Bleak, much?

There’s not enough information.

There’s too fucking much information.

We’re too close together.

We’re too far apart.

We mustn’t come in contact with one another.

We are *starving* for touch.

Peeps, it’s a damned complicated world outside our doors these days. I’ve been on Facebook, off Facebook. Reading pages of documents, ignoring pages of documents. I’ve cleaned my house a bunch of times, filed for unemployment, dealt with paperwork on my desk, finished things, started things, and sometimes I think my head is going to explode.

The other night I was *sure* I had “IT”. My throat was scratchy. I had postnasal drip. My eyes itched.

I have fucking allergies, peeps.

I can’t take allergy meds because they give me devastating migraines. When I get up and move around during the day, I’m fine, except if I go outside in the morning. Then I’m sniffy and sneezy…and the rest of the day, fine. I definitely don’t have “IT”.

But I’m afraid to go into a store with sneezyface. The deathglares, yanno? Not that I’m going into stores often.

I have what I need, what my family needs.

I’m having panic attacks at night when I slide into bed, or my sleep is interrupted by a thousand and one thoughts. But one thing I know.

I’m not alone in this.

But I’m living in turbulence and riding on a pendulum. One side is pure fucking soul-bending panic. The other is ‘we’ll be okay, life is good, look-pretty flowers’. Sometimes the pendulum is slow, only tossing me into the panic mode at night. Sometimes I visit that side multiple times a day.


Yes, you.

You feel this…this weight, too, right?

Now, ya’ll know that I’m a happy little introvert. (Little might be a lie…jeebers but this slowed-down life is making me fat!) I tend to like being segregated from large groups of people.

But my jobs are short interactions of the one-on-one type, and now I’m missing that. I’m missing the smiles, the stories, the hugs.

Oh dear gods, I miss the hugs.

I’m a hug lover. I need it, I crave it.

I’m not getting it. Well, from the kids, yes. But nowhere near what I’d be happy with. I suspect the same from you all.

There is no D/s. No play. No time when it feels like it will ever manifest again, except in my fantasies. I need to battle this all it’s forms. I can overcome the panic. I can turn off media. I can live my life happily on a here-and-now basis…after all, tomorrow is promised to none of us.

So I’ll write. I’ll work on stories in progress and over on my darker blog, I’ll write some of those very naughty stories for when I’m feeling I need to release some of the darkness from my soul.

My blog, my blog buddies, and you, my peeps, will help me get through this.

So here’s a hug. And a pinch. And a cheek slap. And a big ole dildo. Take *that* C19. We’ll do just fine, we will. You may take our freedom of movement, but yanno…we do like to be tied up, to be bound and tormented.


So hang in there, dear friends. Dreamers of tortures and purvayors of pain, lovers of sex, slaves to orgasm denials and orgasm overloads, greedy kissers, and cock suckers, and pussy slappers…we will get through this, together.

Gym 6

it‘s been a bit since I last worked on this. You can scroll back to reread, or use this link here to refresh your memory! ~nilla~

She had to be dreaming. This wasn’t really happening to her- not to boring, mundane Ellie, was it?

Wet underpants between her legs informed of the reality. Dammit, she’d just cum! In her work clothes. In her boss’s office. She stood frozen, transfixed by a man whose fingers were firmly pinching her nipple. The same man who had tormented the same nipple yesterday. Who had tied her up physically, and certainly, mentally.

“Ohmygawd,” she moaned, suddenly remembering that she was not alone with this pervert. Turning her head she saw Daniel sitting with a stupid smile on his fucking handsome face. That black mane of hair had fallen over his forehead, but for once he wasn’t running his hands through it. Rather, he was holding a pen with two hands, stroking it lightly as he watched the scene playing out before him. In his own office. She watched his fingers moving up and down the smooth surface of the pen, and she knew without a doubt that the action was a poor substitute for stroking something very different.

Look away, she told herself. She was not going to think about her bosses cock. It was enough to think about the long, strong fingers that had captured her breast, her overly sensitive nipple. She pulled her gaze from Daniel, focusing on the tall, shapely form standing in front of her, her eyes slipping down the firm chest, to strong, denim clad legs. The dark sneakers he wore reminded her of her earlier gaffe. She was not going to think about HIS big feet, and maybe big…no!

Holy shit, Daniel had watched her shudder through an orgasm–standing right there in his office, for fucks sake!–while her nipple was touched! More than touched. Tortured. It was then that she realized Mr. Perv was still holding it.

“Stop!” she gasped, pushing him away with both hands on his chest. He didn’t move an inch, but his hand released her aching bud. She felt her face turn red, her body flush with heat, felt the thick throb in her nipple, the matching beat in her clit. Both were keeping time with her racing heart. The ache to be fucked had returned, ten times as intense as it had been yesterday when he had tied her up.

