Alicia MLT - Society's Pantyhose and lots of cinnamon

Alicia MLT - Society's Pantyhose and lots of cinnamon

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Status: Finished

Genre: Literary Fiction

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Sian Davis is an average girl with an average life. Always one with the mass, she is shocked when the handsome Dimitri awakens a desire inside her the scares her but arouses her at the same time. Dimitri, however, is a hardcore dom who is determined to get Sian in his bed... permanently. Will Sian fight Dimitri and be the good girl she has always been or will she turn her back on society and accept her desires and the love Dimitri gives her freely? Read more at http://www.booksie.com/literary_fiction/short_story/alice_mlt/societys-pantyhose-and-lots-of-cinnamon#6PczWcYryb8uRuaH.99

Summary

Sian Davis is an average girl with an average life. Always one with the mass, she is shocked when the handsome Dimitri awakens a desire inside her the scares her but arouses her at the same time.
Dimitri, however, is a hardcore dom who is determined to get Sian in his bed... permanently.
Will Sian fight Dimitri and be the good girl she has always been or will she turn her back on society and accept her desires and the love Dimitri gives her freely?
Read more at http://www.booksie.com/literary_fiction/short_story/alice_mlt/societys-pantyhose-and-lots-of-cinnamon#6PczWcYryb8uRuaH.99

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Submitted: March 18, 2014

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Society’s Pantyhose and lots of Cinnamon
by Alicia MLT


The conflict we feel boiling within ourselves often stems from the conflict we have with others; our friends, a loved one or maybe even the mass that is society. Sian Davis has to deal with great inner conflict, which she only feels because her newfound desires don’t comply with the norm. Should that norm not have existed in the first place, all Sian’s demons would have been exterminated before they could even raise their ugly heads. Unfortunately, it does exist and - like Sian has proven - it is difficult to go against. Doing so would create conflict with society and for many people conflict within themselves, for swerving from that norm is a battle on its own.

 


Society’s Pantyhose and lots of Cinnamon

Blog Subspace: SubHBJellyfish - 15/11/12
‘… I cannot even describe the experience. While each blow against my skin was agonizingly sweet, feeling my master’s tongue licking a soothing path along each raised welt was even sweeter. And afterwards, when he held me in his arms and crooned in my ear, I finally felt like I belonged. I know our relationship isn’t conventional, but as long as it’s consensual, that shouldn’t matter. People may say that we are freaks, abominations even and that our desires are perverted, but I am right where I should be, serving my master.’

I tried to close the window, but my fingers no longer seemed to have any sense of direction. Those words wouldn’t leave my thoughts: freak, abomination. Putting my head in my hands, I wished I hadn’t taken the job.

***

I nervously surveyed the enormous iron gate that prevented passers-by from getting too close a look at the imposing building beyond. Two stone lions stood guard at the entrance and seemed to loom over me, as if trying to intimidate me. Mission accomplished, I thought, unable to hold back a shiver. The whole atmosphere screamed danger, adding to my feeling of discomfort.
I took a lungful of the cold winter air, trying to still the erratic beating of my heart and, after eyeing the lions one last time, I pressed the buzzer at the gate. A rather nasal voice answered my call: ‘Club Lion’s Den, how may I help you?’
‘Hello,’ I said after quickly clearing my throat. ‘I’m here regarding the security breach in the club’s database.’
‘Oh, right, the tech geek. A sec, I’ll buzz you in.’
I refrained from correcting her. Pointing out I wasn’t a ‘geek’ usually only got me a dirty look or a sneer. One especially rude girl had even flipped me off once.
The great metal gates scraped open and the darkness they revealed seemed to beckon me closer. All I wanted to do was turn back around and hightail it out of this place. Being a student in desperate need of money, however, didn’t allow for that possibility. Come on, Sian, just suck it up.
At the club’s big double doors, two shirtless bouncers were apparently awaiting me. Without saying a word, they opened the doors and followed me inside.
The inside of the club was not what I had expected. The walls were painted a dark claret and black leather booths were spread throughout the large, open space, creating a warm and friendly environment. I might have even liked visiting the place, were it not for the dark, pulsing music beating up my eardrums and the large crowd of leather-clad people, stopping their conversations to gawk at me. Of course, the fact that my budget was a little tight at the moment and that this was a bdsm-club didn’t raise the odds of me returning here, either.
Big and bigger took me to the back of the club, where the atmosphere was a bit more disturbing. Low moans echoed through the cave-like structure of the halls and the sound of various instruments hitting naked flesh made me jump. Dorothy, you are not in Kansas anymore.
Finally, we stopped at a wooden door and one of the bouncers knocked, after which they both went back from where we just came. Staring at the muscular backs of the retreating pair, it took a while for the deep, masculine voice to penetrate my thoughts.
‘Sian Davis? I am Dimitri Belitrov, the club’s manager.’
Turning around, I stared into the most beautiful, intense blue eyes I had ever seen.

