OSL New YorkChapter 2 Manhattan
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What starts as a magazine interview ends in a life changing experience. When Irene is discomfited by questions, her replies are not always the ones most desired.
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For readers with a little less time than is needed to read a novel here is a try of mine at a short story. It sort of fits with the rest of the world that I have written about in 'Denise' and 'Diane'. Hope that you like it. I am definitely encouraged by e-mails and comments so let me know what you think, for better or for worse.
Irene
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Agent
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Saturday Afternoon Interview In Manhattan.
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Sitting in the window of Southgate near Central Park looking over the greenery and rocks of the city sanctuary. Irene seemed relaxed, sipping her coffee and perusing the excellent menu whilst talking about the most outrageous behaviour. She was primly dressed in black and fur but showing a plunging neckline and fiercely high red heels. She had agreed to meet me when I contacted her about her latest undertaking, the purchase of land in upstate New York and up towards the Hamptons on the isle. I really wished to inquire about her business rather than her investments but that might have been dangerous. For me.
?You have invested in land that is not zoned for building??
?Yes, there are a few houses and farm buildings there but nothing significant.?
?Why in such isolated locations??
?For me the isolation is an asset not a disadvantage.? She said, sipping her coffee with pursed lips.
?But you have bought for 100 Million, so investment must be uppermost in your mind??
Placing down the cup delicately she traced the rim with her forefinger. For a moment she seemed to be deeply considering her answer.
?Investment for me is not losing value. That is I pursue my own goals and interests for my own reasons. It so happens that I have a small stake in a business venture up in the north of Long Island and I wanted to buy adjacent land to add value and privacy. As for the upstate land, well, that is a long shot, we shall see if I have judged the market right.?
I considered my options carefully. Here I was, the bogus reporter for an American Investment magazine, and there she was a woman involved in some sort of shady dealing over the last ten years. Why bogus? Because I am a private detective? Normally involved in divorce and other sticky personal cases that require tracing, patience and impersonation as well as a talent for recording and filming. A woman who was trying to trace the disappearance of a friend of hers had hired me. God knows, normally these cases are sorted in a few hours of searches on the web and some shoe leather being left on the sidewalk. A quick few hundred bucks and a days work. This one was not working out. Already I was out of pocket on expenses with nothing to show the client. The only lead was Miss Irene Clearmont, a sexagenarian woman who was connected to all the right people and came out of nowhere just ten years ago. Difficult to get to talk to, impossible to trace, money in spades and privacy of impenetrable proportions.
?So tell my readers about your investments in Long Island!?
?I have part of a special farm in the north of the island. We do selective breeding, training and some very specific education. The work is somewhat secretive because we are making great strides and have to protect our methods.?
?This sounds interesting, can you give me any more clues about this fascinating business.? I felt myself leaning forward a little as if in conspiratorial mode.
Irene, on the other hand, just smiled and finished her coffee. I felt one of her shoes touch the inside of my thigh, a somewhat unexpected move from this attractive but older woman. The flat of her stiletto rested between my legs and gently rubbed against my erection. With a smile that would have been coy in any other woman she opened her small clutch bag and took a lipstick. With a delicate touch she renewed her lips in plum red before she consented to continue.
?If you wish you can join me there, but it may be a little discomforting for you. Today, before I agreed to this interview, I called your magazine only to be informed that you are not on their books as a reporter. I fact it turns out that you are a private investigator and are poking about in areas of my life that I consider to be inviolate and untouchable.? For a moment she smacked her lips to smooth the lipstick. ?This is not acceptable. I am prepared to help you if you can offer a proposition that interests me!?
?I am sorry to deceive you but I need to move forward on a disappearance case that I am working on I did not mean ??
?To deceive me!? Irene finished my sentence and wriggled her foot in my crotch. ?I can see three possible courses of action, each of which has advantages and disadvantages for me, the variable being your reaction.?
By now I was feeling pretty taken by her, a raging hard on and a mystery.
?So what choices do you see??
Miss Clearmont leaned forward and I leaned also as she spoke in a whisper.
