Melody Series

Melody loves lingerie It's the one thing that makes the socially-awkward college girl feel sexy and special. While out shopping to indulge her secret vice, she meets a charismatic older man who gradually and skilfully seduces her. During a steamy encounter in the store's changing room, he brings out her submissive side, and Melody learns to see herself through his eyes. This, the first volume in the Melody series, is an erotic short story of approx. 8,000 words. This edition (June 2012) has been slightly altered since the story was first published in December 2011. EXCERPT Slowly, Melody turned around, certain she could feel the heat of his gaze on her skin. “Do you like it?” “I’m not sure about this one. Put on the next set for me.” Melody’s heart pounded as she considered the set of lingerie which was now at the top of the pile – a tiny, very sheer bra and thong set which would hide absolutely nothing. It had seemed like a good choice when they were roaming the store earlier. Now, the idea of modeling it for him was both thrilling and daunting, although far less daunting than the thought of refusing him. “O...OK.” Was that the ghost of a smile on his lips as he turned away, this time? All too quickly, Melody was dressed – if that word could really be applied to a few small triangles of transparent material held together by thin strings. Melody caught sight of herself in the mirror. As she had feared, the lingerie hid nothing at all. Her traitorously-erect nipples were very visible through the sheer material of the bra, as were the small triangle of hair between her legs, and even the dark cleft of her nether lips. She looked over her shoulder to check the view from behind. If anything, it was even worse. The thin string of the thong panties disappeared completely between the cheeks of her ass, leaving her totally exposed. Melody was mortified, her cheeks burning with humiliation. As soon as she told him to turn around and look, she would be utterly exposed before this strange man. If anything, wearing this lingerie was even worse than if she were totally naked. The bra and panties simply drew attention to her most intimate parts, as they were designed to do, she admitted to herself, while hiding nothing. She knew she should just call the whole thing off. Get dressed again in her sensible jeans and sweatshirt, and just leave. And yet, she knew she wasn’t going to do that. Something inside of her was responding to this situation – to displaying herself for this stranger, and obeying his commands. Each time he told her to do something in that peremptory tone, an electric thrill coursed through her body, and dressing up (or down) to display herself for him made her feel sexy and proud – especially the gleam she saw in his eyes whenever he looked at her that way. Still, she trembled with that same combination of fear, excitement and anticipation as she said, making a conscious effort not to cover herself with her arms, “I’m ready.”

In this, Melody's second BDSM encounter with her new Master, she learns more about the new world she has stumbled into, and deepens her BDSM relationship with him. Following his texted instructions, Melody, the shy straight A college student, finds herself in the video booth of an adult bookstore, watching porn as she performs for an unseen audience of strangers, stripping and touching herself for their pleasure. When hard shafts start to appear through holes in the walls, Melody has to take her role as her Master's slut to a whole new level, and learn just how far she is willing to go. An erotic BDSM short story of approx. 6,000 words, featuring hardcore scenes of masturbation and oral sex. EXCERPT Her phone beeped to announce a new message just as she noticed the video camera mounted on the ceiling at the corner of the booth. A small red light burned at the camera’s base, and Melody knew she was being watched. “Welcome, slut,” read the text message, “That’s a beautiful choker you’re wearing.” Melody felt something inside of her unclench in relief at the knowledge that her Master was nearby, watching and watching over her. Seeing him in the flesh would have been better, but at least she knew that he was in control, and that everything that happened would be part of his plan for her. She found herself smiling broadly at his praise of her choker. She chided herself inwardly for behaving like a schoolgirl with a crush, but she couldn’t help it. Praise and approval from him, even delivered via a text message on her phone, filled her with warmth and contentment. Another message arrived, quickly after the first, “Put the phone somewhere you can see it easily, and then sit down in the chair.” Melody propped the phone on the top edge of the darkened TV screen and sat down. The back of the chair was reclined, tilting back to a shallow angle, and Melody leaned back, settling in comfortably to the soft padded leather. Sitting under the spotlight, the walls of the booth were dim and shadowed, almost as if she were on stage looking out at a dimly-lit auditorium. The screen lit up, showing a woman’s face contorted in agony or ecstasy. The camera’s viewpoint panned backwards, and Melody could see that the woman was on her hands and knees, being taken from behind, her moans and his grunts softly audible from the TV’s speakers. After a few moments, another naked man came into shot and grabbed her by the hair, shoving himself into her mouth. Melody watched, rapt, as the woman was forced to suck him whilst being screwed. Soon, the movie changed. This time, a young girl was on her knees, surrounded by hard shafts which she was stroking and sucking – a few strokes or bobs of her head on each, before her head was tugged away, her mouth pulled onto another hard shaft. Again and again the scene changed, every time showing a girl being used or controlled – submitting in some way to one or more men. In most cases, that meant getting screwed, but sometimes the scene showed a woman being restrained – wearing handcuffs, strapped into pieces of strange bondage equipment or tied up with rope in elaborate arrangements of knots, like some piece of living, erotic sculpture. Melody had seen some porn before, of course, although it hadn’t interested her very much. She’d seen nothing like this, though. She knew that, just a week or two ago, she would have turned away from the screen in horrified disgust. But, not now. Something about these images and scenarios resonated within her, and Melody’s eyes stayed locked to the screen as scene after scene of sexual submission played out in front of her. She started to become aroused, imagining herself in such situations. Her pussy tingled and her nipples grew hard, the silk of her coat rubbing against them as she squirmed in the seat.

