How Dark the Desire

The King and the Enchantress - Part 1 (this is a work in progress)

Once upon a time there was a handsome king...

He lived in a castle high upon a hill surrounded by the most beautiful countryside in all the world which extended as far as the eye could see and into the surrounding valleys below...

The king had a happy life... He had a loving family, more friends than he could count, and when he walked the village streets on his daily stroll, everyone he met greeted him with a smile...

He was a good king and everyone loved him for it...

The king was a very happy man but deep inside of him, there existed an intense hunger for something dark and beautiful... Something he dared never speak of...

One day, on one of his daily strolls, he caught a glimpse of a woman with long flowing black hair, streaked with a vibrant shade of purple, just as she was disappearing into the shadows of a nearby alley... Instantly, the king felt something inside of him reaching out for this mysterious woman... And because he was a king (and so not allowed to venture down dangerous dark alleys), he sent one of his pageboys to go and find the woman and bring her to him...

The disappointment the king felt when his pageboy returned without the woman quickly turned to an even deeper fascination with her, as his pageboy presented him with an envelope with his name written on it in beautiful black cursive... Tucking the envelope inside of his robes, the king continued on with his daily stroll, vowing to find some privacy back at the castle in which to savour this new and mysterious adventure...

Back at the castle later that day, no matter how hard the king tried, he was unable to find the privacy he so desperately sought... And all the while, the envelope almost seemed to burn his skin, inside of his robes... Whatever could be inside the envelope? What could this mysterious woman have to say to him? And why had she not followed his instructions to present herself? He was the king... And although no tyrant, his people still knew not to disobey a direct order... Yet this woman had been different... So different... And it was also because of this that the king simply couldnt get her out of his mind...

It seemed to take forever, but eventually, the king found the privacy he so desperately sought...

With trembling hands, he carefully opened the envelope...

Return to the alley at midnight... Come alone...
Find the door with the crescent moon and a single black candle burning in the window...
Enter...
Remove your clothing...
Await me on your knees with your eyes lowered...
Do not speak...

The kings breath caught in his throat... Who was this woman? And how dare she defy an order and give him instructions?! Yet here he was, already unconsciously calculating how to escape the castle unseen... How long it would take to reach the alley, to find the door, the candle... To remove his clothes... He just had to meet this woman... She could be dangerous... But somehow it didnt seem to matter... And no matter what he did, he just couldnt get her out of his head... What was wrong with him? And how on Earth had she known his secret?

...To be continued...

The Story of the Lil Broken Jade Doll

Once upon a time...

On a shelf that sat far above the ground, there sat a beautiful lil jade doll... She was made of china which had hairline cracks in places... But that never mattered to her Owner... He loved her anyway... And possibly even a little more because of her imperfections...

Every day He would take His beautiful lil jade doll down off of the shelf and tell her how much He loved her... He would tell her how precious she was to Him... And He would gently caress her and stroke her hair... She knew He loved her... And she knew that to Him she was priceless...

After He had owned her for a time, He began to play with her more often... He would take her everywhere with Him and show her off to anyone who would look at her... Not just because He believed she was beautiful and He was proud to Own her... But because Heloved her and couldnt help but share His joy with the rest of the world... And that pride and love was returned a thousand-fold by the lil jade doll...

She knew that her Owner wasnt perfect... But she loved Him anyway... And she embraced her life with Him and accepted Hisimperfections too...

Then one day the Owner put the lil jade doll back up on the shelf... He wasnt going to be gone forever; just for the day... Only this time He placed her far too close to the edge of the shelf... The lil jade doll knew that if she fell even once that she would shatter into a million pieces... She knew that her Owner loved her deeply but that while He continually, and lovingly mended the little cracks as they appeared, if she allowed herself to fall, there would be no way that He could or would even attempt to fix her...

All day she sat up on that shelf praying her Owner would hurry home and position her safely... Or better still take her in His arms and cherish her the way He always had before... She prayed that nothing would brush past her and knock her off of the shelf... And sheprayed that her Owner would remember who she was, that she was there, and just how much she meant to Him... She also prayed for His safe return...

Hours went by and the lil jade doll hung on for all she was worth... Breezes swept through the room... Some light... Some quite strong... But still the lil jade doll hung on... And waited...

It felt like forever and the lil jade doll fought so hard and grew so weary that at times she couldnt even remember why she was fighting and hanging on anymore... How much easier would it be to just let go? To give in to the urge to lose consciousness and fall? But the lil jade doll was determined...

And so she waited...

No matter how determined the lil jade doll was to hang on until her Owner got home, she found herself powerless to stop further cracks from appearing...

Tiny little shards of china fell from her hands and face as she waited, until eventually she was completely blind... And her grip on that shelf so frail she knew she could fall at any second... Despite the blindness and the fear that had set in, the lil jade doll hung on...

