Friday, March 26, 2010

Published at last. a book to hold in my hand.


What follows is an excerpt from my first published book, "Northwest Hunters: Joining the Circle". It is the first in a trilogy about Junie, a shy middle aged woman who searches for a Master; and Bob and Donna, the couple that find her and rescue her from an online predator.
If you are interested in reading more contact me. 

Enjoy, xantu

We are all hunting for something. Junie was hunting for a Master and a place in the world where she could feel truly needed. Bob and Donna were hunting for a submissive, a pet, a slave to share their idyllic world, someone to own, train, and love. Sam Card hunted women to feed his dark hunger for blood and the thrill of the kill. David Durant hunted Sam Card, determined to stop him before he killed again. Monica just hunted for love. Can they find what they search for before it is too late?
Dinner was a huge success. Donna raved about the mushrooms and venison. “I have trouble keeping the venison moist like this. You are a better cook than I am.”
“Thank you, Ma'am. I love cooking. I read cookbooks a lot and I love to eat. I am just happy to have people to cook for.”
“Well I am guessing you will be doing a lot of the cooking around here.”
“That would make me a very happy girl, Ma'am.”
“I plan on keeping you a very happy girl.”
Junie swallowed and nodded. Her eyes suddenly grew big and solemn. “Would you like dessert now...” She paused and stumbled over the words, “...Sir and Ma'am?” She giggled a nervous sound. “It is hard to talk to you both and say both words. I guess I will get used to it.”
“It all will take some getting used to. I do want you to continue to use Sir and Ma'am when you speak to us. It is a good habit.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
“I think we will take a walk. We will eat dessert later.”
Junie picked up the plates and began put them in the dishwasher. Donna stood impatiently at the door. “Leave that. It will be dark soon.”
Junie hesitated, frowning at the kitchen for a second. She sighed and turned to follow Donna and Bob. It was hard to walk away and leave the kitchen a mess. “I should really stay and clean this up, Ma'am.”
Donna's voice was instantly cool and crisp. “Junie, I said leave that.” She turned and headed out the door.
Junie flinched and spoke up, “Yes, Ma'am. Sorry, Ma'am.” She trotted to catch up with Donna and Bob as they headed toward the driveway. They took long brisk strides and Junie had to hurry to keep up.
As they got onto the driveway, Junie became painfully aware she was bare footed. The gravel of the driveway stabbed into the soft bottoms of her feet. She was not used to going without shoes, she limped as quickly as she could, regretting her distraction and hurry to obey, that had her forget her sandals. She did not say anything and tried to keep the expressions of pain from her face. She could sense Donna's impatience.
Both Bob and Donna walked quickly, hand in hand, their long legs swinging briskly as they walked down the long driveway. Junie had to almost trot to keep up with them, forcing herself to ignore the pain in her feet.
It was a warm late spring evening; the first stars were just starting to show in the fading sky. Deep between the tall firs and cedars it was already pitch black. After what seemed an infinity of walking on knives, Bob and Donna stopped and waited for Junie to catch up. Donna spoke, her voice still held that crisp cool tone, “Junie, when I tell you to stop doing something, trust it is because I have a good reason. Do not try to dissuade me.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
“Your hesitation, your reluctance to obey immediately resulted in your forgetting to wear shoes. It appears you have suffered a pretty natural consequence.”
Junie's lips turned down and she agreed sadly. “Yes, Ma'am.”
“There is a trail into the woods here. Bob and I know it by heart but it will be too dark for you to see. We will help you but you must relax and let us guide you.”
Junie peered into the darkness, “Yes, Ma'am.”
“This will help you.” Donna reached into her pocket and pulled out a blindfold and covered Junie's eyes. “You won't be trying to see with your eyes. I don't need to tell you to leave it there.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
Junie gulped and nodded, suddenly enveloped in total blackness, she realized how much she had been able to see in the starlight. She felt Bob take her hand and Donna's hands on her shoulders. Bob spoke for the first time. “Just follow me. It’s not too far. If there is anything to step over I will tell you. Trust us. We won't let you fall.”