***

‘It is a common mistake,’ that warm voice whispered in my ear, while strong hands gently held my waist and pressed me back against the hard contours of a muscular chest.
‘The dominant may have control over the submissive’s body during their session, but only so long as the submissive allows it. Should the sub wish for everything to stop, he or she has but to say the safeword and the dominant will cease whatever it is he is doing.’
Those long, calloused fingers slipped under the hem of my shirt and slowly drew circles over the skin they had discovered. Goosebumps broke out over my arms and an involuntary shiver escaped.
 ‘Besides,’ he continued, ‘every good dom knows and respects the community’s mantra.’
‘W…what do you m…mean?’ I managed to stutter, though my knees started wobbling when that hand went higher and traced the contour of my black lace bra. A thumb found my nipple through the material and lightly scraped over the extended peak.
‘Hmmm…,’ he murmured in my ear. ‘The mantra: safe, sane and consensual. The club and its members won’t do anything to jeopardize a sub’s health. Which is why…’ A tongue slipped past those swollen lips to trace the outline of my ear. A light nip made me tremble. By now, only his strong arms around me kept my knees from buckling under the sensations.
‘Which is why condoms and lube can be found in every drawer.’ And with that statement, he grabbed my chin, tilted my head to the side and kissed me.

With a sharp intake of breath, I woke up. My sheets lay in a tangled heap at my feet and the cold night air penetrated the thin layer of my nightgown and yet I lay there, sweating profusely. Recalling the dream, or rather memory, my arousal quickly turned to shame. I could have blamed it on my inexperience with the other sex, but I knew damn well that wouldn’t be the whole truth. Thinking back, I felt my traitorous body getting turned on again when thinking about Dimitri’s strong hands holding me immobile for his pleasure.
After I had finished the job at the club, Dimitri had clearly stated his interest in me becoming his significant other, his ‘sub’, as he called it. And unfortunately, after that mind-blowing kiss, I had nearly agreed, had it not been for a hysterical sub busting down his door and interrupting our make-out session.
I closed my eyes and let a lonely tear escape. Curling up around my cushion, I promised myself that it would never see Dimitri again.

***
 
Blog Subspace: DomDELamborghini - 23/11/12
‘… and nothing is more beautiful than having my little Danny at my mercy. It is a stunning sight; his cheeks flushed a rosy pink, while his moans saturate the air as I expertly redden that delicious bottom with my paddle. Soon my little sub will know the difference between an erotic spanking and one dished out as a punishment. But never will I lay a finger on him in anger. He might have sought sanctuary in the arms of his friend tonight, but one day he’ll come to me with his troubles. As soon as mutual trust is established, of course. Without it, our relationship would be futile.’

***

 ‘I truly am sorry, Miss Davis, I don’t understand what happened.’ The cute brunette said for the third time, seeming unconcerned with her near state of nudity. ‘We have put new security measures in place, but the entire system is fried and they said you were the best man for the job.’
Trying to ignore the sub’s swaying bosom, I got to work on the club’s security system. Soon it became apparent that it had been worked over by an expert hacker. It might take some time before I would be able to set up a safety net to secure the club’s database.
I managed to work in relative calm, but now and then I swear I could feel eyes drilling a hole in the back of my head, yet I refused to look up. They’ll know. Of course I knew it wasn’t possible for them to know, but that didn’t make me feel any better. They’ll see what a wanton slut I am, what a freak!
By the end of the day, I was so wrapped up in my wayward thoughts that I actually squeaked when a hand landed on my shoulder. With my heart trying to jump out of my chest, I looked up in the stunning eyes of the club’s sexy owner and the object of my every thought.

