Lani's Spirit: The Next Adventure

By Danielle Richards

In a private dungeon of a millionaire’s mansion on the edge of Honolulu; exotic clubs and five star hotels in Tokyo; sound stages and huge concert venues, Lani finds opportunities to experience; new, exciting, and painful things she might otherwise never know. After her hard initiation into the world of BDSM by her friends, Lani discovers she has a true and sincere affinity for it, and a deep desire to experience more, much more. Our beautiful, hard-bodied, little brown island surfer girl from Hawaii enters a world of the wealthy, powerful, and deliciously perverted, that richly appreciate that a girl like her can fill their desires for the perfect, and perfectly willing, slave girl and pain slut playmate--both for their personal and public enjoyment. Lani takes on the challenges and opportunities with an eager willingness and steeled determination to take whatever they give her and come back for more. She is learning that this is who she is and what she wants, and that she loves the giving and the taking. She loves taking in all the pain they give to her and giving of herself so willingly to it and to them.
Lani's new consensual adventures takes her from a challenge backed by a huge bet, to erotic, exotic and very real public BDSM performances, and to a higher level of understanding that she loves to be used and abused and to give herself to others for their pleasure. For her it is an amazing and very intoxicating cocktail of athletic performance and endurance, romantic fantasy, terrible yet exquisite pain to be absorbed and embraced, and extraordinary excitement and adventure. Along this path, she discovers more and more about herself, makes new friends, admirers, enemies, and Master and Mistress sponsors that will take her still deeper into this world where she so wants to go -- on her own terms. And those that come in contact with her discover that she is no ordinary little slave girl.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Danielle Richards
• Release date: Jan 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781458033970

Danielle Richards

Danielle Richards was born, raised and now lives in Honolulu, Hawaii and experiences much of the lifestyle explored in this book. The author is not Lani, but shares a similar, but not as exciting, background and lifestyle. While the stories of Lani are inspired by reality, they are pure fiction and any resemblance to actual persons and places is only a coincidence or your imagination. The author enjoys practical hands-on research into the subject matter so that the situations and sensations discussed may be as realistic as possible, and has enjoyed meeting with some of the fields' foremost experts and practioners. Danielle Richards practices, advocates and writes about only safe, sane and consensual engagement in any BDSM or sadomasochistic activity or play. The stories explores some of the ways consensual BDSM may still be very exciting and challenging and highly rewarding to all the participants. Danielle Richards is adamantly and violently opposed to any nonconsensual abuse of any kind to any person under any circumstances; and all characters in the stories told and in actual play must be knowledgeable and aware and at least over eighteen years of age. The eroticism and enjoyment of BDSM play is not based on degrees of physical involvement, levels of pain or intensity. It is based on the willingness of all players to provide to the others what they all seek. While it is a physical and visual medium, it is far more a matter imagination, emotion, and the mind.

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Lani's Next Adventure

The Exhibitionist Pain Slut's Spirit & Inner Light

Danielle Richards

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NOTICE

This book contains an adult subject and is intended only for readers over the age of eighteen.

This book and all the books in the Lani Series respect and strictly adhere to the publishing standards for books with adult themes and erotica and BDSM themes.

The author is a devoted participant in CONSENSUAL BDSM activities and the themes and ideas expressed here are firmly rooted in that belief. In my world, consensual bdsm means exactly that – done with full and informed consent. But it does not mean that participants that are machoistic in their nature control every action or that they top from the bottom. Rather it means that boundaries are pre-determined and set, and activity once consented to remains within those boundaries. That does not mean that participants cannot engage in some very intense circumstances and situations or that harsh pain on the route to exquisite pleasure may not be encountered. But it is only encountered because all the actors want to and have agreed to in advance. Set boundaries may be pushed, but all actors respect the concept of consent, informed consent, and act accordingly. The Lani Series in reality based in terms of the general themes and some encounters and as a reflection of this strong, independent young woman’s approach to a life style she warmly and knowingly consents to participate in – yet – the work as presented here is total fiction.