And she kept waiting...

At some time in the early hours of the morning, long after the lil jade doll had all but given up hope and fallen into a fitful, nightmare-filled state of half-sleep, her Owner woke her as He gently took her down off of the shelf... He cradled her in the crook of His arm, while He picked up the tiny china shards with His free hand... The lil jade doll still couldnt see... And inside she was still drowning in fear... But she chose to put all of that aside as best as she could... And she chose instead to draw lifegiving comfort from her Owners touch...

On and off, all night long, the lil jade doll wept and slept in her Owners arms... But she never stopped struggling to quell the fear inside or to restore her sight all on her own...

Daylight came and when it did the lil jade doll awoke to find her Owner beginning to mend some of the cracks that had appeared the previous day... And He had also begun replacing some of the the tiny little broken shards of china...

He didnt have time to finish repairing her before He had to leave for the day again... But this time He left the lil jade doll in a much safer position... Not high up on her display shelf this time, but carefully wrapped in a blanket made of His love... He closed all of the windows and all of the doors so that no breezes would frighten her or threaten her safety...

Then He laid her down in His Own bed...

She knew He would return later that day... She knew that He loved her... And she knew that He would finish mending her when He could...

And it was with the knowledge of that in her heart that the lil jade doll was finally able to drift safely off to sleep...

The Story of the Lil Broken Jade Doll... the end?

One day the lil broken jade dolls Owner came home...

He took her down off of her display shelf... Looked deep into her eyes... Said to her: 'I love you so much and I will never stop loving you... I will always love you... And ONLY you'... 'Nooo!' cried the lil jade doll... 'Please! Please dont do this!' she begged... 'Please, Master... Please... Fight it... Fight for us... Please dont do this!'... But He had made up His mind...

He turned His face away from her... Then He raised her high up into the air and threw her with great force onto the floor below, where she shattered into a million pieces... Then He sat there among the pieces of broken china and cried... Every now and then He would pick a piece up and hold it gently in His hands, running His fingers lovingly over its surface, the way He used to before the darkness had come... He ran His fingers over the sharpest, most painful edges too, drawing blood from His own fingertips...

The lil jade doll couldnt understand why her Owner had destroyed her... Or why, having destroyed her, He refused to dispose of her... Why He seemed to be sitting there undecided... None of it made sense... She knew He had no intention of fixing her there and then... But did He ever intend to fix her? And if not, then why was He sitting there touching her the way He used to when she was His beloved; His Everything... And why was He touching the most painful and fragile parts of her and cutting Himself on the sharpest edges of that pain?

The lil broken jade doll began to cry... She cried tears of blood... And as she cried, her Owner just sat and watched... Sometimes He cried with her... Sometimes He was little more than an empty shell... Over and over and over again, she tried to reach out to Him... She could feel Him... She couldnt touch Him... But she could feel Him... Deep inside He still existed... He still loved her... But He had smashed her... And there was nothing more the lil jade doll could do... For unless He fixed her...

Unless He undid what He had done... She would forever remain, a million tiny little shards of broken china, scattered all over the floor, crying tears of blood until, one day, the life finally ebbed from her body...

Tears of a Mistress

Blindfolded and naked, on his knees, the slave awaited the arrival of his Mistress in the open doorway...

He had no idea of what to expect this time... He knew she genuinely liked him... And he knew he had nothing to fear from her as long as he did as he was told... She wasnt one of those unpredictably harsh mistresses he had seen on tv who had no compassion for their slaves and who sought only to sate themselves at whatever cost... Last time she had touched him so gently he had almost cried... Never before had he been touched so gently and lovingly by a woman, let alone a Mistress...

He remained silent and still in the doorway, listening for the sound of her stilettos on the cement walkway that lead to his front door... He willed his heartbeat to slow and his breathing to deepen in an effort to clear his mind and relax all of his muscles...

The anticipation was delicious... It was almost more than he could bear... Nevertheless he waited...

And then he heard it...

Her footsteps on his walkway... She was here... Oh God! How would she touch him first? Where would she touch him first? He could feel every inch of his skin come alive as each and every nerve and skin-cell screamed out to her...

She approached the doorway and stopped just short of where he knelt waiting...

For a moment, it seemed to him as though the whole world stopped and stood completely still... And for a moment he guessed it had... For she was his whole world...

He heard her take a long deep breath inward... Instictively, he held his own breath and pricked up his ears, listening for even the slightest movement or gesture that might indicate her mood or her wishes... As she slowly exhaled he realised she was simply taking in the sight of him... Naked... Kneeling... Blindfolded... Waiting... She was honouring him... Her attention was completely his...