The chair squeaked as Daniel moved. She couldn’t bear to look at him.

“Perhaps it’s time for a more formal introduction.”

Dropping the pen, Daniel rose smoothly from behind his desk, moving to stand beside the pair locked in seeming stasis as they stared at one another.

“Ellie, I’d like to introduce you to Dane, my business partner, who is also know as Sir, or Dom in the playroom.”

“Dane, this is our secretary, Ellie Diamond.”

He paused for a moment, looking at each of them.

“Although you have already met one another on a whole other level, and I can see that there’s still a great deal to be sorted out, I’d like you both to take a step back and sit, while we work things out here.”

His words hung in the air between the three of them.

“Fuck that,” Dane spoke in a near growl, before hooking his arm around Ellie.

“Come,” he said.

Daniel watched as Dane pulled an unresisting Ellie out of the office, and into the playroom. Damn if things weren’t about to become very interesting, and a whole lot more complicated, he thought.

Practicing Happy

Hey, peeps, how’ya doin’? (if you know someone from Boston, specifically Southie, you can read that in appropriate accent!)

It’s been a wearing, weird-ful March, hasn’t it?

Up until this week I haven’t been in quarantine mode, or not much. But as my jobs began to dry up, much like wet sheets on a clothesline, at first, a lot of weight, then lighter and lighter…until all that’s left is one dry sheet.

hmmm…I’m not sure that metaphor actually works for what I’m trying to say. But I did go from having a full, heavy schedule, to working about 4 hours a week. Which, I know, is a blessing. I’m in a semi-necessary job, but not in high demand. I’m being vague, I know. But the bottom line is–I’ve been home a LOT.

And today, for whatever reason, I finally jived with it.

Instead of being scared/mad/sad/depressed/pissed/annoyed, I *enjoyed* being housewife/mom/petperson. I had fun hanging my laundry on the line, on joking around with my kiddo’s, and puttering around the house.

The situation didn’t change. I did. I’ve been doing a light breathing meditation for 10 minutes a night while I’m in bed. I’ve resigned myself to being broke enough that I won’t be able to pay some bills. SO many people are in the same position I’m in that I don’t feel like it’s just me barely scraping by. Like so many others, I almost live paycheck to paycheck, only being able to put a few dollars aside for a rainy day…and there’s been a lot of rain this past year!

Anyway, I found some inner peace hidden around all the pockets of panic and fear, and have been harvesting them, stitching them into a blanket of calm. Whenever the fear tries to rise up-and it does, often-I mentally envision that calmness wrapping around me. I will get through this. Yes, I’m actively practicing “happy”.

My wifey has been a big help through this. I get news-obsessed, and hanging on every word of every new “fearful thing”. She made me stop. I limit myself to one news cast a day. Plus, I only have to see #45 on the tube once a day, since he makes me crazy mad. (I swear if he says “it was a beautiful meeting” or “I’m a smart guy, a very smart guy, yes I am” one. more. time….I will eat my remote control!!)

(Yeah, I know I don’t usually get all political here, but this IS my blog and I can state my opinion!)


As to M and I…well, one of the things I have to let go of is my slut-phone. Yes, I had a separate phone just for slutty stuff. Where I look at porn when I masturbate, where I text with M…I can’t have that stuff on my Mom phone, because someone is always looking at what texts I have pinging onscreen.

Definitely not a plan.

So, I had to write to him and tell him that I was going offline until I’m no longer laid off from my main job. He sent me his email address, so we won’t lose full contact, but it’s not the same. I don’t check my email every day, but maybe that will change, too.

Here is a bright side, too: I should have more time to write. With my previous work-load, I had so little time to sit, let alone compose something slutty and fun! I was running all the time, juggling all kinds of things. I know, most if not all of you grok that-hey! Wasn’t life was supposed to be simpler and easier by this century, with lots of leisure time?

*falls over in hysterical laughter*

But now I have LOTS of time on my hands. And frankly, at this stage in life, time is more precious than money.

Currently I’m catching up on all the house tidying/cleaning that has been shunted aside while I was Crazed Worky Slut. It’s only taken 3 days to really make inroads on my personal to-do list, so I’m hopeful that after a final push this weekend, by next week, I’ll be able to really get on a writing jaunt!

Until then….I’m sitting here sending a heartfelt wish that every one of you will be safe and healthy. And that if you get sick – influenza, Covid-19, or even a cold, that you come through it and out the other side and come back to read all the slutty, naughty stuff that I’ve written for you- those wet and slippery tales that give thrills to all of us weird fucks.