This book and the series contains graphic descriptions of sexual acts and circumstances and depicts consensual bondage, discipline, and sadomasochistic practices and passions- some rather severe. It is a work of pure fiction and all characters, places and activities are totally fictional. Any similarity to real people and places is unintentional and purely a coincidence. Any dear reader that may find such activity offensive is requested to not read the book.

If you feel that you may object to any of these activities or the rather graphic depiction of them, please to do read the book. I only wish to inform and enlighten and perhaps inspire, but never to offend or disturb.

PREFACE

In a private dungeon of a millionaire’s mansion on the edge of Honolulu; exotic clubs and five-star hotels in Tokyo; sound stages and huge concert venues; Lani finds opportunities to experience; new, exciting, and painful things she might otherwise never know. After her hard initiation into the world of BDSM by her friends, Lani discovers she has a true and sincere affinity for it, and a deep desire to experience more, much more and eagerly consents to deeper discovery. Our beautiful, hard-bodied, little brown island surfer girl from Hawaii enters a world of the wealthy, powerful, and deliciously perverted, that richly appreciate that a girl like her can voluntarily fill their desires for the perfect, and perfectly willing, slave girl and pain slut. A playmate for both, for their mutual personal and public enjoyment. Lani takes on the challenges and opportunities with an eager willingness and steeled determination to take whatever they give her and come back for more. She is learning that this is who she is and what she wants, and that she loves the giving and the taking. Taking in all the pain they give to her and giving of herself so willingly to it and to them, but actually and always mostly or herself.

Her new consensual adventures take her from a challenge backed by a huge bet, to erotic, exotic and very real public BDSM performances, and to a higher level of understanding that she loves to be used and abused and to give herself to others for their, and her, pleasure. For her it is an amazing and very intoxicating cocktail of athletic performance and endurance, romantic fantasy, terrible yet exquisite pain to be absorbed and embraced, and extraordinary excitement and adventure, but still an underlying personal security. Along this path, she discovers more and more about herself, makes new friends, admirers, enemies, and Master and Mistress sponsors that will take her still deeper into this world where she so wants to go, on her own terms. And those that come in contact with her discover that she is no ordinary little slave girl.

Lani's Next Adventure

Danielle Richards

Sometimes, they say you can have too much of a good thing. Sometimes, I wonder if the things I consent to for a new thrill, to please me and others I care about, are such a good idea. Sometimes both ideas--too much of a good thing and not such a good thing-- come into play at the same time, and that’s when I really like it.

Looking down across my tautly stretched and tightly bound naked body these ideas cross my mind. The pattern of hot red welts and even the little patches and streaks of broken skin that cross my dark brown skin over hard muscles are not what make me wonder if being here is a good idea. No. It is that I love what I see and feel, and knowing I get such great pleasure from giving myself to others for their pleasure too. This deep desire within me keeps telling me I want more and more of what drives me and makes me wonder about all this, and myself.

Chapter 1

Even though I am expecting it, the shattering sound of the horn honk still startles me. As it is supposed to, it comes at exactly nine in the morning from the circular driveway leading up to the house. I dash to the kitchen window and lean over the sink to see. A green pick-up, Larry’s Landscapes on the door, can’t see the driver, but it doesn’t matter, this must be it.

I’ll be right there I yell out the window and head for the door. Within ten seconds I’m opening the door to the truck and getting in next to a young and very handsome blond and tan haole guy in his late-twenties. I am off to a new and exciting adventure with a Mr. M, set up for me by Ms. Baxter and her friend Bill in his club where I crucified and whipped as a sort of graduation ceremony after my initiation into my little S&M club.

You got to be Lani he said with a big smile and a friendly tone. Hell, you are even better looking than they described you he came right in before I could even say ‘Hi’. And, they said you were drop dead gorgeous. Boy, I’ll say. I’m Larry, Mr. M’s gardener. You ready to go?

Hi, Larry, I’m Lani. Yeah, let’s get going I answer cheerfully and full of confidence as if we were talking about going to beach or something and not to his boss’s ocean front estate to spend the day as Mr. M’s new little slave girl. It has all been worked out in advance. At least the general guidelines of what I can look forward to. On one level I can’t believe that I am actually gong to do this thing, but on another I can’t wait. Funny thing is, I am looking forward to it. I mean I know some will be terrible, but that is why I think I will like it.