Melody always hated her roommate's boyfriend, so when Kim comes home in tears after finding him in bed with someone else, Melody is happy to have her back. She takes Kim to a nightclub to help her get over the breakup, and decides that what Kim really needs is a good, hard fucking. So, she arranges one, taking charge and controlling not only her friend, but also Tony, the jock who tried his luck and ended up with a lot more than he bargained for. Later, Melody dominates Kim in a hot girl on girl session featuring her brand new double-ended dildo. This story of approx. 8,000 words contains very graphic descriptions of m/f and f/f sex. EXCERPT Melody nudged Kim, their bodies pressing together as she leaned in close to shout into the other girl’s ear, “don’t look now, but I think mister ‘right now’ is on his way over. One of the guys had summoned up the courage to approach them, and was working his way towards them across the crowded dance floor. Melody had plenty of time to size him up – good-looking, in a ‘jock’ kind of a way, with a hard, toned body and muscular arms. “He’s perfect,” Melody thought to herself as he came to stand beside them, swaying his body more or less to the beat, “exactly what she needs.” He leaned his head down close to theirs, pitching his voice to reach them over the pounding music. “Hi there,” he said with what he obviously thought was a charming smile, “I’m Tony.” Melody knew Kim was far too shy to let a strange man pick her up at a club – it had taken a few dates before she had even let Mark kiss her. So, Melody decided that she would have to take charge. The thought made something tingle inside her, as Melody took his hand in hers. His hand felt strong, she thought, he probably worked out regularly at the gym, or played a lot of sports with his buddies at the bar. With her other hand, she grabbed Kim’s hand. Melody put her mouth close to Tony’s ear, “We really don’t care,” she replied, as she started leading the two of them towards the fire exit, “come along, Tony, you just got very, very lucky.”

Melody’s Master decides it’s time to show her off in public. A trip to a fetish club leads to a sexual contest, with Melody using all her skills to try and avoid being at the mercy of the mysterious Lady Amanda. A chance encounter in the ‘real’ world creates conflicting emotions – what can Melody do if her heart and her collar start to pull her in two different directions? This latest episode in Melody’s story is an erotic short story of approx. 10,000 words, featuring public sex, a whipping and a threesome with a hot dominatrix and her handsome pet. EXCERPT It was calmer and quieter inside the VIP area, farther away from the pounding beat of the music. The two of them were ushered to a small table where her Master sat while Melody knelt at his feet on a thoughtfully provided cushion. She was not the only one in this position. When she glanced around the room, Melody’s eyes fell upon a male sub, kneeling next to his Mistress. His beauty took her breath away. He was like a Greek statue brought to life. His startlingly blue eyes met hers for a moment, before he lowered his gaze. He knelt, motionless, keeping his eyes on a point on the floor in front of him. He wore nothing but a harness of leather straps that only served to accentuate the smooth, muscular planes of his body. His skin had been oiled, so that his body gleamed in the warm, yellow glow of the spotlights dotted around the ceiling. Melody stared, unable to tear her gaze away from this blond Adonis. She didn’t even notice his Mistress until the elegant woman rose gracefully to her feet, and led her slave toward their table. She was taller than Melody would have been without her boots, although some of that was due to the high spiked heels of the blood-red shoes she was wearing. She was curvaceous where Melody was slender, and carried herself with an aura of power and self-confidence to which Melody could not help but respond. Melody hated the woman immediately. “How simply delicious to see you again.” The woman greeted Melody’s Master with a smile, holding out a pale, delicate hand for him to kiss. He rose politely to his feet, bowing as he pressed his lips to her skin. “And you, Lady Amanda. What a delightful surprise. I see you’ve found yourself a new pet.” “Isn’t he beautiful? Your lovely little slut certainly seems to think so.” Melody felt herself redden as both of them turned to look at her. “Oh, look she’s blushing. How simply adorable! Do say you’ll lend her to me?” Melody’s heart pounded as her Master’s face took on a thoughtful expression. Surely, he couldn’t possibly be considering it...could he? She held her breath as she waited for him to reply. “Forgive me, Lady. Melody is not yet ready.” Melody blushed deeper as she felt the full force of Lady Amanda’s gaze focused on her for the first time. The Mistress’ deep, dark eyes promised pleasure and pain, and had an intensity that made Melody wonder just what it would be like to be at her mercy. For a brief moment, she wanted it. “She looks ready to me. In fact, she looks positively eager. “How about a little wager? Winner gets to borrow the loser’s pet for one night.” Melody’s Master smiled, “Thank you for the generous offer, Lady. But as you know, my tastes do not include other males.” “I do have other pets, you know. Admit it, you’ve had your eye on my Annabel for quite some time.” Lady Amanda reached down, caressing Melody’s cheek. Looking into her eyes, she slid her hand down Melody’s body, cupping her breast then taking hold of one of Melody’s nipples and gently pinching it, making her gasp. Melody cursed herself for the way she responded so readily to this woman’s touch. “Oh, how much fun it would be to make you scream for me, little pet. Still, if your Master has not trained you properly...” The implied criticism of her Master was the last straw. “What’s the wager?” Melody saw a l

