Tempting Fate Part 3 (fetish)


Ok I’ve finally finished the third installment of the story. Hopefully is was worth the wait. Once again I’ve added a little musical accompaniment that is worth watching before the read and then hit play again to read along. After all who doesn’t like hard and fast and loud…right?

If you missed installment one and two you can read them or just join us where the story left off.


Current mood:creative, and sitting by the fire

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Ok I’ve finally finished the third installment of the story. Hopefully is was worth the wait. Once again I’ve added a little musical accompaniment that is worth watching before the read and then hit play again to read along. After all who doesn’t like hard and fast and loud…right?

If you missed installment one and two you can read them or just join us where the story left off.

He took her hand and her heart sank in that instant before it jumped into her throat at a quickening pace. As she stood there his hand moved from her hand to her wrist as he led her briskly toward the space where she had just watched heaven and hell dance across the exhausted woman’s face.

Ann could only imagine the endorphin rush the the previous inhabitant was still feeling as she passed her climbing the stairs to the small raised platform. He moved with out pause and she followed with out hesitation. It all seemed so old hat to her. She imagined the same fun games would be played as always with the new twist a willing and watchful audience of strangers.

As they reached the crescendo he stopper her with a look in his eyes that said that he had something truly wicked planned. She had seen that look before coupled with the fiendish little grin seemingly on loan from from the nearest passing demon. The final ascent up the stairs was slow, time hung in the hot air seemingly forever with each step. There was a new edge in what she was about to surrender to an edge she hadn’t expected. Her face remained stoic, her hands as still as the dead of night but other parts of her were already on fire as the thought of it all turned her on so much more than Ann ever imagined. Her feet planted solidly at the top of the elevation as the rack cast its shadow over her well dressed diminutive form. His hands so strong and confident turned her to look out at the room, the sounds of others being whipped still echoed, flashes of passing leather in the distance and to the side of them others played on but it seemed that the area they had just left was now filled with more twisted souls than she had ever cast eyes on in one place. All eyes seemed to be on her.

“Do exactly as I tell you” his voice all business “Put you hair up” he said handing her a hair band. Her long dark locks now up, drawn back tightly.

“Are you ready?” he asked, the tension building. He was toying with her, prolonging the build up, making what she thought would be another playful walk in the park tense and nerve racking. She nodded yes and the wicked grin was back “Good”.

He looked to the floor filled with on lookers all of who seemed to be paying far too much attention to a scene that had not yet started. Two women in boots who looked like the cover models for some anime domnaitx cartoon walked in unison like two sadistic altar boys toward her. Slow and measured, each movement in complete unison. The room cheered as they passed, filling the space with raw guttural cruel howls. The dominatrices were coming right toward their grins as wicked as his had been, their eyes piercing through her being. Each carried a tall thick candle. Ann looked away and the corner of her eye caught two pillars to the side of the stage.

Soon enough the candles were on those pillars and the women stood to each side of her. They closed in on her taking turns unbuttoning her blouse ans stripping Ann piece by piece every so slowly and ceremoniously removed every stick from her body. A body that was flush with excitement, her skin was drenched in sensuality when bare. She had always been a bit of an exhibitionist and now she stood there in all her glory wearing only dangerously high heels and the ropes they cruel pair were tying to her wrists. The rope was somewhere between a soft pink rose and a lavender each pass created a delicate contrast to her soft alabaster skin. They pair giggle as the last wrap was tied to Ann’s hands and they were raised and secured to the tethers.

Ann peered into the crowd making eye contact and then moving deftly from one onlooker to the next as they her drank in her. All of the emitted an energy, they room was a living breathing frenzied organsim and she unknowingly stood at its heart.

“Do you remember?” he asked and as her mind raced still she couldn’t quite determine what he meant. “remember what?” she said back coyly and all to comfortable for a woman bound naked in front of a room of strangers replying to a moderately dominate and mildly sadistic man’s question.

A fire spread instantly across her backside, and before is could settle he swatted her again even harder.

“I don’t remember sir.” he said correcting her previously casual response giving her a third right where the previous two had landed.

In an instant she was was in a scene and knew it. No longer was she the one in control. Her ass red and stinging and the were just getting


About Malflic

Minor Demon, life long hedonist, sadist and general nerd. Women are my weakness and greatest addiction of choice followed by torrid love affair with coffee and caffeine. When not committing sins of the flesh I’m an unrepentant capitalist, avid reader, Star Wars, and B rate comedy movie geek.