A shiver of delight and anticipation ran through him... But he sensed she understood his involuntary movement and that it pleased her...

Soundlessly, she reached out and gently touched the side of his face... Then her hand was on his head where she stroked his hair and ran her fingernails lightly over his scalp... Silently, he let out a long deep sigh of relief... She touched him... God, it felt so good...

Then without warning, she leaned in so close he could feel satiny, soft tendrils of her hair brush against his cheek as she breathed her message into his eagerly awaiting ear... 'You are a very, very good boy... And you do please me'... Such simple words... And yet the reactions they triggered inside him were monumental... It felt like she was touching him every place her words touched as they echoed right down to the very deepest recesses of his soul...

He was in heaven...

She stepped past him and placed what he knew, (from having heard it in previous sessions) was her kit, on the floor in his bedroom... He waited silently and obediently... She then returned to his side and held out her hand... She didnt touch him to let him know to take her hand, she simply offered hers... And she knew he sensed it... He slowly reached out and took her hand... She guided him to his feet and lead him to his bedroom where he already had a heater on to take the winter chill out of the air...

She touched his skin and felt it was still warm... It pleased her...

'Lay down on the bed on your back... Then spread your arms and legs out for me'... He didnt hesitate... He obeyed her orders immediately...

He couldnt have known, but she smiled softly, enjoying the trust she knew he had in her and his gift to her of his unquestioning submission...

He heard the locks on her kit click open and then a soft shhhh-ing sound as she removed what he could only guess must be her long purple satin bondage ties... She moved gracefully and effortlessly as she went about tying his hands and feet down to the four corners of his bed...

He revelled in her touch as he waited to see what would happen next...

And that is when he realised this would be no ordinary session... There were no further noises indicating she was taking anything from her kit... And she was no longer moving about the room... It felt like she was staring at him... Only he sensed it had nothing to do with building the anticipation for him... She seemed to be undecided about something... But there was something else too... Something he couldnt quite put his finger on...

Then he heard something he had never heard before...

He heard some soft rustling, a tiny click and then a soft thud as something fell to the floor... What could it be? He was sure he hadnt heard her take anything from her kit... And he knew she hadnt picked anything else up because there was nothing else to pick up in his bedroom... He had made sure of that... His room was immaculate and the bed made, just the way she liked it... The only thing that tiny click could possibly have been was her bra... He had thought the sound was familiar, although not familiar in the context of his sessions with her... But that was definitely what it was...

What on Earth was she doing removing her bra? What they had wasnt sexual... At least not in that way... True, she had touched him intimately before, but it had been made clear to him that their sessions werent about him ever touching her... He couldnt help the rush of excitement that shot through his body at the thought of himself making love to her... Was that what she had in mind? Or was she just toying with him? He could never tell with her... She was never malicious... But she was intellegent... And she knew how to push his buttons... It was impossible to know for sure...

So he did the only thing he could do... He waited...

As he waited he heard more of her clothing fall to the floor... And then finally, her stilletos... Whatever she was doing, she wasntteasing him... She was serious...

He willed himself not to get an errection...

He knew how she felt about overt sexual advances from men... She had been hurt sexually so many times before and he wasdetermined that if this thing was going to happen... If they were going to make love... It was going to be because she wanted it... Not because she sensed he wanted it... Or because she felt she owed it to him... It had to be her choice... He loved her in a way that only a slave could... But if she was going to give herself to him, it had to be her choice and on her terms...

Instead of doing what he had thought was the only thing she could possibly have had in mind, she shocked him by crawling up onto the bed beside him and laying her head on his chest, one arm wrapped around him and one leg laying across his thighs and groin...

It was the most exciting, intense, non-sexual experience he had ever had...

At first he hadnt known what she expected him to do... Did she want him to touch her? Did she want him to speak? What was he supposed to do? A battle raged within him for about a nano-second... There was a part of him that desperately wanted to touch her and to make love to her the way he had fantasised so many times before... But he didnt strain against his bonds so that he could touch her... Somehow he just knew that by laying completely still he was doing exactly what he was supposed to do...

The short-lived internal battle over, he relaxed... And as he relaxed, she did too...

Then she shocked him again!

He felt a warm wetness on his chest... It fell drop by drop... Soundlessly... And he realised, with what could only be described as his heart breaking, that she was crying...

For a while he said nothing...

He sensed she just needed his silence and his unquestioning acceptance of what was... Then, when the time seemed right, he spoke: 'Permission to speak Mistress?'... 'Granted' she replied... 'Mistress, would you consider untying me please?'... Without answering, she reached up and released one of his hands, which allowed him to release his other hand on his own... Then he enveloped her in his embrace where they lay in silence while she sobbed gently...