***

‘Don’t worry, beautiful, we’ll start simple. Just close your eyes and relax. You don’t have to do anything but feel.’ For once, the sound of Dimitri’s warm voice wasn’t enough to calm my nerves. As he tied my limbs to the posts of his bed, I grew even tenser than I already was. Lying spread-eagle, unable to move an inch, I was now completely vulnerable with no way to get out of the situation.
I felt the bed dipping when Dimitri sat down, his hip touching mine, while he gently caressed my cheek. ‘I know it isn’t easy to give up control, Sian, but you have to believe that I won’t hurt you.’
‘How can you know? You’re the dom.’ My voice sounded strained, even to my own ears and I couldn’t prevent my speech from faltering as he licked a hot trail from the slope of my breast to my belly button.
Dimitri chuckled. ‘Like that, do you? As to answer your question, every good dom has been on the receiving end of a whip, one time or another.’
Leaving the bed, he rummaged in a big trunk at the foot of the bed and produced several items that seemed completely alien to me and I couldn’t help but shiver at the sight.
‘Before we start, I want you to choose a safeword, one you wouldn’t normally use. Should you say the word, everything stops.’ Dimitri grabbed my chin and made sure I looked him straight in the eyes as he said: ‘But understand this. If you say the word, everything stops and the scene will be over. There’s no going back. So be sure you want to stop completely when you use it.’ He kissed me on the nose and picked up one of the items he had selected; it was a blindfold.
With a little smile, he ordered me: ‘Choose your word.’
Eyeing the blindfold like it was going to strike out and bite me, I said the first thing that came to mind: ‘Pantyhose.’
‘Interesting choice. Why pantyhose?’
‘Because I don’t like them. They are restrictive and offer no protection whatsoever.’
‘Very good; then you wouldn’t normally use it.’ And with that, he tied the blindfold around my eyes, leaving my in utter darkness.

