The Seduction Series

The Seduction Series





Chapter 17





Disclaimer: Not Suitable For Children, Rated R, Offensive Language, Graphic/Explicit Sexual Situations that may be Offensive to Some.





Still blindfolded, Christian cringed as she gently tugged his member on the leash and led him across the floor.



“Where are you taking me?” he asked with a pout as he shuffled with his feet along the floor.



“Hush, Dr. Troy! You will find out in due time!” she replied.



Christian’s tone of voice suddenly changed from submissive to aggressive, replying sarcastically, “I’m surprised that you didn’t put me in a pair of goddamn shackles too while you were at it!”



“Cut the sarcasm, Dr. Troy!” she ordered as she drew him up close to her.



Christian’s mouth was slightly open from panting, his breath was hot, and his mouth was very close to hers as she stood directly level with his face.



“I’m warning you!” she reminded him with a hiss as she leaned close to his ear while placing her one finger to his mouth again. “……Or we’ll have to do something about that mouth of yours, as well, Dr. Troy! …..I have bondage toys for that too!” she added while tapping his lips.



With a whimper, he pulled his head quickly away from her. “Please, noooo!” he begged.



“Then you will be submissive to my desires and continue to do as you are told, do you understand me clearly?” Miss Diva demanded.



Christian paused, his head hung slightly before replying, “Yes, Miss Diva,” he whispered.



“Diva who?” she piped



“Diva the Dominatrix” he replied in a matter of fact tone, still looking at the floor.



There was a sudden silence then, Christian only hearing her heels walking around him.



Her one finger began to slowly trace down his back where she noticed that his black shirt was drenched with sweat, including his underarms.



“My, my, are we sweating in fear or in excitement, Dr. Troy?” she mused.



“I’ll leave that to your imagination, Diva the Dominatrix!” he sneered.



“How bout I help you take your shirt off, Dr. Troy….I trust you won’t try anything funny on me if I remove the cuffs for a minute to help you, will you?” she asked in a tone of sarcasm as she lifted his chin up with her one finger to bring his face level with hers.



Christian sighed, pausing in his reply.



Miss Diva became impatient….. “Yes or No?” she demanded.



“Yes,” he replied, wincing.



“Good!” she said as she began to undo the cuffs. “Just remember, don’t try anything!” she warned.



Christian cooperated as she began to pull his sleeves down his arms. She finished, tossing his damp shirt aside on a nearby chair.



He shivered as he tried to cross his arms across his chest from having had his damp shirt removed. His nipples puckered slightly from his bare chest being suddenly exposed.



“Time to have the cuffs put back on now, Dr. Troy!” she ordered as she quickly reached down with her hand to give him a smack on his bare-naked ass, causing him to wince from the sting on his skin.



Upon reacting, catching him slightly off guard from the spank, his arms instantly fell free from being placed across his chest as Miss Diva then quickly reached down grabbing his wrists and attached the cuffs again.



“Let’s go now!” she snarled as she turned around guiding him slowly to her bedroom.



As she led him across the bedroom Christian noticed a sudden change in the flooring texture beneath his bare feet



Once they reached the middle of her room she ordered him to stand still and put his arms above his head.



“How come I went from plush carpeting to hard flooring all of a sudden?” he asked in a confused, but slight curious tone as he raised his arms above his head. “Its kinda cold standing here,” he added with a pout while he wiggled his toes.



“You ask too many questions, Dr. Troy!” she snapped as she dropped the cock leash and reached for his wrists, trying to attach them to a chain that hung from the ceiling slightly above.



“What are you going to do to me?” he asked timidly, looking at the floor again as she struggled to finish.



When she was done, he could hear Miss Diva walking in her heels around him, the sound making him nervous.



He leaned slightly forward trying to resist her presence and persistence. The chain rattled a bit in his struggle to inch forward.

He then heard her walk away, her footsteps fading.



“Are you just gonna leave me here?!” he yelled, glancing over his one shoulder in a panic.



His head turned aimlessly from side to side as he heard the sound of a table drawer being opened slowly across the room. A few tiny droplets of perspiration began to drip off his sweat-dampened hair.