Your hair’s wet? Just get out of the shower? You sure got a ton of long curly hair, even wet he asks looking me over carefully, but in a nice flattering, not hungry, sort of way.

I explain that I got up for a dawn patrol surf and went out this morning. I pushed it a bit and had to run home from the beach so I wouldn’t be late. I had jumped out of the shower about thirty seconds before the horn honked.

You a long boarder or a short board surfer? he quizzes.

A very short board, I shot back at him fighting the normal prejudice against bodyboarders, I’m a bodyboarder. You must be a hot shot short boarder.

No, I’m none of those. I carry my stick with me. I just body surf. You spongers can be pretty hot, is his almost apologetic reply, yet with the snide sponger crack. Glancing down at my bare feet he asks You in such a hurry you forgot your shoes?

Don’t normally wear any.

Well. Have you got all your other stuff? he asks as he reaches down to turn the key and start the truck.

What stuff? Mr. M. just said to come and bring absolutely nothing. Am I supposed to bring something? I didn’t realize. Wait then, I’ll go back in the house and get a bikini or something I say getting all flustered. What else am I suppose to have? I clearly recall he said to bring nothing and he would have a g-string for me and that was all I was going to need. Gosh, Larry, I’m so sorry to screw up right from the start.

Relax Lani, relax, he says flashing a broad and sunny grin. I was just kidding around at the fact that you have nothing with you. I mean you sure aren’t carrying anything in those tiny shorts or that cropped-off tank top, now are you?

Shit head, I shoot back flashing a big smile back at him and touching him softly, even seductively on his bare shoulder, you sure had me going for a minute there. So, it’s bring nothing, right?

Yeah. Sorry. I do see that you are wearing a little something extra. Your idea? he inquired.

Knowing that all I had on was a cut off tank top and a pair of short board shorts, nothing under either item, I wasn’t all too sure what he was talking about. He clears it up by commenting on the cool looking slave collar, slave bracelets and anklets I am wearing. Did you put them on for Mr. M.? I think he will like them," Larry comments as he slowly lets the clutch out and we began to move forward to my next adventure.

I explain that I can’t take them off, and how my friends put them on two weeks ago and they have a little locking wrench thing that will take them off. I told him they are made of bronze, and just for me. When Mr. M. saw them the other night he said he liked them so I hope it’s O.K. I tell Larry. Anyway, they are locked on, so, I guess it will have to be.

I’m sure he will. I do, he concludes sweetly as he turns from my driveway out on to the street.

It was only last week that I had finished my initiation in the world of S&M and our little club by my friends Chris, Jen and my Mistress and lover Billy. It was a sensational beginning to what I hoped is going to continue to be a fun, exciting, sensuous, sexy, and painfully pleasurable part of my life. Of course, Ms. Linda Baxter, my Mom’s friend and playmate and my high school English Literature teacher and a sort of Mistress, or advisor if you prefer, to all of us girls in the club was there to get me going on the next step into our new lifestyle. Did I say our and lifestyle together? Yes, I guess I did and I like it. I like the sound of it and the concept a lot. A lot.

Ms. Baxter and her friend Bill set me up with Mr. M. last week. They seem to do this as a sort of game for themselves and their friends, and I’m sure business. I nearly had a cow when it was suggested that I’d be paid for playing S&M. When you get paid for something it means that you wouldn’t be doing it otherwise. And in the case of playing at S&M, and with my newly discovered need to mix sex with the pain, getting paid by my Master or Mistress would change me from being a willing and wanting submissive loving to play at consensual S&M, into something that is not me. No fucking way! After we had worked that out and they understood that if they talked money again I’d be gone, we had a nice talk and it was decided that I’d go to Mr. M’s house and play as his slave girl for the day while he concluded a big business deal with an associate of his from Indonesia that Mr. M. knows had a liking for S&M. We had discussed a basic scenario and some limits and it was agreed that I’d help him. It sounded like a lot of fun to me. I guess. I hope. Anyway, Ms. Baxter said she knows Mr. M. very well and this will be a totally safe, sane and wonderfully pleasurable experience.

