us. He is pure evil, a being who no longer has a soul. Mystic will know what to do. Only she can stop the curse and only she can stop Lendar, but it will take a great sacrifice, one she may not be willing to give. She must seek counsel from the old ones, they will lead her on the right path. You cannot protect her you are trapped here. The old ones, Halfreck, Anyanka, and Fayrene are the only ones she can trust. She must seek their counsel, you must show her Sinner so she will know how to find them. My time is short, she will wake soon. I must go now I have helped all I can. Just remember I love you Sinner, I always have. I am always with you. I will never leave you."

Before Sinner could say another word Isabella's spirit drifted over to the bed, with one last sad look she laid on Mystic and disappeared inside her body. Climbing back in bed he pulled her body close to his. He had waited a thousand years to hold his wife again. His tears fell staining her delicate, ivory skin. As much as he hated to do it especially now knowing that his Isabella and Mystic are one in the same he knew he had no choice but to let her go to keep her safe. It all made sense to him now in all of his centuries he had never loved any woman but Isabella. She had always been the other half of his soul. He should have guessed or at least sensed that she had been reborn. That would explain why he is so drawn to Mystic. She was the piece of his missing heart. He knew he had to be strong and let her go before he lost her again. Only if she would seek counsel would they be able to stay together. Releasing her from compulsion he gently kissed her awake. Her body pushed against his growing erection as she moaned in pleasure. 

His hand found and caressed her mound still slick from their lovemaking. He wanted to lose his self-deep inside her but he knew that now was the right time. Pulling away from her he got out of the bed. He could see the hurt in her eyes. Pulling his self together her spoke.

"I'm sorry Mystic. I'm not trying to hurt you but there are more important things we need to discuss right now. Do the names Halfreck, Anyanka, or Fayrene mean anything to you?"

"I don't know them but yes, I have heard of them. Most people don't call them by their names they call them the old ones. They live in the Carpathian Mountains. They are the record keepers of my people, the gypsy people. Some say they have the sight that they know all and see all. Why do you want to know about them?"

"Mystic I know Damien told you about my curse. I have learned that you can break that curse, but you must go see these women so that they can put you on the right path. It will be dangerous and I can't go with you to protect you."

"I don't understand Sinner. What do I have to do with breaking your curse? I wasn't even born when you were cursed."

"You have to trust me you are the key to this curse. You just have to go the old ones will tell you all you need to know."

"No sinner you will tell me. I will not go on a trip alone that you say will be dangerous unless I know I'm risking my life."

"Isn't it enough to know that seeking the old ones counsel may save me, hell it may save us, save our relationship?"

"No it isn't enough. I need to know what you know. And only then will I decide if it's in my best interest to go. We have no relationship Sinner you are just a horny vampire that has been trapped here for a thousand years. My brother is gone now so he can't bring you women to fuck and feed on. So I'm guessing that you decide since I live here now I would be a convenient sex partner. Sinner sex is one thing but risking my life is another. Why would I risk my life for a man who feels nothing but a sexual desire for me? I will marry someday and have a family and you will replace me."

"I will never replace you and like hell will you ever be with another man. I would kill him first. You are mine Mystic Starr. You always have been and you always will be. It is so much more than just sex with you. Can't you feel that when we touch? Dammit Mystic I love you. I have always loved you."

Tears filled her eyes and fell unnoticed at his words. She loved this man too and would risk anything for him. She just needed to know everything he knew. Why couldn't he trust her enough to tell her? She wanted to tell him that she loved him but the words stuck in her throat. She knew she hadn't known him long but she felt as if they had loved before. She had dreamt of him many times before she had met him. Mystic had never seen his face in her dreams but she knew it was him. Her dreams had always been of this man but he had been human in her dreams. 

"Mystic I could show you what I know better than I could tell you, but I would have to merge my mind with yours to show you my memories. I need you to be okay with that before I do it."

"Are you asking for my permission? You have put me under compulsion many times since I've been here and it didn't matter. Why all the sudden do you need me to be okay with you probing my mind?"

"Dammit Mystic it's not the same thing. Compulsion is one thing merging my mind with yours will be invasive. My memories will become yours and your memories will become mine, to see whenever we want. There will be no secrets between us, and some of my memories are horrible. You may not like what I became after I lost my humanity, before the curse I was a monster in every way possible."

"You can really do that?"

"Yes I can do that, but it's not something I would do with just anyone. Once I do this I will be able to touch your mind at will no matter how far apart we are, and you will be able to reach and touch mine."