Junie felt herself led off the gravel and onto the cool smooth pine needles and leaves of the forest. Her sore feet could sense the textures of moss and small branches, her ears could almost hear the echo of her heartbeat reflecting from the tall trees. On two occasions Bob helped her step over logs, his soft murmurs loud in the silent forest.
It had not seemed like a long distance, maybe a hundred yards when Bob brought her to a stop. “Just stand there, Junie. I am going to take your dress off.” She felt his hands pull the dress over her head and then he unclasped her bra and removed it. Last he eased her panties down and helped her balance as she lifted her feet out of them.
“Good girl.” He took her hands again. “Carefully step backwards until you feel something against the back of your legs.” He eased her back until she felt a firm cool ledge pressing against the back of her thighs. “That’s right. I want you to lay back. Donna and I will help you slide back and lay down.” She could feel their hands easing her up and onto a wide flat surface. It felt cool and damp against her skin. “Don't move, and for now I want you to not speak.”
Junie heard the soft scraping strike of a match and smelled the scent of burning wax. Listening carefully she could hear the sounds of Bob and Donna moving around her.
Donna placed Junie's hands crossed across her chest and spread her legs a few inches apart. She smoothed her hair out, her hand lingering gently, almost lovingly on Junie's face. “I am glad you bathed, it is good to come here bare of the artifice of makeup. I am going to remove the blindfold but I want you to stay still.”
Junie felt the blindfold slip from her eyes and she blinked, the half dozen thick white candles surrounding her seeming almost blindingly bright. She could see Bob standing at her feet and could sense Donna at her head.
Bob began to speak, his voice soft and normal, “I want to introduce a friend to you. She is Junie. She has promised herself to us. If she proves worthy she will become one of our circle.” Junie tried to look around to see who he was talking to, but as far as she could tell it was only Bob and Donna there with her. “We beseech you to lend your strength and patience to her spirit, calm her heart, teach her acceptance, and give to her your pride of self and eternal wisdom.” He placed his hands on the surface of the wood she was on. “Thank you for your gifts and your love. We exist to serve and protect.”
Bob smiled down at Junie's big eyes, “That’s all. I just wanted to introduce you to my friends, the trees.” He held out his hand. “Sit up, Sweet Junie. Let’s get you dressed and go home now.”
Donna stroked her face. “You did well, daughter. Bob loves his rituals.”
Junie sat up, she looked down and realized she was on a carefully smoothed off top of a huge tree stump. It was easily six feet across. Bob was picking up the candles and blowing them out one at a time. He left one burning and helped Junie down from the altar formed from the base a huge tree. Once she was on the ground, Junie turned and placed her hands on the remains of a huge tree. She looked up at Bob with awe.
“This one's spirit moved on long ago, Sweet Junie. It is a lesson that our bodies are mortal but our spirits are eternal.” He took her hand and, picking up the last candle, he led her to a small cedar sapling. “Perhaps he lives on here or perhaps here.” Bob touched Junie's forehead, a gesture of love and reverence.
Bob kept the last candle burning as they walked through the woods. They made their way back to the road and when they were once more back on the cruel rocks, he blew the candle out. “Wait a few seconds. Your eyes will adjust and you will be able to see the road.” Soon the road began to show, a river of silver gray between the deeper darkness of the trees. Bob and Donna set off. Junie clenched her jaw and trotted off after them, turning her mind away from the cruel stones as they stabbed and cut at her feet.
Junie sighed in relief when they reached the house and she could step onto the cool grass. Her feet really hurt from walking on the sharp gravel of the driveway. She thought to herself that she hoped that she would never have to do that again. She grimaced. She knew herself well enough to know it would never be easy to walk away from an unfinished task. Already her fingers were itching to finish up cleaning in the kitchen.
She obediently followed Bob and Donna up to the house. As they walked into the house she could not help but take a step toward the kitchen. She stopped herself, a quiet thought bringing her to a halt. Bob had mentioned calm, patience, and acceptance. All qualities she knew she needed. “Ma'am, what is your desire for me now?”
“What would you like to do, Junie?”
