Erotic Submission: Short Stories

By DL Moss

"Erotic Submission - Short Stories" is a collection of erotic short stories about spanking, roleplay, play rape, exhibitionism, S/m play and sex. Many of the stories draw from the author's personal experiences in the BDSM Community play spaces, known in the Scene as dungeons, and from private sessions with local Dominants. Experience what it's like to "be there" and enjoy the erotic feelings created by giving up control in a safe and consensual space.

• Language: English
• Publisher: DL Moss
• Release date: Jun 14, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310120275

DL Moss

Dimmie Moss is retired and living in SE Aurora, Colorado with her husband of 37 years. She writes using her experiences in the local BDSM community, where she has taught and mentored extensively. Her hope is that the accurate point of view within her fictional stories will give a more realistic look at that community than some other fiction has provided. Safety and consent are primary concerns for those who indulge in the more alternative parts of their sexuality and she tries to infuse those traits in her characters so that they might provide a good influence for those who want to explore it.

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Visit from an Incubus

She opened her eyes but saw nothing but darkness... no light, no moon, nothing to break the inky black that consumed her. The weight was tangible... someone... something on top of her. Her mind screamed but no sound came from her lips. Frozen in time, she struggled to disengage herself from whatever had her pinned down. Then, suddenly, the sensations began. Her body felt electrified. The form took shape, but had no substance. Fear turned to pleasure as her body betrayed her...

It had been a fairly uneventful night. She had attended a Halloween party at the home of friends and one of the girls had been dressed as a succubus... the female evil spirit that visits men in their sleep and seduces them to enslave their souls. She had flirted with the naked girl shamelessly, drawing her down on her lap at one point to tease and caress her. She remembered making some flip remark about welcoming her male counterpart, should he be looking for a willing victim that night.

She didn’t believe in spirits or demons... not really. They were the stuff of spooky stories to thrill children and those who were able to set aside reality to enjoy the effect that the stories created. No one really believed that such mythical creatures existed... haunting the night in search of innocent souls that they could steal. No... it was all good fun and she had no worries when she dared one to come to her...

Now, she remembered her invitation and realized the ramifications of making it... of inviting evil into her bed... and suddenly she knew what had her in its clutches...

The pleasure was intense. The spirit had taken on a more substantial form now and she could clearly feel the musculature of his body as it moved over hers. Kissing her neck, he moved gently... lovingly... making his way down her body to her now erect nipples. He sucked and nibbled on them, making her moan. She lost herself in the sensations, forgetting who he must be.

Suddenly, he rose up again and she could see his eyes. There was still no light in the room. It was more as if he emanated a glow from within. The fiery green depths seemed bottomless and she shivered at the sight. Then, he pushed a leg between hers, forcing her open and entered her in one swift thrust.

God, he was huge. Her body struggled against the invasion as pain ripped into her... but just as quickly, it accommodated his size and began to grip him hungrily. She had never felt such a sensation... pain mixed with intense pleasure. For the first time, she realized he was speaking to her. Murmurs of comfort and encouragement... lusty words that made her blush and then, something that shook her to her core.

Mine... all mine...

Oh my God... what was she doing? She began to struggle, but it was useless. Her body was too deep in the throws of passion for her mind to rescue it. His thrusts overcame her resistance and she began to convulse in orgasm... one after another... riding the waves of pleasure to a place she had never imagined, let alone visited.

Time lost all meaning as he took her higher and higher, shifting to devour her body with his mouth... urging her to take his engorged cock into hers. She fed on him hungrily, taking as much of him as she could into her throat... only to have him thrust further - until she felt they were one body, moving in sync, with one mind. Never had she felt so consumed. She scratched and clawed at him... wanting more... drawing him further into her as he moved to drive into her willing cunt once again. Whimpers escaped from deep in her throat as she begged for more... shamelessly... wantonly... no longer caring who or what he was... only knowing that she had to have all of him.

Minutes later... or was it hours... he spent himself inside her and cradled her in his arms. And she cried.

She realized what had happened and feared the ramifications of her weakness. No words came, but her body shook with tears. Then she heard his whisper... and the words she would never forget.

Shhhh... be quiet now. There is no escape. Even your tears cannot rust these chains. Accept your fate. You belong to me.

this author.