"If it's something you don't normally do, how do you know that it will work? Maybe it would be best if you just told me."

"I know what I can do. I have only done it once since becoming one of the undead. I merged with Damien, because we were connected I felt it when the life left his body. It was the curse that kept me from being able to go to him. I could have saved him."

"Fine, go ahead show me everything but first I want to know if you will be in my mind permanently?"

"No it's only permanent if we choose for it to be. My memories will always be with you but I can break the merge anytime I choose, and all your future memories and thoughts will be your own once again."

"Okay then let's do this. I wish to know everything but as soon as I do I want you to break the connection."

"I will break the connection as soon as you return, that is if you decide to go. It will be dangerous and I need to know you are safe and what is going on even if it's through the merge. You may decide you never want me to break the merge but we will decide when you return."

"That's fair enough I just want to get this over with."

Reaching for Mystic Sinner instructed for her to sit on the floor with her legs crossed and he did the same. While holding hands he chanted repeating the words twice.

"Soul to soul,

Heart to heart,

Connect our minds,

Don't break them apart,

Bond our thoughts,

Keep them together until we break our connection forever."

Sinner had barely finished the chant when Mystic felt their minds merge. Images began to fill her mind. The images were so real that she felt like she was actually there. Tears flowed freely the deeper she went into his mind. The dreams that she had been having of Sinner were deeply rooted memories. Somewhere in her subconscious mind she must have remembered loving him. With each memory her love for Sinner grew. She saw how they met and fell in love. Pain ripped at her heart at the birth and death of their only child. She saw the fever that she contracted during childbirth. She felt Sinner's pain as she laid dying in his arms, the horrible emptiness that filled him when he had to bury her and their stillborn son. Anger grew in her as she watched the monster that had come to Sinner damning him to an eternal hell, but she knew that it wasn't her.

She knew that she would never do that to him, she had loved him too much. She cried for him as she saw what he became. The man that she had once loved became a monster doing horrible things that made her stomach turn. The man that she loved would have been incapable of such cruelty. She almost breathed a sigh of relief when her band of gypsies cursed him to their home, so that he couldn't hurt anyone else. He had wiped out half her people before they stopped him, good people that she now grieved for. She saw his friendship with Damien. Chills crept up her spine when she saw how he had watched her without her knowledge but then again he had watched her sleep many times when he was human. Her body trembled with outrage as she watched Isabella come to him. She now knew that it was her family who had been responsible for the death of her and her son. She pulled away from Sinner after she saw Isabella disappear into her body.

She shook with uncontrolled sobs as it hit her what had been done to them. Sinner pulled her into his arms, holding her as their tears blended. No words were needed as he lifted her chin, his lips meeting hers hungrily, desperately, the copper taste of his tears mixing with the saltiness of hers made her hunger for him grow. This was the man that she had always loved and always would. Her channel clenched with need as Sinner took the kiss deeper. Mystic knew they had things to talk about but they could wait, right now her need to be loved by Sinner was greater. Mystic pulled away but only for a second she wanted to look at Sinner, she needed to see him. His eyes were on her and it felt as if he had ripped her skin away and was staring straight into her soul. She wanted him with more passion and desire than she had ever felt before and she knew then it was because she had always been his. Sinner scooped her up into his arms and carried her to the bed gently laying her down. Mystic began trembling under his touch as he slowly started undressing her. He stroked her face as he reclaimed her lips in a kiss that set them both on fire. She could feel herself unraveling as he deepened the kiss, his tongue finding hers, sucking and teasing it with light strokes. Sinner's cock was in a painful state of arousal. 

He wanted to make love to her but he wanted to take his time to enjoy the taste and feel of her. He had waited so long for this moment and he wanted to cherish every inch of the woman under him. Moans escaped her as he caressed every inch of her body while his mouth made love to hers. One hand caressed her breast while another slid down to stroke her stomach, her hips. His hand slid lower cupping her mound. Her body screamed with pleasure as he slid a finger into her wet and warm body. He set a leisurely pace as his finger slid in and out of her. Sinner watched as her moans erotically escaped her throat. His cock was aching but he was determined to give her as much pleasure as possible before letting his cock devour her needy channel. His fingers rocked into her bundle of nerves and tremors tore through her body as she screamed his name.

"Sinner!"