“I would like to finish cleaning in the kitchen, Ma'am.”
“And if I told you ‘no’?”
Junie's eyes flashed to Donna's face, a pang of discomfort and alarm making her lips tremble. “I would obey.” Her voice shook.
Donna raised a brow, her eyes measuring Junie's anxiety. “I am learning about you, Sweet Junie. I am learning what makes you tick. Do not panic. I will let you finish your cleaning, but first I want you to sit and let me look at your feet. Are you injured?”
Junie sat and pulled up one of her feet to look at the bottom. They were dirty and stained with green grass stains. “I don't know. They do hurt, Ma'am.”
“Go and wash them with soap and water. Scrub them good. Then come back and show me.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
Bob headed back out. “You girls have fun. I am going to let the dogs in and then I am going online to check on some stocks and email.”
The hot water and soap felt soothing but she found two small cuts that stung as she scrubbed. She came back into the front room and sat on a chair and held her feet up for inspection. “There are a couple of little cuts, Ma'am. They are not bleeding.”
“Show me. Sit on the floor and put your feet in my lap.” Donna had a small first aid kit on the table. Sitting at her feet, Junie lifted her feet into Donna's lap. “Good girl. This will sting.” Donna opened a small envelope and took out a disposable alcohol swab. She rubbed the cuts, cleaning them thoroughly. The cuts stung, but worse was the ticklish feeling of having Donna's hands on her feet. Junie pressed her lips together, forcing herself to breathe slowly through her nose. Her legs trembled but she managed to hold her feet still. Donna looked at her puzzled. “It can't hurt that bad.”
Junie gritted her teeth, and gasped out. “Not hurt, Ma’am, tickles.”
Donna arched an eyebrow. “Ticklish?” She ran a nail up the center of one of Junie's feet. It was more than Junie could bear, her whole body convulsed and she jerked her foot away. She instantly put it back.
“I am sorry, Ma'am. I don't know if I can keep still if you tickle me.”
“And if I told you to?”
“I will do my best to obey, Ma'am.” Junie's eyes looked panicked.
Donna laughed, “I am so going to love tormenting you, Sweet Junie.”
Junie swallowed, “Yes, Ma'am.”
Donna quickly put band aids over the little cuts. “Go finish up in the kitchen. Dish up two small servings of the crunch. Bob isn't much of a one for desserts.”
“Yes, Ma'am.”
As Junie finished cleaning up in the kitchen, Donna brewed a small pot of coffee. “Take a cup to Bob in the office and come back. He likes it black.”
“Yes, Ma'am.” Junie carried the cup into Bob. “Mistress Donna said to bring you this, Sir.”
Bob looked up from the screen, “Oh nice. Thank you. Tell Donna I will be done with this soon. I am just checking on some investments before the exchange closes.”
“Yes, Sir.”
Donna was waiting at the table when she came back. “How do you like your coffee, Junie?”
“Black will be fine Ma'am, but just a half a cup please. Master Bob says he will be done soon.”
Junie was putting the bowls and her coffee cup into the dishwasher and turning it on when Bob wandered into the kitchen. He put his arm around Donna and asked, “How was the crunch?”
Donna leaned into him, “Very good. Not too sweet at all and the custard was delicious. You missed out.”
“Perhaps, but I wasn't in the mood for dessert tonight.” His smile turned feral. “Let’s show Junie the basement.”
Donna drained the last swallow from her coffee cup and licked her lips. “Yes, let’s. Come, Junie, we haven't shown you the rest of the house.”
The stairs leading down to the basement were narrow and turned twice. Donna commented, “If Bob had made one more bend in this stair it would have had to be a spiral.”
The basement was largely unfinished. The walls were undressed natural stone, the floor smooth cool slate tiles. Heavy beams held up the ceiling. Junie could see a set of stairs leading down to the access door from the outside and a wall with two doors in it on the far side. A large fireplace dominated one wall.