“Oooooh, God!” he groaned, clenching his hands into a fist, his head looking upwards briefly.



He heard a click across the room then.



“Just need a little music to enhance the mood, Dr. Troy,” she informed him.



Christian heard the song “S.O.S” by Rihanna bellowing from her stereo.



Lalala lalala la la lala la Ohhh

You know I never felt like this before

Lalala lalala la la lala la Ohh

Feels like something real



I’m obsessive when just one thought of you comes up

I’m aggressive just one thought of closing up

You got me stressing, incessantly pressing the issue

The very moment gone you know I miss you

I’m the question an you of course the answer

Just hold me close boy cause I’m your tiny dancer

You make me shaken up, heads are mistaken

But I can’t control myself got me calling out for help



Christian began to hear footsteps coming back towards him and sensed her standing nearby where she stopped a few steps away from him.



Miss Diva folded her arms and with a sigh she looked him over from head to toe, enjoying the view of her “catch.”



She stepped forward reaching out and let her finger trace slowly down his back, sending a shiver through Christian’s body.



He flinched, the chain rattling a bit above as he squirmed. “So now you got me, what’re you gonna do to me?” he asked again with a groan.



The lyrics continued…..

S.O.S please someone help me. It’s not healthy for me to fee like this

Y.O.U are making this hard, I can’t take it see it don’t feel right



S.O.S please someone help me. It’s not healthy for me to feel like this

Y.O.U are making this hard, I can’t take it see it don’t feel right

You got me tossin and turning I can’t sleep at night



Dodging the question, Miss Diva asked, “Where did you get the bite marks and the scratches from, Dr. Troy?



“None of your damn business!” he cringed as he pressed his lips together tightly, biting his lip.



Unexpectedly, Christian felt her spank him with what he thought might be a paddle.



“OW!” “SHIT!” he yelled, trembling.



“That wasn’t the kind of answer I was expecting to hear, Dr. Troy… you’d better come up with something better than that!” she snapped.



Christian focused on the lyrics to tune out the pain and sting in his ass…



This time please someone come and rescue me

Cause you or my mind got me losing it

I’m lost you got me looking for the rest of me (just teasing me) but still I’m losing it

This time please someone come and rescue me cause you or my mind got me losing it.

I’m lost you got me looking for the rest of me, got the best of me, so now I’m losing it



Just your presence and I second guess my insanity

Yes it’s a lesson and its based on my vanity

My tummy’s up in knots soon as I see you I get so hot

Common sense is out the door can’t seem to find a lot

Take me (uh huh) you know inside you feel it right

Take me l’ma put desire in your arms tonight

I’m out with you, ya got me head over heels

Boy you got me hanging on by the way you make me feel



S.O.S please someone help me. It’s not healthy for me to feel this

Y.O.U are making this hard, I can’t take it see it don’t feel right



“I’m still waiting, Dr. Troy,” she warned him. Christian could hear her tapping the paddle against the palm of her hand.



Sensing Miss Diva would deliver another spank if he did not answer promptly, he replied immediately with a wince, “Your assistant did that to me!”



“Well! I’m going to have to have a talk with Teresa about that now, won’t I? Judging by the scratch marks, I’d say she needs a French manicure!”



“I don’t give a shit!” Christian snapped. “Let me out of here!” he demanded as he tried to break his hands free of the cuffs.



She spanked him again with the paddle, this time with a little more force behind it. “Patience, Dr. Troy!” she snarled.



“Please, I beg you, stop!” he shrieked, looking up at the ceiling.

“Why are you spanking me?!” he whimpered as his voice turned to a dead-pan tone as he hung his head.



“You snooped around at my office, Dr. Troy, pay back is a bitch, y’know!” she warned him with an aggressive tone in her voice.



“What the hell makes you think I snooped around at your office and for that matter, how did you know that I was at your office earlier, unless Teresa was in cahoots with you!?” he snapped.



“We might be in cahoots, Dr. Troy, but I trust her well enough that she would not have given out my address and she did note that my mail was not in its original order on my desk before your little rendez vous with her,” she explained.