The sound of his name on her lips was nearly his undoing. He couldn't wait any longer. He leveled himself between her beautiful thighs. She lifted her hips against him as she opened herself to him. Once again he claimed her mouth as he began to slide into her. His body was tense as he parted her folds. She was so tight, so warm, so inviting. It took every ounce of willpower he had not to thrust brutally forward and end his torture. They had made love before but this time was different. He inched himself into her gently, wanting to feel every inch of her soft tissue touching his cock. He stroked the fires in her again with his mouth and hands as he moved in and out of her. He made love to her as if it was the first time his body had felt such pleasure. Mystic wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into her. 

Sinner knew making love to Mystic this time would be different but it wasn't until he looked into her eyes that he finally understood. It wasn't his pleasure he was feeling but hers. He had almost forgotten about the merge until he looked in her eyes and realized she was feeling it to. Waves of desire washed over Mystic as she too realized what was happening. They had never known anything could feel like this. With every thrust the feelings became stronger. Their love for one another was emanating around them, enveloping them so tight it was almost taking Mystic's breath away. How had she lived so long without this man? Tears filled her eyes when she reached out to stroke Sinner's face and seen his own tears spilling out. She knew in that instant that she was where she belonged. She was his and he was hers. They held each other tight as their love making continued. Sinner thrust vigorously into her pushing her past anything she had ever felt before. Fierce waves of pleasure swept through her and as she clenched around him her climax ripped his from him. With a savage yell, he drove himself to the hilt, and spilled everything he had into her. He wrapped his arms around her and rolled so that she lay beside him. Their bodies trembling as they held one another close. She nuzzled into him and kissed him gently, closing her eyes she knew what she must do to save the man she loved




Sinning



The first sin Written on Saturday morning, December 1999

Sitting at home right now and listening to Billy Connolly singing The waltzing fool - a beautiful song. Makes me wonder why it is that he doesn't do more actual folk singing, as well as the comedy.

I'm also half asleep. I've been up partying all night, and right now it's approaching 7:30 AM. I'll start by talking about the run-up to my night out last night - I was going to an event called Sin at Picardy Place in Edinburgh.

It suddenly occurred to me to check what time the fetish party started at, and I pulled out the leaflet to take a look. It was a real disappointment to find no start time mentioned at all, and in the end I figured I'd just head round at 8:00 PM and surely it would be up and running by then. Was it buggery. I was told at the door that it didn't start until 11:00 PM and ran right through to 5:00 AM.

So I was in the middle of town and wondering what to do next. Completely stumped. I didn't want to go all the way back home, but I knew that Craig (my old boss from the Prince's Trust) lived at St. Leonard's, just up from The Pleasance, so after a while, I walked over to his place.

He was having a quiet little celebration all to himself. He was surprised to see me and I said; "Well, I needed somewhere to go and I just ran through my list of friends who would be sitting at home, alone on a Friday night. I could count them all on one hand that had been put through a meat grinder."

It wasn't long, before I was settled in comfortably and sharing a bottle of red wine with him. He had just handed in his notice to his job and was getting a bit merry. Not only that, but he had been offered a job at the East end of Glasgow and was accepting it.

We sat and had a laugh about various things and watched some TV. Porridge (that show is boring) followed by the highlights from the most recent series of Have I got news for you (a vast improvement - although I was disappointed that they didn't include the very tasteless joke about Prince Philip comparing Stephen Hawkings to Davros) and finally, Michael Parkinson.

Now, I'm not normally a fan of chat shows, but in this one, it was Billy Connolly being interviewed and he comes into his own in such shows. When he's being funny to one person with an audience of 3,000 or so, he gets totally manic. You can see his enthusiasm for the whole thing just carrying him along. It was great.

Eventually, at 10:45 PM, I figured I'd head off back to the party and got moving again.

When I got back to Picardy Place, there were some people hanging around outside, and I saw one guy wearing an impressive collar with vicious looking spikes, studded all round. We had to wait outside another ten minutes or so, before being let in. The woman stopped me and said "We have a strict dress code."

I pulled out the posing pouch I had in my pocket (a little shamefacedly - I had started worrying that this might be too extreme) and she smiled and nodded. Success! I charged off in search of somewhere to change.

Now, until recently, I'd been wearing a jacket that Shea (my ex-fiancee) gave me last year on a daily basis, but for tonight, I'd gone in search of one of my old leather ones. When I wore it down to the club, I was struck by how comfortable it was and how its condition was nowhere near as bad as I remembered it to be. I'm going to wear it all the time now - the bomber jacket can get chucked.