Junie barely noticed these things; her eyes were locked on the furnishings. Ropes and pulleys hung from the rafters. A heavy hand hewn X-shaped frame was placed in front of the fire place. A straight backed wooden chair and a padded saw horse looking thing stood next to a rack holding a row of floggers, crops and paddles. A narrow almost prison looking cot was pushed into one corner. Handcuffs dangled ominously from its corners.
Bob and Donna stood watching Junie as she stood frozen, her eyes scanned back and forth. Junie swallowed convulsively and turned her eyes back at them. Donna reached a gentle hand and stroked Junie's face. “Only what you want. We have told you that this is what we want. I hope we want the same things.”
Junie had to swallow again. “I want to try, Ma'am.” A tiny giggle of nervousness bubbled up, almost a whimper. She choked it down, catching it in her throat, taking a long shuddering breath. “I am afraid though.”
Donna lifted her chin and looked deep into her brown eyes. “Of course you are afraid. This is a scary looking place. But you are curious, too. You want to find out about this. You want to know if the feelings you have, these cravings you feel, if your darkest fantasies are what you truly want.”
Junie gazed mesmerized into Donna's hazel eyes. She nodded mutely.
Donna took Junie's hand and led her into the room. Her voice was penetrating, hypnotic, “Look, Junie. I know you think about being tied. I know you wonder what it would be like to be spanked, whipped, tested to your limit and then beyond. I want to do that for you.”
Donna took Junie's hand and ran her fingers over the beams of the cross. “You know what this is.”
Junie nodded, “I think so Ma'am. It’s what they call a St. Andrew's cross? I have seen pictures on the internet.”
Donna pressed her body against Junie's back forcing her to press her body against the wood. Taking both Junie's hands in hers she lifted and spread them, holding them up against the wood. “Spread your legs Junie; spread them as wide as mine.” Donna's legs were spread wide. Junie struggled to match her stance, but Donna's legs were much longer than hers.
Junie realized she was breathing in short gasps, she could feel the wood pressing against her, the middle of the X pressed into her just under chest, her breasts were crushed against the wood. The muscles of her inner thighs quivered with the tension of being spread wide. She was intensely aware of Donna's body pressing against her, trapping and sheltering her.
Bob moved around them and she realized he was measuring her. Measuring how high up her hands could reach and how wide her legs were spread. She met his eyes as he moved around the back side of the cross. He grinned and winked. “Do not look so frightened, Sweet Junie. You know this is what you want.”
Junie took a deep shaky breath. “Yes Sir.” She tried to smile. Donna eased up on her pressure and let Junie's arms down. She murmured into Junie's ear, “Good girl. Go ahead and move your feet back together now.” She softly kissed the curve of Junie's neck.
Bob continued. “This is just a look round and a chance for me to get some measurements. I built these things with Donna in mind and she is about six inches taller than you.” He looked at Donna. “I want to see how she fits on the bed. I am going to need to modify some handcuffs or maybe add a length of chain.”
Donna kissed Junie's neck again and whispered. “You heard your Master. Get on the bed and lay on your back.” She moved away, freeing Junie, urging her toward the narrow cot. As Junie crawled up onto the thin mattress she realized it was covered in plastic and under it was a solid base. It was like lying on a thinly upholstered table.
Bob pulled her arms up over her head, “Scoot up, Junie, scoot up until your hands are at the top corners.” He took each of the handcuffs and snapped them around her wrists. Junie felt the prickle of goose flesh spread down her arms as the cold metal touched skin.
Bob moved to the foot of the bed and grasping her ankles pulled her down until her arms were stretched, the metal from the cuffs just starting to press into her flesh. Her dress was pulled up to her hips. Again he measured. Donna sat on the edge of the bed and stroked Junie's arms, looking down at her face. “You look so sweet and vulnerable right now. How are you feeling?”
Junie gazed up into her Mistress's eyes. Her voice was breathless and quivering. “My heart is racing, Ma'am. I... um... feel scared and... um... very excited.”
“Excited? Tell me about that.”
“My thoughts are racing, Ma'am. I keep wondering what will happen next, what you are going to do to me. My... my skin feels tingly, all pins and needles. My pussy is hot and wet, every time you touch me it clenches. I keep wishing you would kiss me.”