Melody’s relationship with Lady Amanda’s sub Eric deepens, the two of them indulging their curiosity to explore kinks beyond what their Master and Mistress would approve. Meanwhile, Melody has to overcome her jealousy and help Master enjoy the prize she won for him – the use, for a night, of a beautiful and fragile submissive. When her jealousy prompts Melody to choose a frightening anal hook to use on the girl, Master teaches her that choices have consequences. Later, Melody takes Kim to the fetish club, and ends up having to submit to Lady Amanda in order to keep her eager but inexperienced friend safe from Lady Amanda’s whip. This 11,000 word story is the latest episode in Melody’s BDSM journey. EXCERPT Melody adjusted the black silk trench coat, ensuring that the front showed a suitable amount of cleavage, and that the hem was hanging evenly at mid-thigh. It was her favorite garment – almost the first gift her Master had given her to wear for him. The soft boots were another gift – as was virtually all of her ‘play’ wardrobe. They had high, stiletto heels, and gripped her slender legs in buttery black leather like a lover’s hands. The last time she’d worn these boots had been the night he’d given them to her, when he’d taken her to the fetish club and she’d won a wager for him – a wager whose prize he’d be enjoying tonight. As per his instructions, the coat and boots were all she wore. Her Master had an extensive collection of other items that he might make her wear for him, but very few of those would be considered clothes. Melody gave a small shiver of anticipation, her lips quirking upward in a small smile as she checked her makeup. After Melody had confessed that she didn’t feel very capable in that area, Master had sent her to learn from some of the finest makeup artists in town. Today she’d gone for strong, dark eyes – a midnight blue just above her eyes blending to a paler shade just beneath her eyebrows – giving her a mysterious, almost sinister look, while lipstick in a deep burgundy emphasized her mouth. Yes, she was pleased with her look – just as well, given tonight’s agenda. Once inside, she paused for effect before slowly untying the belt of her coat and allowing him to help her take it off. She turned, wearing nothing but thigh-high boots and a smile, a warm glow of pride spreading through her at the look in his eyes. “Welcome, Melody.” “Thank you, Sir.” Melody lowered her eyes, as was proper, following him into the apartment. Accepting a glass of wine, she sank to her knees in front of his chair with a contented sigh. The doorbell rang almost immediately. “That will be Annabel. Show her in please, Melody.” Annabel was her Master’s prize for the wager that Melody had won – a wager she had entered into with Lady Amanda, a Dominatrix, at the fetish club. In entering the wager, Melody had gone against her Master’s instructions. For that, she’d been duly punished. Nonetheless, she had won, and his prize was Annabel, one of the Dominatrix’ pets, for one night. Melody knew nothing about Annabel, other than that Lady Amanda had said that her Master wanted her, and had done for some time. Melody had felt a spark of jealousy flare into life when she’d heard that – a spark that still burned tonight. The spark grew into a flame as Melody opened the door and got her first look at Annabel. Quite simply, the girl was stunning – petite and slender, with a cascade of coppery curls falling around her shoulders, and the greenest eyes Melody had ever seen. Those eyes widened as Annabel took in Melody’s costume...or lack of it, her delicately freckled skin reddening as she blushed. “You must be Annabel.” A nervous nod. “Come in. He’s waiting for you.” The girl’s throat moved as she swallowed, her fingers twining together as she stepped into the apartment.