?Well we could go to my limousine and get fucked as we head to see my investments in Long Island. I like fucking and being fucked and you do offer some possibilities in that direction. Second you can walk out of here and tell your client that the pursuit of this matter, whatever it is, is beyond your capabilities. The third possibility is for you to be completely open with me and tell me what you are investigating and who your client is.?
She leant forward a little more and I felt her unzip my pants under the table. I could scarcely resist her as her hand freed my erection to stand proud against the sole and heel of her shoe. A slight motion of her foot pulled my prick to attention and pressed it against the metal tip of the stiletto. Both her hand were again in sight but a slow rhythm had started and already I could feel myself moving towards orgasm.
?So what is it to be my little P.I. ?? she said with a grin. ?Sex or honour? Because both are not available, just a choice of one.?
Her heel dug under my balls and pressed on the delicate join between ass and testicles. The sole firmly pushed and stretched me to orgasm, a surge that erupted in the privacy under the table but was clear to both of us.
?Let us go to see your investments.?
?I hoped that you would see it my way.?
A Long Trip
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I left the restaurant with Irene on my arm. She called her chauffeur on the mobile and the Mercedes pulled up at the kerb with a whisper. I opened the door for her and she slid into the leather cell with a practised action. Joining her I closed the door and turned to face.
The car pulled away from the curb with a susurration barely discernible from the inside. Irene opened her bag and pulled an envelope from it. For a moment she fumbled at the closure and then passed the photos to me.
A large house and stables, a Ferrari parked outside. These were the backgrounds of the two photos. The foreground of the one on top was a naked woman in chains and a hood with the purple marks of a savage beating on her breasts and thighs. The second was a woman of generous proportions wearing a long fur coat and holding a riding whip. A glimpse of flesh showed in the fur, a plump of sex and a rosette of nipple.
?You run a brothel?? The question slipped out involuntarily, but it was what I had been thinking of.
Irene laughed and reached to fondle me for a moment. ?No not a brothel, something much more interesting!?
I must have looked a little blank as she felt that she had to elaborate. ?Sex, power and satisfaction. We offer sex but not just for a straight payment for service. We train the willing and unwilling and then offer the benefits of that indoctrination to a world wide selection of exclusive clients to experience in the privacy of their own surroundings.?
I did not stop her hands from slowly undoing my belt and pants. My mind wandered into realms of tension and pleasure. This woman, this sixty year old medusa was forcing people into slavery, sexual slavery and now she was fucking me. A single one of her fingernails stroked me from balls to the damp tip of my straining erection.
?Do you want me to show you how it works? How we train and force compliance? How the victims are defiled and degraded for the subtle but painful wishes of out degenerate clients? How the torture and suffering of those we force bring pleasure as the slave is violated and punished for uncommitted crimes? Does this excite you? This power to extinguish and maim, rape and ruin??
?Yes.? I whispered as the pleasure took control and Miss Clearmont took charge.
I did not feel the restraints go on my wrists and ankles, all I could feel was the hands that made my prick strain to come a second time. The soft fleeting brushes of fur on the very tip and the firm grip on my balls. By the time that she had almost brought me to come I was naked and helpless and struggling, not against the restraints, but against the gratification of orgasm being over too soon. God, it had to last forever this feeling of falling, the tales of slavery and servitude. The pleasure stopped before I came, the hands revoked their gift and the body of my evil partner withdrew from contact. For a moment I was just dazed, a quivering mass of flesh, lying on soft leather and my long discarded clothes. Then awareness came. Awareness of the cuffs that encircled my ankles and the soft pocketed gloves enclosing my hands. Both with delicate chains leading to eyelets in the upholstery. I sat up and lifted my immobilised hands.
?You are far too self centred to be a partner of mine!? she said. ?I need service and attention and now I shall show you what I mean.?
Still a little dazed from nearly coming I said, ? You do not need to tie me down to make love to me!? but reason and argument was not a realistic strategy.
Her hand moved to the centre console of the car and pressed a knob. A small sound and I felt my legs and arms being pulled. The chains were being wound into the car and I was being stretched across the back seat in the process. Irene moved to a facing seat and watched as I was pulled and stretched, immobilised and exposed for her complete attention. She reached into a cabinet and pulled out a mask. With me struggling and begging she pulled it over my eyes and mouth. A leather hood covering my head and laced tight to unmoving grip. For a moment I struggled for air before she unplugged the brass screw mouth opening. I felt her strong hands hold my head as she screwed something else over my mouth and into the mask. Then a wrench and a tube penetrated my open mouth and forced its way over my tongue.