Lazy AF

I’m having a lazy day. There are assorted ramblings here, somewhat disjointed thoughts as I’m writing in a stream-of-consciousness mode. Mostly because of *points to title* that. Lazy. A.F.*

After an insane, 14 hour workday yesterday, and a fun family gathering later on, I quite literally fell into bed and slept a solid 8. That happens so rarely that I always have to happy dance when it does. After taking care of the pets, we all went back to bed and had snuggles and pettings, and facebook , and a bit of dozing for another hour.

It’s fucking cold today.

That’s why I went back to bed…it was warm there with assorted 4-foots to cuddle with. Our winter has been so very strange. Mostly above average, very little snow, but off an on ice storms. They have their own sort of treacherous beauty, but gosh, I’d really love just one more whopper of a snowstorm. We were down south when the big storm(s) came in early December…since then we’ve had barely three inches.

oh, and it’s my birthday. I’m feeling neither old, nor young. Somewhere happily in the middle. Recovering from my surgery had a setback for a few days, but we’re back on the upward swing.

M is back to only writing me when I write him. Literally, 6 words in the last week. He’ll probably forget it’s my birthday, too. (If he doesn’t I’ll come here and publicly apologize, but really, one would think in 10 years he’d remember mine?) And I can’t say it’s a new problem, and really, just now in my life, having a Dom who would demand tons of my attention (yeah, I know that’s back-assward in the D/s thing but stay with me for the nonce)…well, it just wouldn’t work out. So maybe he’s just tons smarter than I’m giving him credit for, knowing that I’d freak out if he added to my stress.

And it is taking me for-fucking-ever to get my strength back, which makes me mad. I know, I know, I’m not 20 anymore. I’m a long way from that and truly past middle age now. I still can’t get the discount seats at the movie theater yet, so there’s that…! LMAO. But understanding that my 100% at 20 is not the same 100% in my 60’s..that takes some getting used to. (Please note that I didn’t say I was resigned to it…I’m gonna keep pushing that envelope!) I’m eating better, and taking it easy when I can, and hopefully in a few more months I’ll be back better than I was last summer.

So happy Sunday, may it be awesome wherever you are and whatever you’re doing. As for me? Why, I’m off to write, of course.



*A.F. = As. Fuck.

Gym ~5

Ignoring the alarm clock would do nothing to forestall Monday. With great reluctance, she slid from her bed, and plodded to the shower. Under the warm spray, she rubbed soap onto her body, pinching her nipples as she’d dreamed about someone doing, all fucking night long.

“I’ll only do one for now.”

His voice echoed in her head. The threat, the promise, intertwined with pain and lust. She’d masturbated over and over again last night, coming harder and harder until she’d squirted all over her bed.

Getting up and changing her sheets at 1 a.m. hadn’t made it any easier to get up.

Her pussy was tender now, the throb a blend of the surreal fantasy of yesterdays torture, and last nights use. She rubbed soap between her thighs with vigor, leaning against the shower wall as she fingered her clit and nipple. The sudden gush from her cunt surprised her, making her knees tremble.

What the fuck had he done to her?


Shutting and locking her car door, Ellie leaned against it for a moment. She hadn’t said anything about yesterday to Maggie when they’d done the car switcharoo yesterday. She, who told Mags everything, could not even figure out how to begin to explain this. Hell, she couldn’t explain it to herself, let alone anyone else.

Should she quit? Gods, but the money was great. And she had to take some personal responsibility for disobeying her boss, for coming in when she wasn’t supposed to. Now she knew why – but serioiusly, who would have ever thought that there’d be a BDSM party at a gym?

She reached for the door, but before she could unlock it, Daniel opened it, startling her.


“Actually, I’m surprised, and pleased, that you’re here.”

Locking the door behind her, he flipped the sign to Closed.

“Family emergency,” he said, before pointing to the back offices. “Let’s go back here and wait for Dane.”

She swallowed the rise of nerves. She had no idea how to deal with this. None. Should she stay? Should she quit? Should she…

“Sit. Coffee?”

“uh…uhm. No, no coffee.”

“Ellie, you have nothing to be nervous about. It’s Dane and I who are worried. What you went through yesterday was a mistake. It was ..”

“I’ve had six orgasms since yesterday.”

They stared at one another. How the fuck had that come out of her mouth?

“How interesting,” came a voice from behind her. A voice she recognized instantly.

“Ohmygawd it was YOU!”

She jumped from the chair and whirled around. Framed in the doorway was a man who was not at all what she expected. The voice was deep and sensual, but the face did not at all reveal…the monster? No…the pervert.

“You touched me.”

“And for that I’ll apologize, since we did not have an understanding between us. I mistook you for another, a submissive who had been sent to me for correction.”


