4/9/12

"These people are addicted to misery." He gestured to those laying on the cots throughout the room. "I'm here to help"
"Most aren't ready for your help." She replied from her perch atop a pile of satin pillows. "That's why they're still with me."
"This isn't some fantasy. They'll die if they don't get help."
"They usually do. But how is that my concern?"
"It's your concern because they're your customers, without them you have no income."
"I'll find more. There's always some sorry sod looking for an escape. Pain is a great distraction."
"You're just as hopeless as your clients. Empty, numb, and sorrowful."
"But unlike them, I'm past being helped." She grinned.
"No, you're not." He whispered as he turned to leave. "I will save you, my love. Someday. I will save you."

12/18/11

"You're addicted to misery" He said confidently, "You don't know how to exist without pain. So much so that you can't even feel pleasure."
"I am pain," She replied, "That's all I can feel. I'm immune to pleasure."
"No, you are an addict."
"I feel others pain so they don't have to. This was not my choice it's simply my body."
"You have a choice. You can control it. You just choose not to."
"I am a martyr, that's my gift. I can't choose my gift anymore than you can."

12/24/11

In the darkness he felt her skin against his  leg and her breast against his back. Slowly she moved across him until she was on top. The glint of her eyes in the darkness told him she was ready to play again. And the not so gentle love bite said she craved some rough fun. He grabbed her leash before she could sit up and brought her mouth to his crotch. After a light smack to the back of her head she took him into her mouth. A few more pulls of the leash and it was perfect. Her tongue played against his member just as she had been trained. And then the spark on her eyes turned sinister. She pulled the leash away from him and climbed up onto him. Slowly bringing every inch of him inside her. She moved her hips expertly dancing with him inside. His body began to pulse with anticipation and pleasure.

1/19/12

"What's your pleasure?" The Madame asked.
The teenaged boy in front of her cringed.
"I know just what your looking for," She said knowingly, "but you won't find it here. Illelles House of Sin, she'll get you your fix."
The boy quickly thanked her and left.
She Sniffed as he left, that wasn't the first addict who had wandered in looking for a quick fix of misery. She was a woman if integrity and refused to deal in that drug. Her profession may have been one of pain but it was for pleasure, not some drug induced high like those lesser houses.
***
The air was thick with self loathing,a sign of a busy night. Illelle walked through the open rooms of the house attending to clients here and there. they fed off the sorrow her girls emitted. Only the elite costumers felt the sorrow she produced. Her sorrow had been refined over years until it was so strong only a few could safely handle it in its pure form. Even her personal clients only received a distilled version.

12/12/11

Sweat beads trickled down her chest. Dripping off her nipples onto the bodies beneath her. Hanging above them in nothing but leather strips and a few chains was her favorite part of the night. The one time she could be completely free. Of course the vibrator attuned to the ambient noise certainly made the job more pleasurable. The din of the club never disappointed. It was a nice change from the submissive role she often played, finally the chance to control when others received pleasure or pain. Perhaps it was the thought of all that power, or the sudden roar of the crowd, but her body convulsed with waves of pleasure. Toes curled as the sensation laced across her skin spreading out like a web. Defiantly her best of the nights. Below she heard the gasps and moans of all those linked to her. Echoes from them sent another smaller set of euphoric pulses through her body. She hung there for a few seconds exhausted and twitching, completely drained before the cycle started again.
 Later that night, after she'd dressed, she stood amongst the crowd for a meet and greet with her fans. She hated having to be clothed, the latex stuck to her where it had been painted on.

11/28/11

She slipped her gown off her shoulders and shimmied out of it. Every move deliberately seductive. Her gaze held him captive and her hips made any plans of escape disappear. Taking a step forward she unleashed her glory. White hot and blindingly magnificent. Her human shroud turned to ash as her true form emerged. Demonic and beautiful. Hungry for his flesh, she slid down to straddled him.  Gentle kisses turned to bites as she slowly consumed him.