Bdsm Erotic Flash Fiction

Darrick yanked at the ropes binding his naked body but, stretched up on his toes, he had no leverage. The only thing he achieved for his effort was rope burns on his wrists. Muscles exhausted he slumped, letting himself hang from the ropes. Someone nearby laughed, a deep, sensuous sound that lingered in his ears. Darrick craned his neck trying to see the source of the laugh, but she must be somewhere behind him. Soft, unnaturally cool, hands caressed his naked back and buttocks and he tensed.

“Such a pretty thing.” It was a female voice that accompanied the caresses. Her fingers made his skin tingle. “You will be just perfect.”

“Perfect for what.” He croaked, his mouth dry. How long had he been a prisoner now?

“Why, for whatever I want, pretty pretty.” She walked slowly round in front of him and the sight of her made him tremble. A dark elf from the pale blue shade of her skin, she towered over him slender and ethereal. Long white hair flowed over her shoulders and the satin gown she wore concealed nothing of her form underneath it. Darrick knew he was staring but somehow could not look away, his body reacting to her presence…

The chain clinked as it tugged at the metal rings through Kathy’s freshly pierced nipples. She winced and crawled forward, head moving from side to side, unable to see anything through the leather hood over her head.

Her heart thumped against her ribcage. She didn’t know where she was. Cold floor under her hands and knees. The sound of people, how many, moving around.

Whoever was holding the leash tugged harder, and Kathy gasped, crawling more hurriedly. She felt a slight breeze on her bare skin now, air conditioning or a fan, perhaps. Her nipples puckered and hardened. She clenched slightly on the tail plug in her ass, it was just the cold air, that’s all it was. The sticky juice that dribbled from her pierced and ringed cunt, glazing her thighs, belied her claim.

“Sit up.” Amy’s voice, unmistakable, bubbling with satisfaction and amusement…