So, Larry, I asked to break the ice as he turns and heads makai toward the sea down the street, you are not exactly what I had expected.

Oh? How’s that?

Well to be honest, when they told me his gardener would pick me up this morning, I had sort of pictured your basic sixty-year-old Filipino yard boy sort of gardener I reply directly.

Disappointed?

No. I merely had made a bad assumption. Seems like I made a big mistake…and I am glad I flirt.

Well, I did have an advantage Larry went on kindly letting me off the hook because they told me what you looked like. Except, like I just said, they didn’t really do justice to you in the description he went on. He looks straight ahead as he continues down past Diamond Head, heading toward Kahala. May I ask, he begins again, are you a body builder or something?

No, why?

Well it should be obvious. You are a very well muscled girl. I mean you have great muscle definition and are cut every where. You look as hard as a diamond. But you don’t really have that body builder look. So, I was wondering, he asks in a matter-of-fact manner.

I’m glad you like the look. I assume that you do the way you said it. I do lift and stuff, but I am just a sports and exercise nut with good muscle structure and naturally low body fat. I love to work out and do run, work in the gym and body board every day. I’ll usually get up early and go for a run, then hit the beach, when school is out, for the entire day, maybe surf for six to eight hours, then go home and workout after dinner at the gym for two or three hours more. I just love it, I explain enthusiastically.

That doesn’t leave much time, or energy, for a social life, does it? I would think you would have a lot of boys after you, Larry chides nicely.

I got plenty of time, and energy, left to give a lot of boys—and men—some very fine social life. More than most of them can handle. If you know what I mean? I say to him slyly. He laughs and nods and brakes a huge grim across his sunny face. Then turning a bit more serious he asks, Are you ready for today? You aren’t going to give us a hard time, are you?

I answer him directly, telling him that I don’t except to be any trouble. I explain I am pretty new to all this but have been told I am making good progress.

Laughing, he says, he isn’t really expecting any problems. Not if the film he had seen of me being crucified and whipped last week at Bill’s club is any indication. I note that my dark brown little body is still showing a few odd faded whip marks here and there on my stomach and tits.

You shit head, if you saw that, why did you ask then? I shoot back in mock anger and punch him lightly on his right shoulder.

Just wanted to see what you would say. Sorry I missed you there that night. I would have loved to have seen you in person. But, I guess, I’m about to get a chance today. He pauses again, looks over at me as he pulls across the intersection and turns left down Diamond Head Road, and says in a sweet tone I’m glad.

Why didn’t you come with Mr. M. that night? I ask.

Well, I couldn’t. I was sort of tied up that evening.

How exactly do you mean that? I respond with a chuckle.

Just like you think, you nasty little girl.

By who? I push.

He recounts to me that his duties as gardener extend to other household delights, and while Mr. M. was down checking me out, Mrs. M. was punishing me for not having the lawn exactly as green as she likes. He let me know that the whole bunch of us are into it.

For real? So, what is Mrs. M. like? And, by the way, what is the M for? I quiz in rapid succession and with amazement. There is so much that Ms. Baxter has failed to tell me.

Larry is free and open with me and tells me the M is for Matsumoto. Kumiko, that’s his wife, is a piece of work. She will be forty next month. Some fourteen years younger than him, but she looks only about in her late twenties. Small, hard little body and damn nice. A real gym rat. She goes everyday for three hours. Then it is tennis, lying by the pool till the late afternoon, shopping nearly every evening, and then dinner with her husband and their two sons when they are home from school. Tough life. But she is really a nice lady. He insists that I will like her when I meet her. He continues that she is not here now, so I won’t get to see her this time. He thinks if this works out, he is quite sure she will want to have me to herself. She loves to play. She's got a bit of a sadistic streak that she likes to exercise when she is not happy about things. It relieves her tension she says. Last week while I was being crucified at the club, making her husband relaxed, she was letting out some significant tension on Larry with her flogger."