In the toilets, (no changing room) I was once more worrying that my dress code would be too extreme and I tried using a lace to tie back my hair in a pony tail as I mulled that over. It didn't work - my hair still isn't quite long enough for that. A pity. But suddenly, one of the cubicle doors flew open and a guy stepped out in a red, leather dress and cried out "Ta-daaa!"

I laughed and turned round. I thanked the guy and told him that I was fully relaxed, now - my own costume paled in comparison to his and I had really been worrying about it.

Ten minutes later, I was wearing my TA boots, my posing pouch, my leather jacket and my collar and looking for somewhere to stash my clothes. I dumped them temporarily on a chair and wandered up to the bar and was just about to order a drink, when someone offered me a free glass of champagne. Never one to turn down free booze, I accepted and the guy (who had a pale face, a demonic kind of goatee and black shadows round his eyes) turned to the barman and said;

"Will you get this gentleman a drink?" Suddenly, he clapped a hand to the side of his head, like he'd screwed up and slipped out of character and he added. "In fact, just do it, bitch! Do it now!"

The barman (who was wearing an incredibly large, blonde curly wig) laughed and poured the drinks. I was getting more relaxed all the time. No-one seemed to be taking this seriously and this had been what was worrying me most of all.

I had my drink, took my clothes upstairs and then started wandering around. There was a table piled high with ropes round sticks and some pictures of Japanese bondage, which is pretty bizarre. There was another table with some black, leather straps and stuff. Very impressive and expensive looking stuff.

As the night progressed, and things got under way, I saw various imaginative costumes being brought through to be displayed. My neck was constantly swivelling - every time the door opened, I would swing round to see what else would arrive. There was a male, bare chested nun and his gay partner. There were hordes of women wearing the skimpiest, or most tight-fitting leather gear imaginable. It was these women who really kept capturing my imagination and attention.

At one point, a very attractive woman decided she wanted me to try on a leather collar with leather cuffs attached by another strap and I ditched my jacket and tried it on. A little bit of experimentation followed and we found that if my hands were tied in front of me, I could easily undo the cuffs. But if they were behind me, I had no chance.

Suddenly, she decided that since she had me at her mercy, then I was going to be tickled. Before I knew it, I was on the floor and howling - tickling is definitely not something I can cope with very well. In fact, it was a good job I was cuffed, 'cos if people try it on me normally, I can flail out so violently that there's a distinct possibility of hitting the person who's doing the tickling.

The high point of the evening came when I got a chance to try out the Japanese bondage. This time, I didn't just ditch my jacket, but my posing pouch as well and was led naked (well - I still had my boots on) into the middle of the room, where I had a huge audience. There was already a girl tied to a post and gagged and blindfolded. She was wearing only a pair of panties - nothing else, unless you count all the ropes.

I was sat on a chair and had my arms tied behind my back by a very attractive young woman, and then she drew one rope down my spine, between my cheeks and up the other side. Next thing, she was splicing it round my cock to keep it prominent and well displayed, then knotting it on the upper side. I was already semi-erect, but suddenly I was completely hard and on display to everyone in the room who was sitting in front of me.

I was left alone for a while, and my cock subsided a bit and then a very attractive Australian girl stepped forward and started talking to me. There was no way I could move, I was completely naked and a beautiful Aussie was asking me loads of questions about what I thought of the night. We spoke about the various costumes and I complimented her on hers, which was just a slinky dress. At one point, she bent over to get something out of my jacket to write her 'phone number down and I got a beautiful view. I tried not to think about it - I was a bit embarrassed about having been so shamelessly hard earlier on.

The Aussie went away, but suddenly this guy stepped forward, took a look at me and started shouting about what a big cock I had. I mean, he was really shouting it to everyone. He walked round the tables, saying "Look! Look at it!" to people and some people were actually standing up to take a look at me, agreeing and then sitting down again.

Now, that has to be a unique experience for me.

Then more ropes were being added, and suddenly I was being trussed to a pulley that was strung between two pillars and finally, hoisted right off the ground. It was at this point that someone came down and started shouting that the club would be closing soon and people should collect their clothes from the cloakroom. Oops.

Someone who introduced herself as Mistress Leona stepped forward and then decided that since I was now helpless, she would start dominating me. Nothing I could do to prevent that. At one point, she attached nipple clamps to me, then in full view of the room (once more) she took a riding crop and started whipping my cock with it, gently until it was completely erect again. In fact, I was pretty much whipped all over. I always flinched hardest, though, when she started being less gentle with the riding crop on my cock. My whole body jerked every time, in fact.

