Charity Events
Chapter 1: Sugarplums
Charity wiped her brow and then closed her word processing program. She always seemed to get steamed up when she wrote her erotica. Before turning off the computer, she checked her email again to see if any readers had responded. Her inbox was empty and she sighed with disappointment. She had posted a new story last week and had gotten feedback from only five people, despite all of the vast thousands of people who had visited, and presumably read, her story. "Assholes," she thought.
It was late, so she decided to call it quits for the night. She left the computer on and padded down the hall to shower and prepare for bed. Finished with her shower, she padded back to her room and crawled into bed, pulling the covers up and snuggling in.
It was not sugarplums that danced in Charity's head as she slept. Her dreams were filled instead with chains and manacles and writhing naked bodies. It was these dreams that fed her stories and fueled her creative plots. In this night's dream, a young woman was stretched tightly on the outside of a huge wheel. The wheel slowly rotated, taking the naked beauty into the air and then down the other side before returning her to her starting point. On one side, when she was upright, a metal clamp would be placed somewhere on her tender flesh. On the other side, when she was upside down, another tormentor would lash at her exposed and vulnerable flesh with a short, but very effective whip.
Janice entered Charity's bedroom the next day on her cleaning tour of the house. Janice, or Aunt Janice, as Charity called her had offered to house her niece while she was attending college to let her save on room and board. And Charity had turned out to be a wonderful tenant. She kept her room neat and tidy, volunteered with the household chores, and provided much needed companionship to Janice. All that Janice ever needed to do in the room was to dust a few surfaces occasionally.
Janice did appreciate the companionship. At thirty one, she had been widowed for only three years. The house had seemed very empty until Charity arrived. Janice had married the older brother of Janice's mother who had been twenty years her senior. But, despite the age difference, the marriage was ideal and the husband and wife had loved one another dearly. And then, a freak skiing accident had ended everything. Janice was left a widow at the age of twenty eight. She was a wealthy widow since Charles had invested wisely and had ensured that his wife would be taken care of, but she was still alone.
Janice moved around the room efficiently, spraying and dusting and making the furniture shine. She had to straighten and move a book and a few papers on the desk and then started dusting that surface too. The dust cloth touched the computer mouse and then the computer screen lit up. Apparently, Charity had forgotten to shut it down before she left.
Janice was getting ready to shut down the machine herself when something caught her eye. The screen was opened to Charity's email and there were three communications waiting to be read. The subject line of one of them read "Dungeons and Damsels."
"That's odd," thought Janice. Then she scanned the other two subject lines. "Great Story" read one. The other was "Can't wait for future chapters." Curiosity got the better of the woman. She set her cleaning supplies aside and sat down. As she opened the first one, her eyes went wide with surprise. The first thing to appear was a picture of a naked woman tied upright and spread eagle in a frame with another woman, dressed in black leather, positioning a pole between the naked woman's legs. It was obvious from the rounded end of the pole and its position that it was destined for the girl's sex.
The text of the email was no less surprising. It read: "Dear slavegirl, I loved your latest chapters of 'Dungeons and Damsels.' I thought you might enjoy this picture, which reminds me of Janice torturing Charity in chapter eleven. Hope you enjoy and I can't wait to read the rest of the story."
"Oh my gosh," thought Janice. Janice torturing Charity? What was that all about? She went on to read the other two emails. Both of them had high praise for the same story. One of them provided a comparative review of "Dungeons and Damsels" with "Slave Niece," which apparently was an earlier work by the same author. The third one also referred to the website that apparently held the stories.
Janice deleted the emails and erased them from the computer's memory before shutting down the machine. Charity would never miss a few messages. She would never even know that they had arrived. Then she put her cleaning supplies away and went to the den. She started her own computer and sat down to learn more about her niece's writings.
She easily found the website but was astounded at the thousands of stories archived there. How would she find the ones written by Charity? Then she remembered that the email had been addressed to "slavegirl," and she did a search using that. Five stories were listed. Since "Dungeons and Damsels" was apparently not finished, she decided to start with "Slave Niece."
Janice read for a half hour, being totally captivated by the story. She discovered that her niece was an excellent writer and had a very active imagination. The story was highly erotic and, by the end of the half hour, Janice was so aroused that she had to take a break to relieve herself of the sexual tension that built up inside of her. Removing her clothes and laying them over another chair, she sat back down and masturbated herself as she continued with the story. A small whimper escaped her lips as she climaxed, timing her climax with that of the protagonist in the story. Again, the main character was named Charity and she was the slave of her Aunt Janice.
After the waves of orgasm dissipated, Janice shut down her computer. She would save the ending for another day when she wanted another climax. And the rest of the stories promised to keep her in orgasmic bliss for weeks to come.
What did it mean that Charity kept featuring herself and her aunt in these stories of bondage and slavery? Was her niece lesbian? Did she want to become a submissive or was it simply a way of exploring new things? She supposed that she would have to read all of the stories to get a clearer picture of what went on inside Charity's mind but she couldn't do that today for fear of rubbing her clit raw.
She tried to picture Charity as a slave girl. The image that she conjured up certainly made a compelling argument for enslaving the girl. Charity was a beautiful twenty year old student ending her sophomore year of college. Janice had only seen Charity naked once when towels had run out in the bathroom but the image was imprinted on her memory. Two lush, full breasts were capped with small but very erect nipples. A beautiful, shapely figure highlighted Charity's femininity. And a sparse patch of blonde hair provided a little decoration for the girl's sex. Janice had seen her numerous times in various stages of undress or in a bikini and had grown to appreciate the girl's svelte and sexual body.
Janice was not lesbian, but she had had some female lovers in the past. Most had been before she got married but she did have a few casual flings since Charles' death. She had been quite discrete, however, and was sure that Charity would have no knowledge of her bisexuality.
Charity's sexual preferences came as quite a shock. She dated men and always seemed to have new ones calling her or calling on her. That was to be expected in Janice's mind. She was beautiful and bright and lively.
And her interest in domination and submission was an even bigger surprise. Her wholesome, girl-next-door appearances apparently hid dark desires. She was much easier to picture in a cheerleader's outfit than in ropes and chains, although Janice knew that her niece would look delicious naked and bound.
Janice had dabbled in domination and submission a few times but it had always been role-playing and fun. Mostly, she had played the role of slave girl to Master Charles. They would spend an evening with her serving him and him occasionally draping her over his knees for a spanking. Once she was even a slave for a whole weekend. And she remembered how wet she would become and how totally and constantly aroused she would be.