“Submissive. A person-male, female, they, who want to be dominated-usually sexually, but sometimes in lifestyle choices, by a Top, or Dominant.

“Yes…I understand that. AND I get that I made a huge mistake in coming here when I was told not to…”

“But?” He asked, sensing she was not done.

Her mouth opened, then closed. She looked at him, then down at his feet.

“My gawd you have big feet…” her voice trailed off, as that urban myth gobsmacked her into silence. She looked up at him, mortified by her wildly out of control mouth.

One eyebrow raised. One corner of his mouth raised.

“Curious?” His voice was silky, all soft, sexy, slick. She knew he was teasing her but she felt hot and cold shivers all over her body. Surly that was why her nipples were suddenly engorged. She couldn’t look at him anymore, and dropped her eyes. He continued.

“You did have all those orgasms following our mishap.”

Her eyes flashed up, then down. Dammit! She could feel the blush stain her cheeks pink, could feel too, his deep amusement. And dammit, could feel the heat building between her thighs.

“Stop…’re doing that on purpose!” she said, keeping her eyes fixed on his third button.

Daniel rested in his chair, amused. This was taking a direction far and away from what he’d anticipated when he woke up this morning. He’d dreamed of lawyers and lawsuits, million dollar payouts. This? No way in hell. Still, Dane had a way.

“I’m not doing anything. But I’m glad you are feeling.”


He smiled.

Gods she wanted to melt into a puddle. He wasn’t her type. Not even close. Oh, he was slick and self-assured, and he was attractive. But…. He was older than she was used to, with grey hair mixed liberally through the brown. He had a way of looking at a person. His eyes were piercing, intense. Like he could see inside of her. She wasn’t sure if she was afraid of what he saw…or of what he made her feel.

“Those orgasms you mentioned. Tell me…how did you enjoy them?”

He took a step closer to her, until his toes nearly touched hers, until she could feel the heat from him. He leaned closer, whispering in her ear.

“Did you think about my tying you up so that you couldn’t move? Did you remember the way that my hands touched your tits?”

She flinched at the naughty word. And yet it was so fucking hot, that he just said “tits” in a matter-of-fact way like that. Tits.

“Or did you touch your nipple like my clamp did? A tight bite of pain to awaken your clit?”

A shiver ran up her spine.

“Tell me you hated it. Tell me to go away and leave you the fuck alone, if this is not what you want. Tell me that you hate me and never want to be near any of this dirty, sexy, hot, wet, throbbing scene again. Tell me, and I’ll go, and you can do your job from 9-5 and go back to living your regular vanilla life.”

He paused, then. Her eyes were closed but her breath had thickened in her chest. Her clit did throb. Her mouth was pooled with spit, and she swallowed hard. When his fingers pinched her nipple, she moaned.

“I….I want…” she breathed out the words softly.

His fingers twisted her nipple hard to the left.

She came, hot juice leaking from her undies, running down her thigh.


The car pulled alongside her as she stormed up the street.


She kept walking.


Despite the cajoling tone, she kept walking.

“ELLIE, for Crissake.”

The car zipped ahead of her by 20 feet, nipped into the curb and parked. Daniel leapt out and stomped down the sidewalk towards her.

“Not talking to you.”

She tried to move around him, found herself blocked.

“Listen. No…stop…Listen to me.”

She stopped, just long enough to give him a hard shove. He barely moved, the jerk.

“Oh, I get it. You’re stronger than me because you “work out” right?” She insultingly wagged air quotes.

“People don’t do that anymore. The air quote thing. It’s juvenile.”

“Juvenile? JUVENILE??? Let me tell you juvenile, you…you…horny monkey-faced man!”

He stopped walking backwards, staring at her with a strange expression on his face.


He paused, swallowing hard.


Something in his face triggered her, and she stopped walking, and started laughing. She laughed until tears ran down her face, until she had to bend over to stop the ache in her belly. Dragging in a hard-won breath, she spoke.

“Your face. Your monkey facey..”

And she laughed again. He shook his head. He was a dom of some measure, but he could truly say this woman had flustered the fuck out of him.

“You’re strange, you know that? Monkey facey? Really?” He paused, rolling his eyes skyward.

“Besides,” he continued, forestalling her attempt to once more walk away. “you’re a woman without a car. Let me drive you home at least… please?”

Taking a deep breath, whether to quell any last giggles, or to supress annoyance as her clit throbbed softly, she gave him a fierce scowl.

No hanky panky. No walking me to the door. You stop where I tell you and I get out.”

He nodded his agreement. When he would have taken her arm, she shrugged him off and moved purposefully to his car. He bent around her, opened the door, then stood there a moment as she fastened her seatbelt, one hand on the door, one on the roof.