Slave Dance

It's a dark night on Gor.. the clouds partially blocking the normal light of its three moons... yet the mood is highly sensual... the warriors gathered cast a wary eye at the assassin in their midst... introduced to them only as Kuril, the black dagger painted on his forehead signaling his mission.. one of death. Each wonders idly who his target is, but in truth are only glad it is not them. The slave kitrina has been summoned to entertain him... to help relieve the tension of his presence and perhaps occupy him for a few hours.

kitrina raises her head slowly and locks her shimmering eyes with Master Kuril's. Feeling slave fire burning deeply inside of her... she rises to her feet, her eyes still locked with his eyes. She slowly steps backward, bare feet padding upon the ground... the hypnotic sound of the bells around her ankles echoing in the night with the sound of the drums.

kitrina is only aware of the presence of Master Kuril as she backs away from him, the music begins to possess her body... the only thought controlling her mind is the passion to please him. She glides her hands up her thighs, across her belly and slowly over her breasts, her body swaying to the rhythm of wilderness... still backing away from the fire, where she stops... smiles at him, then reaches up to undo the knot in her hair, letting it cascade over her white shoulders. She closes her eyes as she becomes one with the rhythm of music ... she rolls her head back, tossing her hair from her face and gently runs her hands across the sheer black silk veil concealing her breasts. She sways to the beating rhythm of the drums around the slave pole, a belt of golden coins slung low on her hips, jingling as she moves in wild circles around the pole...

kitrina opens her eyes and locks them once again with Master Kuril's, allowing him to glimpse the pleading of desire within her soul as she twirls to the erotic sounds beating in her head and sending pulsations of long ago forgotten desires throughout her body. She spins faster now... closer to him... an animal passion arising as she rips the delicate veil covering her breasts and, clutching it in her hands, tosses it to him... then spins away from him, her toes barely touching the ground . . .

kitrina throws her head back and runs her tongue across her lips... her body now glistening with the sweat of passion... her hands become his, exploring the body which has become so foreign to her... the body which has become his. She cries out like an animal in the night... yearning... consumed with a craving for him. She furiously unties the knot holding the silks around her hips, allowing them to fall to the ground. She falls gracefully to her knees and moans... the freedom of her spirit in capture at last overwhelming her and filling her eyes with sweet tears. She raises her arms above her... entwining them. She slowly lies back, the drums vibrating through her... she spreads her knees wide openly revealing her wetness to Master Kuril and raises her hips off the ground grinding to the beats of the drum ... calling out to him in soft whimpers.

kitrina rolls over to her belly and like an animal in her deepest lust, her entire body beaded with sweat, she crawls across the ground to him... She feels the music begin to fade and her passions grow deeper, deeper than any passion she has ever known... as she lies at his feet... her breath exploding in short gasps, her soul whispers that only now is she truly free.

kitrina rises to her knees, head spinning, her body burning with desire. She spreads her thighs apart wide and rests her hands, palms up upon them, lowers her head hiding the tears trickling down her cheeks and waits for his command...

The Experiment

As she heard the knock on the door, she tried desperately to control her breathing and slow the pounding of her heart. For a split second she considered not answering, but it went against her nature to be so discourteous. After all, she had invited him over.

Although she was frightened, she was determined to go through with this. With resolve, she opened the door and saw Gerald standing there, smiling at her. Her hand shook as she held it out in a self-conscious greeting. To her surprise, he took it and simply held it for a moment. His eyes twinkled and his smile grew as he spoke, I promise not to bite.

She laughed nervously. Please come in. I’m sorry. I didn’t know I would be so nervous.

Just relax, please. I promise you that nothing will happen today that you don’t want to happen.

As he stepped into the living room and shrugged off his coat, she thought how glad she was that he didn’t look imposing or dangerous. He was attractive and tall, but seemed easygoing and friendly. That should have come as no surprise. Heavens! They had traded dozens of emails since she originally wrote to him. She suddenly blushed crimson – and couldn’t believe that she had the nerve to answer such an ad! Her fantasies of submission and spanking had always been her dark secret. Never had she confessed them to a soul. When she came across the term Domestic Discipline in that ad, a cold chill had overtaken her. He promised a consensual experience and had coaxed her fantasies from her in the candid emails they had exchanged. In that anonymous form of communication, it was so easy to be honest with him, telling him of her desire to be held helpless over a strong man’s lap and spanked soundly. She felt the blush deepen.

She offered him coffee and when he accepted, she was thrilled with the opportunity to escape his steady gaze. In the kitchen, she splashed cold water on her face and tried to calm herself. She returned, served him his coffee and sat on the couch beside him.

This is a lovely room. Thank you for inviting me. I have looked forward to meeting you.

She sipped her coffee and tried to think of something to say. How do you make small talk with a man that you’ve asked to spank you?

Lynn, put your coffee cup down please.

Her head jerked up. Her mouth opened but no words came out. She just sat there looking shocked.

My dear, it is obvious that you aren’t going to relax until I’ve done what I came here to do. We’ve spent hours discussing this and I understand what you need. Now you have to make a decision. Will you put your coffee cup on that table and take my hand, or will you ask me to leave? Of course, if I leave now, you’ll never know, will you?

Know what? she squeaked.

If the reality is as good as the fantasy.

Silence filled the air for a moment. All she could hear was the beat of her heart. He sat patiently, watching the war within her. Then he sighed and leaned forward. He placed his coffee cup on the table and started to rise.