Just then Christian heard a bang what sounded like the paddle being dropped to the floor. The song began fading out as he finished listening to the lyrics…….



Boy you know you got me feeling open

And boy your loves enough with words unspoken

I said boy I’m feeling you, you got me open

Don’t know what to do it’s true

I’m going crazy over you I’m begging



S.O.S please someone help me. It’s not healthy for me to feel this

Y.O.U are making this hard, I can’t take it see I don’t feel right



She continued to walk around him, the sound of her heels stopping abruptly behind him.



“I hear you like taking it up the ass….” she cooed, stroking her finger down his back again, this time her one finger slipping slowly down to the crack of his sore ass as she tapped him gently there.



“NO!” he shouted in a panic state and froze as beads of sweat continued to stream down his face.

“Please, Oh, God, NO! Please I BEG you, NO!” he continued whining as he stomped his one foot on the floor.



“My, my, what a sensitive area, Dr. Troy,” she mused as he tried pulling away from her advances.



“I think it’s time to remove the blindfold now, Dr. Troy.” she whispered softly in his one ear.



All of sudden, Christian felt her tugging at the blindfold, releasing it slowly.



Christian’s blue piercing eyes looked about the room nervously, his breath panting.

“WHAT THE HELL!?” he exclaimed with a gasp.



He briefly glanced over at Miss Diva standing beside him, who had a sly smile on her face, before turning back he stared intently across the room.



“What is this, a goddamn torture chamber?!” he asked in a panicked tone.



Across the room from where he stood, Christian noticed an array of sex and bondage toys all neatly situated on a table. A variety of black leather whips hung from the wall.



As his eyes further scanned the table he noticed mouth gags, a hood and some medical fetish fantasy play tools like catheters and an enema kit.



Christian gulped, looking down sheepishly as Miss Diva kneeled down to take the cock leash off. In the process of tugging it off his erect manhood, she pulled a pubic hair by accident.



He flinched, thinking that she did it on purpose. “OUCH! Be careful!” he whined.



“Shut-up, Dr. Troy, don’t fight me!” she warned him as she lightly slapped his balls as she got up off the floor.



He cringed in reaction then he stared across the room again. In a pleading tone he asked, “Oh, God, You’re not gonna use the medical toys on me, please…..DON’T!….” his voice trailed off as he wiggled his hands in the cuffs again.



“But Dr. Troy, the enema and catheter kits come complete with a lollipop!” she smiled mischievously as she stood in front of him, stroking his manhood.



“I don’t want no damn lollipop!” he snapped with sarcasm as he glared at her.



Breaking out into a worse sweat and feeling faint, he glanced over at the medical toys again, suddenly feeling the onset urge to have a bowel movement.



“Perfect timing!” he muttered under his breath sighing, closing his eyes.



“What did you just say?” Miss Diva asked curiously, staring at him.



“I-I-I have to go to the bathroom now, please!” he replied timidly, his face blushing as he opened his eyes and looked down at the floor.



Miss Diva did not reply right away so he began to get further restless standing as he began to feel cramps. “Please! I really hafta go!” he begged as his face scrunched up.



“You’re just trying to weasel out of the fantasy play, aren’t you, Dr. Troy.” she remarked as she reached down again to fondle his erect man gland where a little dribble of urine formed at the tip.



Miss Diva carried on, calmly ignoring him, “Are you frightened or excited, Dr. Troy?” she teased.



Christian flinched as she touched him, irritating him even more. “I’m serious, I HAVE to take a shit, Diva the Dominatrix!” he demanded, his eyes glaring at her again.

“YOU”RE gonna be the one who is gonna be frightened if you don’t let me go to the washroom NOW!” he insisted with a growl.



“Fine!” she declared with sarcasm, “Have it your way, Dr. Troy!” she retorted as she reached up to undo his wrists from the cuffs.



“Where’s your bathroom!?” he demanded.



Miss Diva pointed in the direction of the bathroom across the room as Christian began to bolt as fast as his feet could carry him.



With every step his asshole quivered reminding him of the impending need to use the toilet immediately.







To Be Continued