“I hope you’ll come to work tomorrow. We’ll talk. I’ll…” he paused a microsecond, but she noted it. “I’ll make sure Dane is there, and you two can finally meet.”

“Okay,” she said.

“Okay, good,” he said, shutting the door and rounding the vehicle to drive this mystifying creature home.


Unlocking her door, she slipped into her apartment and sagged against the counter. Holy fuck what an experience. Holy motherfucking hell.

Well, at least had her phone back. Pulling it from her jacket pocket, she was going to call Maggie…but what could she say? How on earth could she tell her friend about this mornings…mishap? She’d been one of the million or so people who spent that summer reading all about the domination of that simpering girl who bit her lip so often it was a wonder she still had a lip. And okay, she might have, maybe, okay yes she had, masturbated to some of those fantasy teases of being tied up, of being flogged, or being …anything.

Hell. There was nothing going on of a sexual nature, not in a long, long time. She assumed that anyone looking at her vajayjay would have to blow off 16 months of dust to get in there…but that certainly wasn’t the case now.

She put the phone on her night stand, and took off her clothing. She paced around her bedroom, before standing before the long mirror on her closet door. Her left nipple was red, with a hint of a purpling bruise. Lifting her hand, she poked it with her finger, felt the tingling ache, and the answering echo in her clitoris. Placing her other hand over her pussy, she pushed with her forefinger, entering the slit.

She was wet, juicy and slick. It was hot, so hot. Her fingertip brushed her clit, and she moaned. Watching herself in the mirror, she pinched her abused nipple, and rubbed her clit again. Her head fell back, her eyes closed to slits as she watched her body shiver out a chain of goosebumps. Her hips thrust towards her probing finger, her breast, nipple distended, arched upwards.

Another rub and the wetness poured from her, her cunt clenching.


She slipped a finger inside herself, feeling the intense heat of her slick hole. Rubbing her nipple and stabbing her cunt with her fingers, she came, hard. So what if she’d had the feeling of cuffs around her wrist, or of a vibrator buzzing away on her crotch.

No one needed to know.

Well Hey!

Sometime since my blog-oversary (10 years!) and my reclusive period, my blog hit over a million views! That’s really wicked awesome!

Thanks so much y’all. For the comments, for the views, for reading me…and returning back here to check in with me while I was…busy/soul-searching/debating…

It means more than any of you could ever know that I have friends here in this nebulous otherworld.



omg omg omfuckinggod…

What the fuck was happening to her? Ellie’s heart was racing, and she was in shock. Shaking her head and screaming did nothing, HE just kept pulling her along, and it was keep up with him or fall and be dragged. There was a heavy thumping music playing, and it was very warm. She could feel the cushy gym floor but what the FUCK was going on?

She was a feisty little thing, he thought, amused at her puny struggles. She knew what she was getting into, but trying to steal from the club was a major no-no. So either she wanted to be caught and punished, or she really was as naughty as her Dom had claimed. Either way, she would be brought to heel. Tugging her bound hands sharply, Dane pulled the girl up to the Cross. He made fast work of securing each wrist to each upright arm of the Cross, despite her squeals and struggles. Oh, she was going to be a fun little package.

Grabbing the Hitachi he’d set up earlier, he placed it against her crotch, turning it on low, before securing her legs together at the thighs, squeezing it snugly. In moments, he had her knees, calves, and ankles bound so that no amount of wriggling would free the device from its insidious torment of her crotch. Her jeans would add to the teasing, the thick seam at the center would vibrate right against her pussy, centered right over that very tender nubbin at the top.

She was overwhelmed with sensations, her wrists bound over her head, spread wide, with thick bracelets that she could not break free from. Her legs were cinched tightly together with something that purred against her private area with an insistent buzzing that was starting to make her horny. What the everloving fuck was happening at the GYM for the love of fuck.

Suddenly she felt his body pressed up against her back, her butt. The warmth of a male body snugged tight to her only added to the stir of sensations. He smelled of musk, of man, of sex. His voice was a quiet whisper in her ear, the humid breeze of breath tickling an erogenous zone. His words, however, were startling, pulling her away from the sensations, for a moment at least.

“You are such a naughty girl, Cassie. But we’re going to start fixing that reckless streak and help you become a better subgirl. Your Daddy sent you to me to break you, and to build you back into a good babygirl. Let us begin, hmmm?”

His hands reached up, and tugged her breasts free of her tank top. The strong fingers began molding and squeezing each tit, ending with a firm tug of her nipples. She arched, the pain mingling with the throbbing of her clit until she felt…felt…

She moaned. She’d never felt like this ever before. Hot, cold, wanting a hard fast fuck. He continued to talk to her, but she had no idea what he was saying, swamped by the assault on her senses. She needed to cum. She needed it so much.