How was it?

Let’s just say that I’ve been the Matsumoto’s gardener for nearly five years now and am looking forward to many more years with them. I think you will too. They love to play as we do, and have tons of money to make it all possible. Mr. M., --he prefers to be addressed that way, or as Ken, short for Kenji I guess, when he lets you—is cool with the scene and not that severe in his punishments. He is more turned on by the aesthetics of the game he plays. I can tell you that your looks will drive him totally crazy. If you want, you can own him. Kumiko, on the other hand, has a real mean streak and can give you a real beating or severe torture if you can take it. She likes to try and break her slaves, and will dish out as much as you can take and then add another ten percent, and love it. But neither of them is a nut or will go beyond what is ultimately safe or consented too. In the five years that I have known them they have never had a bad experience.

Do they torture each other? I ask with an excitement in my voice that can’t be disguised.

No. Not as far as I know. But they will play together with a slave and then have sex together. You couldn’t call it an open marriage. They are faithful to each other except for sex with their slaves he tells me in a matter-of-fact manner.

How does that work? Faithful, and sex with others? I ask with a sarcastic edge to my voice.

Yeah, I know sounds weird. But you will see. I’m sure a girl like you know the difference between sex and love, and that you can have sex without love and sex with love. They keep them apart, by degrees. What I mean is that Mr. M. will probably fall in love with you. I know I will. But that doesn’t mean that we will love you and not his wife and my girlfriend.

You have a girlfriend? I ask with a hint of surprise and probably disappointment.

Another bad assumption, Lani. Did you think I was gay or just too busy with the Matsumotos? he says with a little laugh.

"Well. I was hoping you weren’t gay, and well, I just didn’t think about a girlfriend. Does she play too? I could feel a blush coming over me.

Her name is Veronica, and she plays very well…but only with me he says softly and with no hint of hostility.

We remain quite for the next few minutes as we go into the heart of Kahala and down the beach front road. We drive past the beautiful homes of Honolulu’s richest residents. Who would guess that at one home, maybe more, such fun and games are played out behind the gated walls? As we went on, I am trying to digest the flood of information I have just received. My head is swimming and I am getting pretty excited as he turns down an access road and past some really big mansions that front the beach in that area, and then down another private access road. He pulls down his visor and taking the little box, he has there in his hand, he aims it at the gate and pushes the red button. The gate cranks open. As it does I can see a big beautiful single-story Hawaiian-style soft pink-sand house that is down a long drive flanked by palms and lush foliage.

We’re here. You all set? Mr. M. will want to see us to talk over the plan for today. Well not a plan exactly. He likes to play it by ear as he goes, with you and I given some general guidelines and roles to play he tells me as he pulls the truck past the front door over to a parking slot over by the side. Oh, shit, I almost forgot to check with you for your safe word. You do know what they are and how to use them I should think.

Yes, I do, I replied, but I don’t have one of my own. Last time I used Surfers Suck but I didn’t actually use it.

Surfers Suck huh. Does that include me? He comes back a bit indignant.

Well, I’m a bodyboarder and that should tell you why we used it. So, don’t take it personally. Besides you said you were a body surfer, so that’s different, I say and brush my hand lightly on his thigh.

O.K. anyway, I don’t suck he says with a laugh and then pauses, gives a nasty little glare to me and asks Do you?

I smile back at him. I have, and will, when the time is right. Maybe you will find out sometime.

Excellent! You smart ass. You are a piece of work. Anyway, Mr. M. likes to use a color safe word system. Easy and won’t be misunderstood: White, green, yellow, red and black. From time to time he will either ask you what color you see or like or some odd question about color. Or he may just ask for a ‘color check’ as he calls it. That is your cue to respond with one of the colors.

What do they mean? I interrupt.

Well I’m coming to that Larry replies in a slightly annoyed tone. "Green means you are fine as you are. Yellow is you want to slow it down or take the intensity down a bit. Red is to stop what is being done immediately. So like if you are tied up and getting some punishment and you say Red, then the punishment will stop immediately, but you will not be untied at once. If you say red again after that you will be untied and the scene will go back