An hour or so later, her sobbing having subsided and given way to deep rhythmic breathing, he was sure that she had drifted off to sleep as he stroked her hair... He was so grateful that she had chosen him to confide in in this way... He was overawed that she had demonstrated so much trust in him...

And it was then that he realised that it wasnt just him that trusted her, she trusted him completely too...

Teaching the Teacher a Lesson

Jade liked to take long leisurely walks on the beach, always wearing a tiny black bikini underneath a filmy, deep purple sarong...

The past few days had left her with the sneaking suspicion she was being watched... And Mr Masters, the headmaster at school, had been looking at her funny, and he had been asking all manner of obscure personal questions too...

Suspecting it was him who had been watching her, she had a very wicked idea... She was going to teach him a lesson he would never forget...

Pretending she thought she was completely alone on the beach during one of her walks one day, she began to teach him his lesson...

Slowly and deliberately, she untied her sarong and let it fall gently onto the hot sand at her feet... Then she raised her arms above her head and arched her back, making sure her unseen voyeur had long enough to take in each and every inch of her perfect almost 18 year old body... She could have sworn she heard a small muffled gasp come from the sand-dunes behind her... And then silence...

She smiled secretly to herself and then continued...

After she had given him enough time to regain his composure and refocus his attention, she flattened out her sarong on the sand... Next she stood side-on to where she was sure he was hiding and slowly untied the tie on the back of her bikini top... Then she undid the tie from around her neck and allowed the top to fall to the ground... She again lifted her arms and arched her back, stretching and enjoying the feeling of the sun on her naked breasts...

A slight breeze caressed her skin causing her nipples to stand errect...

Once more there were muffled, quiet noises coming from deep in the dunes...

Running her hands down over her breasts and stomach, down to the ties on her bikini bottoms... She delicately took both of them; one in each hand, and gently tugged the bows undone...

Her panties fell to the ground... Still more muffled noises and what she could have sworn was a groan came from the sand-dunes...

Stiffling a wicked giggle, she jogged into the surf, slowly and deliberately, making sure his mind had more than enough time to fill itselffull of all kinds of lascivious fantasies with her as the star... Fantasies he would only ever be able to dream about having fulfilled...

She played and frolicked in the waves for a while, always making sure his view would not be obscured... Then, when she began to grow bored, she sauntered back onto the beach where she lay, naked in the sun on her sarong... She pretended to begin to doze...

Idly, she ran her fingers first through her long, golden blonde hair... Then over her face and throat, sighing as each touch began to gently awaken a hunger for something a little more delicious... As her fingernails trailed teasingly over her collarbone and down toward her breasts, her pelvis twitched involuntarily upward, her body begging for more attention...

Barely touching her almost painfully errect nipples, a small moan escaped her slightly parted lips...

Further and further downward, her fingers travelled, making circles over her ribs, her stomach, the tops of her thighs... Tiny shivers of delight raising goose-bumps everywhere...

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, her fingers found that tiny magical place, deep between her thighs, where the most intense pleasure of all came from...

She touched gently at first, tracing tiny circles over the skin and just inside the opening...

Blood coursed all over body, engorging her lips, her breasts, her vagina... It flushed her skin a hot, rosy pink... It intensified pleasure everywhere, causing her touch to become more delierate; more focussed...

She could feel the tension growing in her thigh muscles as her finger drew ever decreasing circles over and around her clitoris... It felt so good... And knowing he was watching her only served to heighten both the eroticism and the intensity...

Very soon she found herself unable to hold off any longer...

Her breathing quickened and became shallow... Her movements erratic... 'Aaaaaaaaaaah!'... She was cumming... And hard...

'Aaaaaaaaargh!' came a deep throaty voice from the dunes, as he came too...

As they came... Together...

Exhausted, she collapsed... Spent and relaxed... And unbelievably smug...

A short while later as she was walking home along the cement footpath beside the beach, she came upon her headmaster, Mr Masters... 'Hello Sir' she said, dipping her eyes coyly, almost managing to sound innocent... 'Are you enjoying your walk Sir?'... She looked him in the eye, and then smiling wickedly, she shot a cheeky glance in the direction of his crotch... 'What on Earth was that look all about' he wondered to himself... And then aloud, 'Yes Miss Peters' he said sternly, his face flushing crimson as he wondered if she could possibly know he had been watching her, praying she hadnt, and yet oddly titillated by the thought that she might have...

Before he had the chance to gather his thoughts and continue the conversation, she had turned and was now sauntering down the path headed home no doubt where she would most likely go straight to her bedroom, undress... His thoughts trailed off as his head filled with a myriad of erotic images of her and he felt himself growing hard again... And then something cold...

He looked down...

'Shit!'... she heard him exclaim...

She giggled to herself as she continued walking...

He must have found the cum stain on his shorts she figured...