Dane turned, looking over his shoulder at Daniel, who had tapped him.


“Yeah. I see that. But…come here.” Daniel whispered.

Dane leaned against the moaning sub, whispering in her ear. He reached around her, hefting one meaty breast.

“I’ll be back…until then…enjoy.”

Expertly, Dane slipped a clamp on her left nipple. A long chain hung from the clamp, swinging wildly.

“Just one. I’ll do the other one later…and we’ll add some weights.”

With a chuckle, he slapped her ass as he backed away, looking for where Daniel had moved off to.

“Keep an eye on her, Chris,” he instructed his floor manager.


Daniel stood beside a petite blonde girl, dressed in a scarlet bustier and heels, and nothing else. Her generous tits spilled from the top, and her nipples were rouged, deeply pink.

“Nice. What did you need, Daniel, I’m in the middle of working with Cassie and…”

“No,” Daniel interrupted him.

“WTF…” Dane began, looking annoyed.

The blonde interrupted both men. Thrusting out her tits, she tapped one and stepped into Dane’s space.

I”M CASSIE!” If that bitch told you she was, it was because she wanted your attention, the whore. You’re supposed to be working with me!”

Dane blinked.

“Well, I can certainly see why your Dom sent you to me, you rude child.”

“It’s …”

Dane held up a hand, universally the ‘Stop’ signal.

“You will shut your mouth, and go stand over there.” He pointed to the wall where there was a single loop of rope hanging. “Put your tits on the wall, and your hands up over your head and hang onto that loop like your life depends upon it.”

Her mouth opened, but catching his stern stare, she prudently closed it again. With a frown, and a pout, she turned on her heel and stomped across the room. Once she was out of earshot, Dane turned to Daniel.

“If that is Cassie, who the fuck am I torturing??”

“Uh, I think that is our new secretary. I didn’t see her face but I recognize that auburn hair. What the fuck are you going to do?”

“Well, you know…I think… maybe it’s time we introduced her to this side of things. Explain that there was a Dom that went a little overboard and the situation has been corrected and don’t for the love of all that’s holy, let her know it was me!”

“Fucking Coward.”

“You know it.” He rubbed his face. “Geezuz. What a clusterfuck. I’ll figure something out for tomorrow. Just…get her out of here now. I suggest taking the mask off of her OUTSIDE so she doesn’t see anyone just yet. And I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Tell her to come in at 9 and we’ll have a meeting.”

“If she doesn’t quit. Maybe we should keep her here for the day?”

“And risk someone else molesting her? No, cut her loose.”


“Oh yeah. Double, DOUBLE Fuck.”


There was a click and the torture device between her legs was silenced. She heard the rip of velcro and felt her legs become free. Her arms were freed, and rubbed. The huge ball between her teeth was gone. At last, with a soft warning, the clamp was removed from her nipple. She whimpered, rubbing furiously at the tender skin where the rubber teeth had bitten. When she would have taken off the mask, a gentle hand stopped her, and a voice she recognized said “Wait”.

“Please…” she said, her voice shivering.

“Please what, Ellie? I’m so, so sorry. This space is rented by a private enterprise on Sunday, and no one knew who you were. They found me and asked me to release you and apologize. You’re not hurt, right?”

“I’m….I’m gawd …ooooh.”

She stopped moving, folding over.

“Are you hurt?”

“HURT?? HURT?” Waving her hands, searching for him, her voice was a low growl of sound.

“Where the fuck are you, Daniel?”

Hooking her arm through his, he steered her quickly out of the play area, out to the front door, and took off the blindfold. The light here was dim, but still sunlight bounced in around the shade on the door.. She blinked furiously. Looking up at him she grabbed a hank of hair and pulled his ear to her mouth.

“I’m ssso fffucking HORNY, you bastard. You fucking jerk. How am I? HOW AM I? How would you EXPECT me to be after having my girly bits shaken and stirred for the last 100 hours? HUH??”

She let go of his hair, and bit his earlobe, then turned and stormed out into the Sunday sunshine.

He watched her storm up the street, not towards the parking lot. Frowning and rubbing his sore lobe, he muttered.

“It was less than an hour.”


Gym ~2

All things considered, her first few days were fairly easy. She’d worked all kinds of temp jobs, so she had an easy time grasping all the log-ins, check-in’s, and the like. The only thing she hadn’t managed, she thought as she tidied her desk for the end of her workday, was meeting Daniel’s elusive partner.