Donna leaned down, her lips hovering above Junie's. She breathed softly, “Nice. You excite me too, Sweet Junie. My thoughts are racing too. There are so many things I want to do to you. It is difficult to make up my mind. Each thought leads to a dozen more. We will have so much fun together. My pussy is just as hot and wet as yours.” Junie whimpered and raised her face up but Donna barely let their lips brush against hers and pulled away.
Bob unlocked the handcuffs and ordered, “Turn over on your belly and put your hands back up to the corners, Junie.” He refastened the cuffs. This time he did not pull her legs down, instead he lifted up her hips, “Up on your knees, raise your ass up high for me. Spread your knees wider.” Again he measured, “You are doing great.” He slid his hand over her bottom, pushing her dress up to her waist, toying with the waistband of her panties. He murmured, “Very pretty. Very, very sexy.” His fingers lightly stroked across the saturated cloth between her legs. A quiver of excitement shot through Junie's frame.
Bob chuckled, moved up and freed her hands. “We are not quite done here. Come to the foot of the bed and stand with your feet apart.” Junie felt oddly disoriented and almost like a sleep walker. She let him help her up and guide her to where he wanted her. Bob pushed her feet apart and then holding to her waist he pushed her face down to the cot. “Keep your legs straight and bend at the waist. Yes, like that. Keep your back arched. Show off that beautiful ass.”
Again he pushed her dress up, his hands caressing her ass. Slowly he slid her panties down, just past the full curve of her round cheeks. He gripped them in his hands, digging his fingers into her orbs, squeezing and pulling them apart. Junie could feel the cool air on her moist folds as he exposed her. He pulled harder and Junie felt his thumbs spreading, opening her puckered brown star. She breathed through her open mouth, forcing herself to relax. Bob's voice was a deep growl. “Very, very pretty.” He let go of her and slowly stroked his hands across her wide fleshy bottom. “Pretty and oh so spankable. You want me to spank you don't you Junie.”
Junie's voice wavered, almost a whisper, “Yes, yes Sir. I want that.”
Donna moved up to lie next to Junie's head where it rested on the bed. Her face inches from Junie's. “Let me hold your hands and look into your eyes. Let me share this with you.” Junie gripped Donna's hands and found herself sinking into Donna's eyes once more.
Bob spoke softly, his hand still moving in warm soothing circles across her skin. “This is about learning, Junie. We will start light and work our way up. I absolutely require you to tell me if things get too hard.”
“Yes Sir.”
The first swats were light and barely stung. Bob kept a steady rhythm of swat, caress, and swat again, carefully covering the whole area of Junie's bottom. Keeping up the same predictable pace, he began to increase the force of each blow. Junie began to blink and gasp with the stinging blows. Bob praised, “You are doing a good job standing still, Junie. Your bottom jiggles very nicely and your skin seems so eager to turn pink for me.”
Soon the sounds of his hand striking her flesh were loud pops, each one forcing a soft yelp from Junie. Donna's eyes were intense and fascinated; she began to lightly kiss Junie's panting lips in between each blow. “You are doing good, Junie. We are very pleased with you.” It seemed to Junie that the sound of his hand was echoing through her mind. A loud crack and then a heartbeat later a searing pain would cut through her conscience. She found she was tensing in anticipation, rising up on her toes, her ass cheeks clenched.
Bob stopped and began to gently stroke her stinging bottom. “Junie, I want you to stop anticipating. I want you to keep your bottom relaxed and soft.”
Junie's voice was hoarse with unshed tears. “Yes Sir.” She forced herself to relax, breathing deeply through her open mouth.
“Good girl. I will wait until you are relaxed each time. This is where we all learn about what you are capable of.”
Donna continued to kiss Junie's face, whispering, “So good, such a good girl. I am so proud of you.”
This time the force of the blow lifted Junie right up onto her toes and she wailed and then for the first time sobbed. Donna whispered, “Good girl, give me your tears.” Her tongue was soft and warm, licking up the salty drops from Junie's cheeks.