***

I stared at the frozen pond, following the crossing lines left by children’s ice skates. The lines somehow seemed burned in the frozen water, like a hot poker had wanted to destroy the flawless surface by scorching it. It reminded me of the white flesh of a strong back, sliced open by the burning fire left by a whip. The water would have been vulnerable, its only warning the days that were getting colder by the approaching king of winter. Just like the whistle of the whip, slashing through the air, would have been the sub’s only warning.
He hadn’t cried, that submissive. Not a tear had been shed during the entire time I had been standing there, in the open doorway, on my way out. He had shuddered and strained in his bondage, had gasped with each booming crack and each time he had thanked his master for the pain being administered to him.
Closing my eyes, I thought back to my own session with Dimitri.
‘You have to open your senses, use them all to get the full experience. This blindfold,’ he added, tracing the outline of the black material denying me my sight, ‘will help you with that. We have become used to using primarily our eyes, but with them eliminated, you will have to rely on your other senses, which can make any situation even more intense.’
Something soft tickled its way across my belly and slowly began to warm my skin.
‘This is a feather. Normally, it would only tickle you a bit or maybe just annoy you, but how does it feel now?’
‘Almost…sensual,’ I said, surprised by the feeling.
‘Good,’ Dimitri murmured and a burst of happiness shot through me at having pleased him.
The feather flicked across my thigh, again and again. It trailed upwards and, using broader strokes, Dimitri began to warm my chest and the top of my breasts.
‘You should see yourself, lying here with your skin flushing a lovely rose color,’ he whispered softly and began to flutter the feather across my stomach muscles.
‘Let’s take it up a notch,’ Dimitri said, rousing me from the lulling doze I had fallen into under his careful administrations.
I was completely unprepared when soft strands of leather smacked against my thigh. Four more blows, each following the previous in quick succession, had me panting and straining in my bonds. It didn’t hurt exactly, but since it caught me by surprise, I couldn’t contain a yelp.
Dimitri softly began to massage the abused flesh and whispered reassuring words, then picked up the instrument again and began anew. The tenth stroke was harder, the snap louder and we both moaned.
‘Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea how gorgeous you are, with those thin, red lines appearing on your milky-white thighs. Simply stunning.’
While Dimitri kept an even pace, the strands didn’t always hit me. I tried to anticipate the blows, but didn’t always succeed in doing so. It was to keep me attentive, Dimitri explained.
‘Besides, this way you learn to better use your hearing. You’re so focused on the flogger slashing through the air that when it finally finds your skin, the experience becomes even more intense.’ A flogger, apparently, was a whipping implement with multiple tongues.
Minutes passed without anything happening and for a moment I thought Dimitri had left, but then something wet and delicious touched my lip. Opening my mouth, I shared the sweetness of a strawberry dipped in hot chocolate sauce with Dimitri, our mouths moving in an ancient rhythm. Never would I have thought that sharing food through a kiss could be so… erotic.
Dimitri ordered me to stick out my tongue and not to move it. Next, he squirted a dollop of whipping cream on the tip and started sucking on it. His mouth slanted over mine and our tongues started battling for dominance. Dimitri, being more experienced than I was, won the upper hand and ended the kiss with a nibble on my swollen bottom lip.
‘And that’s how even taste can add to sensuality,’ Dimitri murmured, sounding quite satisfied while I lay panting for air. ‘I guess that only leaves us the sense of smell to explore.’
‘How can smell be stimulating? I only smell sweat.’ I asked curiously when I finally had my breathing under control.
‘Hmm, yes, sweat on itself isn’t very pleasant and is often associated with an unsanitary body, but mixed with other scents, it can be very intoxicating. I, for one, love the smell of sweat combined with a hint of women’s perfume.’ I understood what he was trying to say. His scent, which strongly resembled sweat and cinnamon, was very addictive, very masculine. I had been trying to get a whiff whenever he’d gotten close enough.
‘Today, I will introduce you to a combination that many use in the world of kink. Concentrate and tell me what you smell.’
Dimitri held something before my nose, but I didn’t recognize it. Although the scent of sweat was still prevalent, the other smell was very nice, if a bit wild.
‘Any guess?’
Shaking my head in a negative, I was disappointed when he took the object away.
‘It’s leather, worn leather to be precise. One of the reasons it is often used in my club, is because it tends to turn submissives on.’
More sounds alerted me that he was rummaging in the trunk again. However, next thing I knew, Dimitri was untying my hands and feet. He took the blindfold of and while I tried to get used to the dim lighting, he massaged some feeling back in my calves and wrists.
Finally, with a smoldering look and a tender kiss on my cheek, he told me to go home and to think of another scent that I found stimulating.

***

Blog Subspace: SubJSWeepingWillow - 02/12/12
‘… It hurt. I cried and cried and afterwards, I didn’t want to see him again. How dare he punish me, as if I were nothing but a petulant child that needed to learn a lesson! Even now, I haven’t completely forgiven him. But I cannot deny that part of the blame falls on my shoulders. He had given me a safeword but my pride wouldn’t let me use it. Now I have three purple stripes to remind me that pride isn’t everything, especially when I try to sit down!’

Blog Subspace: DomTIWeepingWillow - 02/12/12
‘Acknowledging your mistakes is part of the healing process. Every d/s relationship has rules that both dominant and submissive have to abide by. Hard limits and soft limits are to be discussed before they enter the relationship and when a sub breaks one of those rules, however minimal they may seem, he needs to be held accountable for them to his dom. The latter should then administer a proper punishment according to the limits discussed. Only when the sub accepts his punishment gracefully and asks for forgiveness, shall the dom forget what has transpired and shall their relationship grow.’