“Partner”, she mused to herself. Did that mean sexual, as in ‘he and I are in a thing’, or just a business arrangement? Daniel was certainly pretty enough to be thought of as gay. Gods knew he had a thing about his hair, always running his hands through the thick waves. But Ellie had not seen a single other guy hanging out with Daniel, although there were several female gymrats that were always cooing “Oh Daniel, could you correct my form?” or “Daniel, I’m not sure this is the right weight for me. It’s so much easier than last week!” She rolled her eyes. Never in a million, she thought.

Still, she wondered about the other half of this dynamic duo. Dane had yet to swing over to introduce himself, though it was his bold signature on the bottom of her first fat check.

“Well, as long as he pays the bills, that’s just fine with me,” she muttered as she logged out, then shut off her computer and headed out, promptly at 5:00, as her boss ordered.

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Dinner downtown with her bestie was just what she needed after a long week, her third at the Gym. Not that it had been arduous, this new gig of hers. But it had been nerve-wracking, losing her job because of her cunt of a boss. He was too much of a jerk to be called a dick, really. Firing her after she declined his generous offer to bang her in the men’s room, it was a cunty move. She could have taken it to HR, but it was his (well respected) word against hers (less than 2 years on the job). She could see all too well how that would have gone down. Besides, he was the company prince, bringing big names to the table of finance, and she was a secretary of one of his team, not even that close to him in the office hierarchy.

Dumping her purse and her heart out to Maggie was cathartic. She felt good, she said, because she hadn’t let walking away from that job get to her (she ignored Mag’s snarl). Rather, she went right out and got herself hired straight away and at an even better pay.

“Besides,” she leaned against Maggie’s shoulder, “He, Daniel, is wayyyyy cuter than Mr. Thomas Martin.” “But likely not richer than…” Maggie said.

“Whaaaat?” She sat upright, staring at her friend. “You think I should have fucked him..?.”

“OH! NO, no no no! That isn’t what I meant. Not at all. No he was a fucking asshat, and you were right to walk out. Just…. he did have all that mon-eee….which you could have blackmailed him for if you took some pix in the bathroom…”.



She stared. Her mouth was open. Maggie’s eyes watered and she fell over, laughing like a loon. “OMG your face. OMG OMG… ” her giggles became guffaws, as she held onto her belly, shaking with laughter. “Ellie, sometimes you are just way naive. Oh, GAWD…” she wiped away the laughter tears, as she watched her friends jaw drop.


A quick giggle escaped from Maggie, as Ellie gave her a stank-eye.


She didn’t remember much about coming home later, well lubricated and very relaxed. She woke up with a fuck of a hangover, and Mag’s handwritten note on her bedside table, next to three asprin and a bottle of sports drink.

take these! drink this! you’ll hate me this morning, until you do! Call me later!

With a soft moan, she swallowed the pills with the gross drink. Her stomach did a slow churn, then settled. She fell back against her pillow, moaning as her head hit. Somehow she fell back asleep, but when she woke for real, she felt so much better.

After a shower and a semi-stale blueberry muffin slathered with cream cheese, she shook off the last niggles of her hangover, and reached for her phone to let Maggie know she was alive. Her phone wasn’t on her nightstand, not surprising, considering how blasted she was last night. Looking in her purse, her jacket, and even the pockets of the jeans laying crumpled in the corner did not reveal her phone. What the ever loving hell had she done with the thing?

Maybe she left it at the club? Thinking back through the haze, she remembered hugging Maggie when she spotted her at the table, shrugging off her jacket, but not clear on the phone. Had she left it at work? Now that she thought about it, the charge had been getting low, and she did remember plugging it in. The plug was to her left, so kind of out of sight of her normal work space, so it probably was still there in the charging port.

Probably, no one would mind if she just popped in and grabbed her phone. But damn! She wasn’t supposed to go into the gym on Sunday’s. Daniel had absolutely stated that she was to be gone at 5, every day, and only work a Saturday if requested, but no Sundays. At the time she thought maybe it was a church thing, but he didn’t really strike her as particularly religious. She sighed. Well, if he caught her there, she’d get a warning, maybe. Or maybe he’d understand. A girl could not be without her phone!

Throwing her jacket on over her weekend tank to ward off the morning chill, she grabbed her keys and her purse and headed over to find her phone. And maybe she’d stop at the bakery first and grab something and bring it to Maggie’s as a thanks for helping her drunk ass last night. She was halfway down the stairs when she remembered that Maggie actually had her car, since she’d cabbed to the club, and had driven Ellie home.

“Well, fuck.”

With a sigh, she headed out to flag a taxi.