No… wait. The urgency in her voice surprised them both. He sat back. Then he smiled and held out his right hand to her. She made her decision. Reality faded away as she placed her coffee cup on the table and took his hand.

He pulled her across his lap and settled her comfortably as she buried her head in the cushions of the couch. Please don’t ask me questions, she thought. Just do it.

He placed his right hand on her upturned bottom and stroked her hair with his left. He spoke soothing words to her, although she couldn’t have told you later what they were. She was aware of nothing but the heat of his hand through the light dress she wore. She had told him that she might cry, or fight him, or panic. She had told him not to stop, no matter how she pleaded. He had given her a safe word, mercy, to use if she really wanted him to stop – so that he would know that she consented to this, despite her protestations.

Suddenly she felt the first smack of his hand on her bottom. It shocked her but she had no time to think. That smack preceded a volley of sensation that took her breath away and made her cry out. His left hand was now firmly in the small of her back, holding her steady and stopping her from rolling away. Then suddenly he stopped. She felt his hand moving over her, stroking the area that was now quite stingy.

Now, that wasn’t so bad, was it? Just a sample, of course... shall I stop?

She shook her head violently from side to side, embarrassment flooding her with heat but she suddenly realized that she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to experience this completely, the way they had discussed. The craving for this experience overshadowed her fear and embarrassment, but she couldn’t force herself to speak.

No answer? Hmmmm… then perhaps I’ll stop. If you aren’t polite enough to answer me when I ask you a question, maybe punishment is in order.

Noooooooo. They had discussed punishment spankings but she wasn’t ready for that yet!!! Her mind raced. Please Sir, please continue.

Very good. He chuckled a bit and then became serious. He suddenly flipped the skirt of her dress up and caught the hem with his left hand, holding it tightly against her back. The sudden rush of cool air against her thighs shocked her and she suddenly realized that she was exposed to him, with only the thin blue silk of her bikini panties shielding her from his view. Before she could think about it further, she felt his hand come down on that thin covering. His spanks were more intense now, without the protection of the dress, and he kept a steady pace... moving from cheek to cheek. The sting was intense, but not intolerable and she moaned into the cushions, as she became accustomed to the rhythm of the spanking. When he stopped, she was sure that her bottom was glowing. His hand stroked her, savoring the heat.

Then she felt his fingers slide under the band of her panties. Shame and embarrassment filled her again as he slid the panties down her legs and off. No one had ever made her feel quite so... naked! As he stroked her crimson cheeks, he murmured words of appreciation. When the spanking resumed, it was even more intense. That small covering of silk had given her more protection than she realized, and now the sting of flesh upon flesh was unobstructed. As he spanked her harder, he also lifted his right leg slightly, causing her to tip forward and expose the lowest portion of her bottom to his attentions. Then something amazing happened. She discovered that she was becoming aroused! His hand was so close to that most intimate part of her anatomy and the vibration from the spanking was causing her to become quite excited. She moaned and rubbed against his legs.

Then he stopped. As she lay over his lap, her most private parts exposed to his gaze, she felt more helpless than ever before. She wanted more... but she couldn’t tell him that. She wiggled slightly against him and parted her legs a bit. Please God, let him understand. She heard another chuckle from above and she was horrified. He was laughing at her!

Well, well... what have we here? He continued to stroke the cheeks of her bottom with his fingers in a teasing manner. Is there something else you would like?

Another long moan came from Lynn. He was infuriating! He knew exactly what she wanted!

Answer me Lynn... is there something else you would like?

Yes Sir. The words were spoken so softly that even she could barely hear them.

And what would that be? There was a silence and then she heard him laugh out loud. Okay. I’ll take pity on you since this is your first time, but you’ll have to learn to ask me properly.

She moaned at the thought, but his fingers were moving again and she forgot about next time. He stroked her lightly along the top of her thighs and the sweet spot where her thighs met her bottom. He raised his leg higher until she was indecently exposed to him. As his fingers probed her wetness, she moaned again and squirmed against him.

His response was to give her five more hard swats. She screamed. He laughed and said, If you want me to play, you have to be quiet – quiet as a little mouse... understand?

Yes Sir She couldn’t believe the intensity of her feelings. She had never been more aroused in her life. His total control of the situation fueled her as nothing else could. Finally, he resumed his touches. She held herself very still, hardly breathing, as she concentrated on being silent. He was tantalizingly slow in his progress and when he finally brushed a finger over her engorged clit, she squeaked. Five more hard swats followed. Then his fingers moved back to her clit. She tried to relax, to concentrate on her rapidly approaching orgasm. When she felt his left hand move lower on her body and his finger press against the rosebud of her ass, she moaned again – despite her best efforts. This time his volley of swats was more intense and numbered at least a dozen. By the time he stopped, she was bucking him in earnest and her frustration was beyond words.