***

Family dinners used to be tedious and unpleasant, but tonight it felt like a dagger was being pushed through my heart. Standing before me were my parents, my sister and her boyfriend, my aunt and uncle and their spiteful son and my best friend from childhood, who my parents loved more than me. Their arms were crossed and they formed a barrier to deny me entrance to the house that held all my childhood memories.
I recalled a time when I was sixteen and my dad had found a porn magazine underneath my bed. Even though it had been my sister’s, I had been so embarrassed that I hadn’t been able to look my parents in the eye for months. It was nothing compared to how I felt now.
Apparently, my cousin Mitch was a well-known dom in the scene and had seen me and Dimitri enter his private bedroom. It didn’t matter that Mitch was into kink, because he inflicted pain and that made him strong and placed him in a position of power, something my family had wanted enough to try to engage me to a 50-year old cardiologist. 
It did matter, however, that I had been seen with Dimitri, who was, unbeknownst to me, the dom of all doms. In their eyes, I was weak and nothing but trash that needed to be put outside. Seeing the disappointment and disgust on their faces, I just turned around and went back from where I came.
‘Good riddance,’ I heard my mom say. ‘Unfortunately, ill weeds grow apace.’ And with that stab in the back, I walked away and never saw my family again.

***

Blog Subspace: DomLRHakunaMatata - 22/12/12
‘…I have been shunned by society, I have been shunned by my family and friends and I have been shunned by my own daughter. Being gay made me antisocial, being kinky made me a freak and being a dom made me the devil’s spawn. Live has given me one blow after the other; it has tasted what I had to offer, but didn’t like it and spit me right back out. I have lived like the dog everyone accused me to be. I have seen myself at my lowest point and it wasn’t pretty. But then the first ray of sunlight hit my face and the beauty of my sweet sub blinded me. Those gorgeous brown eyes became my whole world. He was the yin to my yang, the beating to my lifeless heart; he was my hakuna matata. And though society didn’t like it, he was my home.’

***

Spending Christmas alone was pretty boring, but I needed the time to think. I knew Dimitri wanted to talk to me, to help me through the turmoil that was my emotions, but this was my problem.
I had already found a new apartment, since the letters I had gotten these last few days were getting more hateful and more frightening. I had quit school, because my parents didn’t fund my studies any longer and I didn’t have enough money myself. I also had to hand over my car to the police; apparently, the many ugly words sprayed across the hood were evidence of an act of hate crime.
It was difficult to get by, but I managed. Now, I just had to figure out what to do with my life.

***

Blog Subspace: DomRSCarbondioxide - 26/12/12
‘…Sometimes, those inner demons are just too hard to overcome and the temptation to make an end to it all is just too great…’

***

It was getting colder and the nights were very long. Especially tonight, time didn’t seem to be in a hurry. New Year’s Eve was always the time of year when the cities were alive and the docks were empty; this year was no different.
I stared at the water, the darkness beyond beckoning me closer. It must be cold as ice.
In the distance, I heard someone call my name. Dimitri. How I would love to spend the rest of my life with him, if only society wouldn’t condemn me for it. But I loved him so much, so very much.
Sighing, I watched the water one last time, its soothing waves trying to lure me in. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. With the sound of Dimitri calling out to me, I took the last step.

***

Blog Subspace: DomDBPantyhose - 01/01/13
‘A friend of mine once asked me: what is the perfect sub? At the time, I didn’t believe there was an answer. I have searched for many years to find one, but it just didn’t seem possible. Nothing is perfection and no one is perfect. Yet now, so many years after that question came to my ears, I have found the answer. It is simple, it is obvious and it is perfect. The perfect sub, is mine.’

Blog Subspace: SubSDPantyhose - 01/01/13
 ‘When I first came into contact with the world of kink, I was horrified, I was disgusted and I was turned on something fierce. Never could I have imagined that such a world existed. I have struggled to accept this other side of me, even though others didn’t think twice before they cast me aside. I believed I was a freak for wanting my partner to hurt me and in denying my needs, I hurt him. However, it is difficult to step outside the safe bubble that society created. As long as you’re inside it, you’re one with the mass and you don’t have to worry to be looked at differently. I have seen people being bullied and yet I didn’t interfere out of fear of being rejected myself. After all I’ve been through, though, I can honestly say that I no longer care. In fact, I will shout it to the world: My name is Sian Davis! I am a pain-loving submissive and I love my master, Dimitri Belitrov! I’ve taken the last step, I’ve been collared at the docks and now, for the first time in my life I can say that I am truly happy. When others see my master, they call him a lunatic, an abomination or even a pity case. You know what I call him? I call him master and husband, I call him soon-to-be-father and above all, I call him my own.’

- The End -


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