She paid the driver, told him not to wait. It wasn’t that far to Maggie’s from here, really, and if Daniel saw her and decided to ream her out for coming in on Sunday, she didn’t want to be paying a driver to sit outside during that. She noted the alarm was off when she went in, but if either man was there, that would make sense. She scurried up to the desk, and there it was, her elusive phone. Quickly unplugging the phone from the cable, she rounded the desk and was blindsided by something…or someone.

“Subs don’t sneak out to the front and steal things in my place. You are definitely in for a very bad time, little girl.”

Before she could open her mouth to protest, a gag was forced between her lips, and a blindfold covered her eyes. She felt herself being turned, and despite trying to fight him, for it was definitely a him holding her, her hands were quickly tied behind her back, and she was pushed away from the door, heading for who knew where.


A Note from Nilla: Hi. After a few short stabs at writing, I got an idea for a story. Most stories have a “formula”…you know mine do, too. I’m recovering from surgery, so now is as good a time to write since I have to “rest” (laughs). So pull up a chair, or better yet, get a gym membership…*wink*.


She stood outside the gym door, licking her dry lip. Actually, her entire mouth was dry, and her hands were shaking and her knees were knoc-

“‘Scuse me…going in?” The helpful young man who nearly knocked her onto her indecisive ass paused, holding the door open. Her mouth opened, just a fraction, and a wee ‘thanks’ slipped through, manners having been ingrained at her Gram’s knee. Having no choice other than letting the guy stand there staring at her, she stepped in. The foyer was well-lit, the floor some kind of cushiony stuff, and over the wall that guided one to a desk, she could see a giant open space, all steel girders, and supports and such.

With an inner admonishment to straighten the fuck up, she took a breath and a step, repeating until she stood in front of what some plebe would have called a desk. It was immense, and curved. Modern and functional. And no one was there. She rolled her eyes.

“Hullo?” she called quietly.

There was no reply. There was no bell, no ringer, nothing to alert anyone inside that she was there.

“Oh fuck” she whispered.

“Yup. That’s what I keep saying too. Sorry, we fired our clerk a few days ago and we’re trying to keep things running. So, are you here to work out?”

The man was built. Dark glossy hair that hung low across his forehead, long at the nape. He flashed her a curious look. In her jeans and top and jacket, she didn’t look like a typical gymrat.

She stared at him. Fuck but handsome men just dried her mouth spit right up.


“Uh, right, no, sorry. I…you…this…” She thrust her phone at him, at the ad displayed there.

“You want to work here? To man the desk? Oh my fucking god you’re hired.”

She blinked. “But…you don’t know my qualifications…my-“

“Are you breathing?”


“Can you read?”

She pointed at her phone, still in his hand.

He ran his free hand through that gorgeous mane of hair, and she stopped herself, barely, from sighing. “So, yes, again, obviously,” he said.

“Trust me, you’ll learn as you go. But in about an hour, members are going to start pouring through the door for evening workout. That’ll be until 7, which is when you quit for the day. You must be punctual about leaving time. Doesn’t matter who is here, the regulars will be in or not, and no one else will be.”

“Since it’s after the New Year, there was a dash of newbies at first, but that’s tapered off somewhat. Dane or I will walk you through a new sign up when that happens. We don’t do early in’s; all of our clients come at noon or later. So you’ll be here just before noon, and be done by 7. Saturdays are optional, as we don’t take any newbies on the weekends, but the hours are noon to 4 and you’ll be paid double time for any Saturday you want to work.”

She blinked. “For real? Like you don’t want a grace period or anything? What if you don’t like my work?”

“Then Dane or I will fire your ass.” He grinned. “Dane is my partner here, and I’m Daniel. We’ve built the Gym over the last five years and it’s doing great. We just have a hard time finding someone who wants to work a full time job.”

He paused, leaned over the desk, grabbing a pen and a posty note. He tore off the top page, and pressed it on her phone, handing it back to here. On it was a very generous salary figure. “If you like that number, then pull up a chair. You’ll only have a few hours tonight, but Dane will be out soon to say hey. And if it doesn’t work out, we’ll pay your weeks wages and say a very sad, depressed, kind of imploring “bye”…”

He grinned, and she did sigh.

“I have never been offered a job quite this fast, nor accepted one, but I will. I won’t be one of those girls in leotards, and low-scooped bra’s and working on those fancy machines. Exercise and I are only passing friends…I really enjoy walking.”

She grinned up at him, as he rolled his eyes.

“Well damn. And here I was picturing you in one of those thong type things…Well, at least you’ll answer the phone. And I hope you’re not going to be all prudish about swearing because there’s a LOT of it around here.

“I would swear too, if you made me use one of those freakish machines!” Taking a very deep breath, she thrust out her hand. “Hi. I’m Ellie, and I’m going to accept your job, Daniel.”