?Don?t try to talk my bitch, that is the first lesson. The second is to relax and put yourself into my hands. You are about to please me and pleasure me. If you do well you may well be glad you did. On the other hand I am very demanding. I need to feel real volume inside me, I need to be fucked and penetrated and you are the ideal tool.?
As she spoke I could feel her mounting me. At first I thought that she was going to fuck my straining cock but then she shuffled up my prone body and settled herself on the dildo that was my mouth's air supply.
Every stroke was a breath to me as her sex opened and closed the air holes running along the length of the fearsome latex device. Grasping the handle on the top of my mask she used me to satisfy herself and then again her ass. I was nothing more than a fuck doll, a tool for her pleasure and a thing for her grasping cunt to control. It decided if I could draw the very breath of life. As I gasped for air, she came with a wrench at my balls and scored my chest to bloody ribbons with her sharpened claws, a tiger coming as the staked goat shudders in terminal pain. She orgasmed not just from friction but from the frisson of my forced service.
And that is the end of the story, at least as far as I am concerned. I have passed though Miss Clearmont?s business and found out that intruding on her privacy is a monumental mistake. I did solve my case but have had and will have no opportunity to pass on the fact that the missing person was trained and sold to a south American brothel. I am now on the block. Most male slaves, and there is not much demand for them, pass to the gay SM scene and do not usually last long because the scene is so cruel and because what comes so cheap is not valued. It appears that I am to be discounted to almost nothing. Use once and then throw away.
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Interviewing… Holly and FearneAuthor: Bonercreator69My brand new TV show was one which I was looking forward to filming. The new interviewing show that I had presented to the producers had been passed without a second thought, the show that allowed me to interview famous women of the world, leaving no stone unturned as I could ask them absolutely anything. There would be different sections of the show: Sportswomen Uncovered, The Truth behind the Women of TV, Musician’s Mysteries: The Girls and...
"Is it on?" The man looks past the lens to the operator, and then back to the lens. "Okay, then! Okaaayyy..." The man looks pensive, and then suddenly anxious. "Um...cut!" The screen goes black but then comes back a moment later. It is again showing the same man, but now he is seated and looking more confident. The auburn hair of a woman's head can be seen just at the corner of the screen, bobbing up and down in the man's lap. The man looks down, clearly amused, and then back at the...
The next day, Claire walked into the containment room pushing a cart full of some sort of equipment. "Good morning to you," she said cheerfully. "You'll pardon me if I don't get up," Gruthsorik grumbled from the bunk. "No, that's fine, in fact it would be helpful if you laid still for this," Claire said. She pushed the cart up to the cell wall opposite the bunk, unfolded some of the devices, and aimed them at him. Gruthsorik turned his head to the side to watch. "Dare I ask...
PORNOLIFE: Wann hast Du deine ersten Sex-Erfahrungen gemacht? Andrea: In der Schule lernte ich viel, aber Sex lernte ich von den Jungs. PORNOLIFE: was bedeutete dies für dich? Andrea: Das Lusterlebnis war bestimmend für mein Selbstvertrauen. Ich war begehrt und deshalb stolz auf das, was ich als junge Fickstute tat. PORNOLIFE: Und nach der Schule? Andrea: Ich hatte weiterhin sexuelle Beziehungen zu den Jungs und deren Familien aus dem Maghreb, wo ich wurde zur Hure abgerichtet wurde. PORNOLIFE:...
We were sitting in the lounge, the TV was on and the contestants of The Voice were vying for attention of the red chairs in front of them. I wasn’t taking much notice and was also reading while watching the TV at the same time. I looked up from my book and caught a glimpse of the girl during her obligatory pre-audition interview. I perked up and started to watch over the edge of my glasses.The girl walked down the corridor to the stage entrance and my mouth dropped open, I watched her gorgeous...
