Jason Spider
02-19-2010, 10:28 PM
Jodi Gordon's Birthday Present
By: Jason Spider.
Warning:
This story is entirely fictional, unfortunately.
It contains violent sexual concepts of Rape, Bondage and Torture.
If you find such matters offensive, do not read the story.
Like all the girls on the show Home and Away Jodi Gordon had received her share of 'perv mail'; letters from fans containing lewd compliments, nude photographs, sex toys and more. Many of these came from much older men. Jodi usually found it all very interesting and exciting, she particularly liked some of the material she got from the older men. They were more articulate and respectful than younger men, and Jodi was keen to benefit from their experience. She found many of their letters very 'educational' and they certainly provided the best toys, which gave her hours of fun.
One in particular captured her interest, a man who called himself simply “The Perv.” The Perv was an extremely talented story teller, in his mid fifties, who wrote to Jodi on weekly basis. Initially The Perv's stories had been simple fantasies of sexual encounters between Jodi and himself, simple but very elaborate and sophisticated. This had made The Perv stand out from the other writers of perv mail. Indeed so elaborate and sophisticated where The Perv's stories that after a while Jodi didn't bother reading any of the other perv mail she received.
The Perv was the only writer of perv mail to describe himself as 'a perv', something which most of the writers were at pains to deny. To Jodi this honesty was comforting, it showed that The Perv understood the truth of their relationship. He wasn't deluded into thinking he was 'in-love' with her, or that she loved him and was sending him 'come-on' signals in her acting. Both delusions common amongst other perv mail writers. Also The Perv was open about himself. He had sent her a photocopy of his drivers licence, proof of his identity, which included his address.
It was this honesty, openness and apparent lack of delusion that had caused Jodi to consider writing The Perv complementing him on his stories, and asking if he'd like try out as a script writer for the show. But Jodi's fellow cast members persuaded her to caution. “After all” they said “The Perv is still a perv.” So Jodi decided not to rush into things, though she didn't give up on the idea entirely, and felt a little disappointed that her friends didn't trust her judgement. She also didn't stop enjoying The Perv's stories, indeed she enjoyed them more and more as time passed, but no longer shared her enjoyment of them with her friends.
Over this time the style of The Perv's stories had begun to change, it started with a subtle shift in the power balance of the stories, slowly Jodi's role became less one of an equal partner and more as a follower. Also he had introduced small acts of violence and control, lightly spanking her and tying her hands with silk scarves. These embellishments had pleased Jodi increasing her excitement and making her feel like she was expanding her experience, in a safe and secure manner. Soon she was eagerly anticipating The Perv's letters, keen to learn what new twist he had added to their relationship, for that was how she thought of it, as a relationship.
A private relationship, between her and The Perv, one that she no longer had any intention of letting anyone else into. Also it was, for Jodi, already a sexual relationship. Even though she'd never even met The Perv she had began to think of him as her lover. Every night, when she was alone in her bed, Jodi would pull out The Perv latest story and masturbate as she read it. She enjoyed imagining The Perv was there with her doing everything he had written, everything no matter what.
By now The Perv had made her role entirely submissive, nor that he had introduced not only hard bondage, but also elements of S&M. Indeed his fantasies were now bordering on rape and torture with Jodi as his willing victim. But Jodi didn't mind “After all” she though “it's just make believe, none of it's real. I'm still in full control, I can stop reading his stories anytime I like.”. She didn't consider how bored she had become at her girlfriends stories of 'vanilla sex', even if those were real events. Nor had she noted how long it had been since she had had a fantasy of her own.
She didn't realise that she had become totally dependant on The Perv's twisted tales for her sexual satisfaction. This Jodi only discovered when she was required to go off set for a period, which meant being unable to receive The Perv's next story. As she packed to leave she felt somewhat bereft. She wondered “what new act had The Perv planned for her this week, what would she miss out on?” What concerned her the most was that it was her Birthday that week and The Perv had promised to make it a very special for her.
As she left Jodi had determined to 'fill-in the gap' herself, she remembered having had her own sexual fantasies before The Perv, so decided she could do it again. Sadly however, she failed. Try as she might she couldn't come up with anything, but vanilla. When ever she tried to add spice she just kept repeating things The Perv had written in one of his letters. Which she felt certain was not as satisfying as his latest letter would be. Eventually she gave up trying, saying to herself “I can get by without fantasies for a little while, it'll do me good.”. But each night there were tears on her pillow.
On the fourth day she woke in the middle of the night with a start, feeling there was someone in the bedroom with her. Just as she was about to scream and hand clamped down on her throat hard, choking her. A second had appeared before her eyes holding a vicious looking knife, the tip glinted menacingly close to her eyes. “One squeak and I'll skewer your eyeballs,” said a gruff voice “you won't get any acting roles if your blind, Bitch! Do you understand!” The mater of fact way this was said chilled, but also excited, her.
