Ok, “Society Snatch” is the story I’m playing around with. Everything is coming out in “stream of consciousness” from me…I’ll do final edits later, but this is where I’m at at the moment. I didn’t save the address of the site I’ll be selling this to (oops), but I did favorite their policies page…there’s an e-mail address you can write to on there if you’re interested in getting in on the fun.
http://www.strictsusan.com/strictpublishing/authors.htm
Now…here’s where the story is at this point: Ashley Moore has been kidnapped. Her kidnapper made a steamy ransom video for her parents, but during the making of it, her kidnapper found out something strange…his “victim” was loving the situation, and the bondage!! Cut to a little while later, as they begin to figure things out…
I sat staring at Ashley, lounging on the bed. About a miles worth of rope surrounded her as she lay on her stomach, fingering it. A wet bandanna was next to her as well…it was so wet with saliva, it was now practically sopping. She had her legs bent, letting her feet rise and fall off the bed, showing her disillusion and boredom. She was even frowning. “I’m done with the aches,” she said. “You can tie me up now. With a crotch rope. TIGHT.” At that note, she winked at me. “Never had one of those before…that was AWESOME!!” I rolled my eyes and laughed. “In a bit; I need to iron out a few things.” “Like?” “Like what am I gonna do with you. You’ve seen my face.” “Like I’m gonna nark on you.” “I have to let you go, eventually.” “I’m not going anywhere. I like you.” She smiled broadly at that statement. “Oh, brother.” I laughed. Who kidnapped WHO here?! “Ashley…” “I thought you were gonna call me ‘Ash’, as in ‘pile of ashes’. Good touch, by the way…you scared the fucking crap out of me with that one.” “ASHLEY…this IS a kidnapping here, remember. You’re my HOSTAGE.” “Right, I know. Do you have any soda?” “In the fridge.” “Thanks.” She got up from the bed, walked to the kitchen, got herself a soda, returned to the bed and plopped herself back down, opening the can and taking a sip. “Dammit.” “Hey, man…I’m the one who told YOU to tie ME up, remember? I get it…you’re the big bad kidnapper, who knows his way around rope, by the way…” “Thanks.” “Don’t mention it. And you’re holding me for ransom…I get it. What’re you asking for me, by the way?” “Ten million.” She looked like I’d just slapped her across the face. Insulted, even. “My fucking SMILE is insured for more than that! GOD!!” I chuckled. “Alright then, miss smarty-hostage, how much SHOULD I ask for?” She got close enough for to me to feel her breath on my face and said, “You could ask for a hundred million and Daddy could still write you a check.” She kissed me on the tip of my nose and sat back down on the bed with her legs crossed.I like the dialouge between them here…cute, but not too cutesy. I also wanted to establish that they were beginning to get along, maybe become friends even…I think I did that. If you’re wondering where the bondage is…well, that’ll be put up if this gets well recieved…let me know what you think. 😉
Tolstoy
wow if only if only…
For those who don’t know the fina(l?) draft of “Society Snatch” is on TucsonTiedBlog.com/ see https://tucsontiedblog.com/?page_id=3620 or just click on Bondage Prose Society Snatch in the top menu
I am liking this Tony, More Please 🙂