Bob spoke, “Okay, Junie, we are almost done, only ten more just like that. Relax, good girl.”
Donna whispered. “Count with me, Junie.”
Somehow the knowledge that there was an end in sight made the last ten blows bearable. Junie sobbed and choked as she counted with Donna. After the last one Bob continued to stroke and caress Junie's bottom. His touch moved to her thighs, slipping through the moisture that had spilled down her legs. “You are very wet, Junie. This is very erotic for you isn't it?” His fingers moved up and slid into her.
A whimpering sob bubbled up, “Yes, oh god, yes.”
“You want me to fuck you don't you, Junie?” His fingers were lunging deep into her, his thumb strongly rubbing her clit.
“Yes, yes fuck me. Please, please fuck me.” Her words were a strangled groan. She could hear him putting on a condom and as he slid deep into her from behind, she felt herself stretch and accommodate him. “Oh Sir, it’s been so long since I have had a cock in me. Oh god, that feels so good.”
Bob growled and lunged against her, his fingers digging into her hips. She could feel him push against her still stinging throbbing bottom, his cock deep inside her, nudging the very deepest part of her with each thrust. Each plunge to her depths wrung a soft squeal from her lips.
Donna took her mouth in hers, seeming to feed on Junie's cries of excitement. Junie felt her body tensing and could feel the sweet tight feeling building in her legs, her cunt tightening almost unbearably around Bob's cock. She pulled her lips from Donna's and whimpered. “I am going to come.”
Donna spoke sharply. “Junie, fight it. Hold it off. It’s time to learn to control it. Wait for permission.”
Junie gasped and nodded, her hands clenching Donna's hands in desperation. Donna whispered, “Don't tighten up, Junie; try to relax. Breath through your mouth slow deep breaths, feel the orgasm building but don't let it go.” She softly kissed Junie's cheeks and lips. “You look so fucking hot. Every time that big cock fucks into you, your whole face spasms with ecstasy, you mouth quivers, your pupils expand, and your sweet hot breath fills my mouth.”
Junie felt her whole body shaking with her impending explosion; deep warm tingles were crawling up her legs. Just when she thought she could not keep it at bay, Bob grunted and lunged deep, snarling, “Fucking come now, bitch. Come now!”
Junie tensed and arched, her whole body shuddering and jerking. A red light flashed and lit up her brain. Beyond words she groaned loud and deep into Donna's mouth. It seemed an eternity of soft spasms and sweet aftershocks with Bob gently easing himself slowly back and forth, savoring their finish, before she could find her words, “Oh my fucking god. Thank you. I have never in my life felt anything like that. Thank you, Sir.” She kissed Donna reverently. “Thank you, Ma'am.”
Bob pulled out and pulled her panties back up. “You are very welcome, little lady.” He carefully removed the condom and sat on the bed next them. Junie instantly moved up to take him into her mouth, licking and sucking him clean. A soft happy moan bubbled up from her throat.
When she was satisfied that he was completely clean she sighed, “Thank you again, Sir, I like to do that.”
Bob chuckled. “I am glad you like it. I have to admit, I fucking love it.”
Donna stroked her hair. “You were awesome, Sweet Junie. Your face is so expressive. You did a good job controlling your orgasm.”
“Thank you, Ma’am. But if Bob had not said for me to come when he did, I think I would have failed.” Junie felt a wave of sleepiness. She stifled a yawn and then giggled. “I think you guys have about fucked me to sleep.”
Donna smiled and kissed Junie on the forehead. “Let’s get ready for bed. It’s been a very long day.”
All three snuggled up in the master bedroom, Bob in the middle, his arms around both Junie and Donna as they cuddled up on either side. He gloated, “I feel like a very lucky Master.” Junie lay drifting, half awake, fighting off sleep for as long as possible, savoring the joy of being held, of actually, finally sleeping with someone again. Her heart swelled with love and happiness.

1 comment:

  1. Lovely Excerpt! I've read all the three books people! Is unputdownable! You all should definitely Order these books.

    Lovely piece of work Ma'am! Incomparable and irreplicable!

    ~KA~

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