Eventually, I was released, I found my clothes and had to make my way home. I walked all the way back to Gracemount, and that's a fair few miles - it took nearly two hours. But it was a great night, and I'd love to try it again next month.

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The second sin Written on Monday morning, December 1999

I went to bed shortly after writing that last lot and got up at something approaching 8:00 PM - about three hours before Transmission was due to start on Calton Road. I had decided that I was definitely going to get to this next event.

This has been running a lot longer than Sin and was supposedly a lot better, and admittedly first appearances bore that out. It wasn't, though. It seemed huge at first - one set of steps leading to the dungeon and another leading to the room where the main party event was. But a little further exploration revealed that that was precisely all there was to the place - and it was bloody cold. I spent most of the night with my jacket zipped up against the cold, even though the real reason for the jacket was so that it would be unzipped and displaying me.

Eventually, I ended up in the dungeon and found that one of the couple of very small rooms was warm and was subsequently packed. It was at this point that the real fun of the night started.

I spoke to one of the Mistresses, who asked what my kink was - I told her it was exhibitionism. How best to use that kink? I told her that if I was stripped naked and shown off to people, that would be a huge thrill. I also told her I would like a shot of the giant "X" with the straps on it. She was keen and we went over to it.

I dropped my jacket on a chair and took off my thong as well, and then we went over and she started strapping me to it. Rather than face the "X" with my back towards the room, though, I put my back towards it and she started buckling up the straps. My ankles first, then my legs and then my thighs. I was semi-hard at that point, but she deliberately brushed me and I went harder. She buckled up my my arms and then started stroking me with the crop she had.

She brushed it across my chest and nipples, and then (seemingly accidentally) she brushed it the length of my cock. The slightest pressure and I was sighing into her face - she smiled at that and then started swatting me.

Now, I have to concede that pain really isn't my thing - it's being seen that really turned me on. Some people were watching and that was really arousing me. Especially when the Mistress told me she was going to leave me alone for a few minutes so people could get a good look at me. Then she walked out the room.

When she came back, she told me that someone had told her that nudity wasn't allowed. We were both astonished by this, but rather than undoing me completely, she undid my legs, then pulled my thong onto me and tucked my cock inside. It was pointing downwards, though - and any erection was going to be hindered by that.

She stepped close then and whispered in my ear that she wanted to see my cock as hard as it could get. Then she cupped it in her hand and stroked it for a few seconds, before letting it go. It stiffened slightly, but I knew it would be hampered by my thong as long as it pointed downward.

She then started swatting me all over, very lightly with the crop - paying special attention to my nipples and sometimes hitting me pretty hard, unexpectedly. Every so often, she would brush the tip of the crop across my cock and eventually I told her that it wouldn't rise unless it was adjusted. She slipped her hand inside and adjusted it, allowing it to poke out the top of my thong. I thought that this would be against the "no nudity" rule, but she made no move to tuck it back out of sight again.

She then said that she was going to walk away and let people look at me again. I looked up and saw some people smiling at me.

She came back and started swatting me some more, but kept stepping close so that my cock brushed against her body, or she would reach down and stroke it every so often. I knew that I would get no relief here and would eventually have to rely on my own hand when I got home, but this treatment was making me incredibly hot.

And then she started swatting my cock with the crop. Lots of light strokes, punctuated intermittently by hefty ones that made my eyes water. I never knew what to expect from her, but it was incredible stuff.

And eventually, I was released from the "X" and allowed my freedom.

I went home shortly after that. Apart from that one thing, there was nothing to recommend that second night. It was cold in most places and the people there didn't seem particularly friendly. At Sin they seemed pretty keen to make the night fun, and they seemed enthusiastic about the whole event. Here, it seemed pretty tired and even tame as far as the "no nudity" rule was concerned. I had been under the impression that this went hand in hand with fetishism in general. A shame, really. I don't think I'll be back to that one.

What I would love now, is to go to The Torture Garden in London. That is a genuine ambition for me now. To go with someone and spend a night as either a sub or a dom and explore more fantasies with a partner would really turn me on. That's what I want to do now.

Perhaps I'll manage that sometime this year.