HumorShe was sitting in her car in the service station car-park when the text came through. She sipped her coffee and read the message. ‘Number 3. Room 104. 3. 1930. Bag at reception. Instructions within.’ She typed in the postcode of hotel number 3 into the SatNav; a twenty-mile journey. She’d be there by 1845. She finished her coffee while re-reading the text and set off. Her night had been arranged and the excitement was starting to take effect; she increased her speed.In the bar the blonde man...
Interview with a Fempire "Thank you for meeting me," said the sexy woman. "You're more than welcome we at the Tampa Bay Times take all potential stories seriously no matter how bizarre they sound," I told her. "Yeah, I know it may sound odd but trust me when I tell you that everything I'm about to tell you is true. I just want to get my message out there before it's too late," she said. "... Okay. Well then let's hear your story." AT A LOCAL COLLEGE "Okay class, remember we...
Interview with Destiny By Cassandra Morgan This was destiny, I kept telling myself. And I was Destiny. At last. All along, it was supposed to end up this way. I never had a chance. People always thought that I was surrounded by rainbows, and now I was going to be. They knew it all the time. I stuck my left toe into my pantyhose and pulled them over my smooth leg. This was nice, almost liquid in texture. I smoothed the hose over my calf. I smiled. I put my right foot in, like...
Interview with a Tin-Foil Hat By Cassandra Morgan "If you google the word 'sissy,' do you know what happens, Doc? You get 33,600,000 hits. Try it. "If you call up Fictionmania, and I have, you get 5,259 hits. When you look up the keyword "femdom.' You get 2,660 with 'maids.' You get 714 with 'sissy' and "354' with mistress. They're everywhere. Yeah, I sound a little obsessive. I know. But I think the lifestyle is chasing me. Is that nuts? "I'm sorry. I knew you shrinks don't use...
Interview with a Fempire 2 Today I have another meeting with Danyelle, my lead for the fempire story. Since my last meeting, I've taken her up on her advice and stopped wearing pants and only wear leggings exclusively. The only drawback to this is that leggings don't really have pockets, so I've had to start carrying a pocketbook around to hold my money and phone. I must admit though they do feel amazing on my shaved legs and look good too. Many of my coworkers have been teasing me...
“Hi is this Dr Smith?” I asked, “my name is Chris and I was in a sexual relationship with my mom”. A month later he flew to New York to meet us. He would’ve come sooner but it took me weeks to convince my mother to do the interview. His requirements were that we had to meet in person, it had to be both of us, and we had to provide identification proving we were, in fact, mother and son. It had been almost 4 years since she and I had done anything… pretty much once I moved out it stopped. But...
The journalist smiled as the blonde woman in the short red silk robe opened the door. "Come in... I guess you're Pete." "Yes, I am. Nice to meet you, umm... Queen Cobra... obviously that's not your real name, so I'll call you... ?" "You'll call me Queen," she said, motioning for him to sit in a loveseat. She walked to the sofa opposite him, sat down, and drew her legs up. "Remember the rules of this interview, Pete. You were never here. What you will write about will not contain...
The video starts. The camera is pointing at the floor, but then it quickly pans up to show a rather normal looking twentysomething caucasian man with brown hair looking directly at it. “Is it on?” The man looks past the lens to the operator, and then back to the lens. “Okay, then! Okaaayyy...” The man looks pensive, and then suddenly anxious. “Um ... cut!” The screen goes black but then comes back a moment later. It is again showing the same man, but now he is seated and looking more...
The time was August 1942 and the Great Patriotic War was a year old. Admiral Gorshin stood contemplating the sea from the dockside at Murmansk. Beside him was Commander Neville Callender of the Royal Navy, his Liaison Officer and assistant. "The ice will be early this year, don't you think, Admiral?" the younger British Officer asked the Admiral in clear, crisp, Russian. "I do, Commander, and I think we'll be lucky to see any more convoys beyond the end of the month." "How's your...
"So that's how you became like this?" asked Annabel, "No, that's how I became an air headed, sex-crazed bimbo that the stereotype expects. It took years to become who I am today. On that day, when I saw Lester for the first time as Lulu, I wasn't thinking of trying to escape, or even trying to think clearly. My goals were simple, to get his cock inside me as quickly as possible because masturbation pales in comparison to having as many cocks inside you as you can get your hands on. I...