Sodom: Invitation only
Posted on | January 19, 2012 | 9 Comments | Previous Post Next Post
To actually have received an invitation to Sodom – to know for sure that it did exist, to become part of the mystery yourself – made you part of a rare group. But there was no secret handshake or ring to wear; no way of identifying ‘members’ on the outside. What happened in Sodom stayed in Sodom for a very special reason: there was no other place quite like it, and every person who received an invitation, and attended, knew it.
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Caroline had first heard the vague rumours of Sodom over a decade earlier. She’d been making her first tentative forays into kink, and when a munch discussion turned to whether or not such a place really existed, she had assumed it must be a myth. A club dedicated to the pleasures of the arse, open to all genders, sexualities and fetishes? Surely such a place would either be well-known, or not exist at all!
She’d certainly been proven wrong there. For Sodom did exist – but was rather discerning about who came through its doors. Or who knew where to find its doors in the first place.
A little over two years ago she’d met Linus at a friend’s dinner party. It was a non-kink affair full of non-kink people, and yet somehow the glint in his eye matched the spark in her own. They’d spent the evening making polite conversation across the table, followed by double-entre’d conversation on the sofa, flirtatious conversation on the veranda, ending with a long-held glance along with a swapping of phone numbers.
Less than three weeks later Caroline was calling him Sir, and he was calling her pet. She’d thought that she was a fairly well experienced kinkster, but Linus brought up her inner cravings, opened her to so many more desires and wants and needs she’d never known she had before.
Together with him she discovered not only her adoration of rope (as beautification as well as bondage), but also the intensity of electricity play, the pleasure/pain dichotomy, the delicious hazy daze of orgasm denial … and the glory of anal play.
How had she never explored her own arse before? Thirty years of living with one, and never had she slipped a finger in when cleaning herself. Never had she thought about lubing up a finger, or playing with a vibrator, or feeling the sensations when she clenched and relaxed. And how much had she been missing out? Her Sir had shown her all the joys, and given her the delights of exploring for herself as well. For herself and for him, she discovered how it felt when she teased herself with fingertips. She wore small crystal plugs around the house. She was able to pull out, slowly, the beads up her arse, when he gave her permission to orgasm.
And then, finally, eventually, her owner used his own fingers on her. Gentle fingers. Probing fingers. Teasing fingers. Fingers putting plugs and vibrators up her arse and leaving them there while he plundered her cunt. Other times, putting dildos up her cunt and then teasing her arse with fingers. Eventually, on an evening when he’d firmly tied her to the headboard, he put fingers from one hand in her cunt and had them meet fingers from the other in her arse. How that made her squirm!
Two weeks ago, after three months of Caroline begging every single day for it, he had finally fucked her arse. He laughed as he did so, saying he would have taken her anal cherry earlier, but she begged so prettily he hadn’t wanted her to stop. Linus laughed as his cock slid so very easily into her arse, as she whimpered and squirmed and pressed onto him in pleasure, her back bowed and her breasts mashed into the bed. He laughed as she laughed, as she loved it as much as she did, as she tensed and clenched around him.
The next day he gave her an heavy vellum envelope. ‘Caroline’ was embossed on the outside. And inside it, to her disbelief, was an invitation to place she hadn’t thought existed.
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January 19th, 2012 @ 11:04 pm
Very nice, very well done. Always love the club idea.
January 20th, 2012 @ 9:44 pm
So beautifully written!
xo
January 21st, 2012 @ 10:24 am
Beautifully written again, as always, but sadly I will have to leave this wonderful story behind here.
I’ve tried so hard to be open to all varieties of kink, and to be supportive of all, but male dominant/female submissive – I just can’t get past that as a squick, can’t get that to arouse me as it should. So I’d just like to say, your writing is amazing, but I just can’t read it anymore. But I will forever admire you for your brave writing.
Much love,
Carol Anne.
January 21st, 2012 @ 10:47 am
This is again, beautifully written, but sadly I will have to leave the story behind at this point.
I do appreciate your lovely writing. But I will never be able to accept the concept of men owning women. So, thank you for a lovely journey so far and I will hope for your success from now onwards, but I will have to say, farewell from now onwards as I do not fit into the official pattern now.
January 21st, 2012 @ 12:21 pm
Sorry if I posted twice – didn’t mean to – but I do hope you keep writing! <3 You have awesome erotic writing skills!
January 22nd, 2012 @ 10:50 am
Mr X and Kiwiana, and I really glad you are enjoying! I hope you keep reading
Carol Anne, I appreciate you taking the time to let me know that you can’t continue to read this story. For me it’s less about the genders of the people involved (as it is in life) as it is about the people themselves. Being pansexual I find it’s the brain more than the genitalia that attracts me. Sodom the story and the club has a wide range of genders, sexualities and relationships – as we are still finding out – and while Caroline attending for the first time is an overarching story (and the owner of the club, whom we’ll come back to, is another), there’ll be plenty of all relationship styles along the way…
xx Dee
January 22nd, 2012 @ 12:32 pm
Dear Dee, thank you so much for answering me – and as you are such a wonderfully talented writer I will try to keep reading the story. I know that you’re pansexual and I wish I was too, and wish that the things that are bulletproof kinks for others were mine too. I love the idea of anal pleasure – it’s something that fascinates me intensely, and I will try and enjoy the diverse of the aspects of the story as they unfold, even though my own kinks are sadly restricted. I’m at the moment trying to write the story of a woman with tentacles, although nobody will probably ever like it I hope you will allow me to email a copy when it is done. I hope I will one day end up being pansexual and I am hoping there is still hope for me to get there!
<3,
Carol Anne.
January 23rd, 2012 @ 9:59 am
A tentacle story? Hell yes I want to read that when it’s done! *loves the tentacular stories*
Also, Carol, I am really glad you’re going to try and keep reading. Even though I know some chapters won’t be to your taste, I think it can be good to challenge yourself some times. I read some (really well-written blogs) about topics that aren’t my thing at all, simply because I want to learn more about them. And that challenges me, from time to time…
xx Dee
January 24th, 2012 @ 12:59 am
Thank you, Dee, I’ll email you a copy of the story when it’s done! *blushes*
And I’ll definitely try to keep up with the Sodom story. It is wonderfully written. The whole thing in anybody’s erotic stories, not just this one, about men owning women is difficult for me to read, given the fact that there are so few examples of women owning men out there, in life or fiction – and it’s hard for me to know who to identify with in these scenarios – I can’t be the man and I don’t want to be the woman (I once read an online review of the movie Secretary that smugly claimed that the story could never be told with the genders reversed as it could never be “realistic” and that riled me up so much – I know a way it could be done and that’s a challenge I’ll gladly take up some day, but I digress) – but I’d gladly read your take on various types of relationships because variety intrigues me a lot. Maybe my lady with the tentacles in my story might play with some men too – only if they’re very sweet and submissive and don’t expect her to act conventional in bed… we’ll see.
But I do look forward to seeing what else you come up with in the Sodom story. It’s a fascinating arc (is wondering what your characters might think of someone who had tentacles???)
<3
Carol Anne.