* * * * *

The third sin Written on Thursday evening, December 2000

It's been nearly a year since I last got to any kind of fetish event. This was the Violate Christmas part and it was held on Saturday, the 3rd of December. Once again, I dusted off the posing pouch/thong/whatever it's called and grabbed my leather jacket and my boots. And then I caught the bus into Edinburgh to join the party.

Since last December, I've moved into Paisley in pursuit of gainful employment, but without too much success. I'm no longer working voluntarily, but at least now I'm studying outdoor pursuits at college. This generally leaves me pretty exhausted and falling asleep in front of The Simpsons every evening when I finally get home from a hard day of wind-surfing in force four winds, or ski-ing or whatever is on the curriculum. I haven't generally had too much energy left to pursue fetish events or too much money to pay my way into them as a result of this.

But I couldn't miss the Violate Christmas party, so since I had a spare few quid I travelled into Edinburgh, crashed at my parents' place and told them (truthfully, but withholding a few vital details) that I was going to a Christmas party.

As soon as I got there, there was a bit of a crisis. Should I just pay the basic entry fee, or should I fork over the extra (paltry) couple of quid to become a member? The difference was negligible, but I hardly had any spare cash, so I was caught in a dilemna. In the end, I decided it was more important to be able to buy a couple of beers, so I decided to bypass membership this time round. I walked over to a table and chair, pulled my thong thing out of my bag and got changed into it there, rather than in the gents. It appealed to me to think that people could watch if they were so inclined, and anyway I hate getting changed in toilets. No-one, unsurprisingly, seemed particularly interested, though.

The place was pretty empty at first, and for about an hour or so, I wandered about, waiting for things to pick up. I took a look at the couple of obligatory bondage devices, wondering which of them looked most fun - a set of stocks, a thing for strapping a victim in place, arse up and head down and a complicated, but exciting looking structure with wrist and ankle cuffs. This last thing was designed to hold two people face to face - or back to back, I suppose. Or any variation thereof. I wanted to try it out, but more than that, I wanted to be able to strap someone else into it at my mercy.

I walked over to a table and looked at some bondage items that were on display and being sold and debated whether or not to buy anything there. I saw an interesting looking rubber thing - almost like a cross between a condom and a periscope - and after a bit of internal debate, eventually parted with some more of my precious cash and bought it. It was designed to be worn over the top of an erection, as near as I could tell… but the problem lay in how to wear the damn thing!

One of the event's organisers kindly tried to help out and for a while, I had a great time as Fhionna and I struggled to get this thing onto my cock. Unsuccessfully, but very enjoyably. Initially, I tried putting it on while I was still flaccid, but Fhionna soon told me that she thought I needed to be hard. A brief pause, and then I grabbed myself and started pumping and she laughed, stepped forward and grabbed my nipples - presumably by way of encouragement. Now, in theory an erection had its merits - providing a firmer cock to roll this thing onto. But since that also meant a larger cock, the theory was quickly thrown out the window.

Eventually, we gave up, my money was refunded and I picked out something that held more promise and a lot more potential excitement. A leather strappy kind of thing which was also designed to be worn over a cock. Brilliant! One strap holding five others that held buckles - the biggest of which was fastened behind the scrotum and the others round the shaft. 

I debated going to the toilet to try and put it on, but eventually grabbed a chair in the room and brazened it out. I had just been wanking in full view of everyone, so it wasn't like this was anything particularly outrageous in comparison. When it was on, I walked down the room, caught and returned a smile from an attractive, slim girl dressed in tight PVC and suddenly saw myself in a full sized mirror running right along the far wall. My semi-erect cock bouncing in front of me, but with the presence of the strappy thing transforming it from a sad and pathetic boner that did nothing but reveal my arousal to everyone into a proper, genuine, fetishy kind of thing. This was how my train of thought was running, at least.

By now, the place was starting to pack out and become more interesting. There were the usual outfits that had fascinated me so much at Sin and Transmission last year - the transvestites, the piercings, the figure hugging black outfits, the collars, the leads… There were the usual women for me to lust after, the usual friendly and welcoming attitudes to give the lie to any initial extreme impressions that people who just aren't familiar with such lifestyles can't help but form. I loved it. And there was I, having long since ditched my thong thing and my leather jacket which served no purpose but to provide a token, lame addition to my outfit - in favour of this strappy thing which I was so happy with. It even had a bit at the end for clipping things onto. Weights, presumably. Or a dog lead, or a pair of handcuffs maybe - for convenience sake, of course. I have a pair at home which I had meant to take with me, but forgotten completely.