She nodded her head slightly to indicate her understanding and her throat was released. “W..who are you?” she choked out “What do you want?” Pain exploded in the side of her face as her assailant slapped her. “You don't speak unless I ask you a question, understand Slave?” He growled “Now put these on.” “Y..Yes Master” she stammered. She picked up the object he had thrown on her chest, it was a set of heavy handcuffs, she fitted them on her wrists, noting she was becoming more excited. When the handcuffs were on the man grabbed the connecting chain and dragged her bodily off the bed.
She was standing in the middle of the room he reached up to a rope that had been thrown over a beam that crossed the ceiling. Using a clip attached to the end of the rope he hooked the handcuffs to it and then pulled the rope until she was suspended on her toes, just able to share her bodies weight between wrists and feet. Then he stepped back and turned on the lights. “Now lets get a good look at you Slave, while I decide how to use you best.” She was naked, of course, The Perv had told her to sleep naked in one of his letters.
Jodi's heart skipped a beat, standing before her was The Perv. “Well Slave, are you ready for your Birthday Present?” “What present?” she squeaked, though she was sure she knew. “Why I'm going to rape and torture you, of course. What else would follow my last letter?” “B..But, this is real.” “Of course it's real, you didn't think I spent all that time preparing you, just to leave it as a fantasy did you?” “Preparing me?” “Yes, preparing you. Preparing you to enjoy violent sex, preparing you to submit to whatever I desire, preparing you want to be raped, preparing you to desire to be tortured.”
“Preparing you to be my willing Slave.” He Smiled “You are my willing Slave, aren't you Jodi?”
“Yes Master!” Jodi said smiling “OH YES MASTER!”
By: Jason Spider.
Warning:
This story is entirely fictional, unfortunately.
It contains violent sexual concepts of Rape, Bondage and Torture.
If you find such matters offensive, do not read the story.
Like all the girls on the show Home and Away Jodi Gordon had received her share of 'perv mail'; letters from fans containing lewd compliments, nude photographs, sex toys and more. Many of these came from much older men. Jodi usually found it all very interesting and exciting, she particularly liked some of the material she got from the older men. They were more articulate and respectful than younger men, and Jodi was keen to benefit from their experience. She found many of their letters very 'educational' and they certainly provided the best toys, which gave her hours of fun.
One in particular captured her interest, a man who called himself simply “The Perv.” The Perv was an extremely talented story teller, in his mid fifties, who wrote to Jodi on weekly basis. Initially The Perv's stories had been simple fantasies of sexual encounters between Jodi and himself, simple but very elaborate and sophisticated. This had made The Perv stand out from the other writers of perv mail. Indeed so elaborate and sophisticated where The Perv's stories that after a while Jodi didn't bother reading any of the other perv mail she received.
The Perv was the only writer of perv mail to describe himself as 'a perv', something which most of the writers were at pains to deny. To Jodi this honesty was comforting, it showed that The Perv understood the truth of their relationship. He wasn't deluded into thinking he was 'in-love' with her, or that she loved him and was sending him 'come-on' signals in her acting. Both delusions common amongst other perv mail writers. Also The Perv was open about himself. He had sent her a photocopy of his drivers licence, proof of his identity, which included his address.
It was this honesty, openness and apparent lack of delusion that had caused Jodi to consider writing The Perv complementing him on his stories, and asking if he'd like try out as a script writer for the show. But Jodi's fellow cast members persuaded her to caution. “After all” they said “The Perv is still a perv.” So Jodi decided not to rush into things, though she didn't give up on the idea entirely, and felt a little disappointed that her friends didn't trust her judgement. She also didn't stop enjoying The Perv's stories, indeed she enjoyed them more and more as time passed, but no longer shared her enjoyment of them with her friends.
Over this time the style of The Perv's stories had begun to change, it started with a subtle shift in the power balance of the stories, slowly Jodi's role became less one of an equal partner and more as a follower. Also he had introduced small acts of violence and control, lightly spanking her and tying her hands with silk scarves. These embellishments had pleased Jodi increasing her excitement and making her feel like she was expanding her experience, in a safe and secure manner. Soon she was eagerly anticipating The Perv's letters, keen to learn what new twist he had added to their relationship, for that was how she thought of it, as a relationship.
A private relationship, between her and The Perv, one that she no longer had any intention of letting anyone else into. Also it was, for Jodi, already a sexual relationship. Even though she'd never even met The Perv she had began to think of him as her lover. Every night, when she was alone in her bed, Jodi would pull out The Perv latest story and masturbate as she read it. She enjoyed imagining The Perv was there with her doing everything he had written, everything no matter what.
By now The Perv had made her role entirely submissive, nor that he had introduced not only hard bondage, but also elements of S&M. Indeed his fantasies were now bordering on rape and torture with Jodi as his willing victim. But Jodi didn't mind “After all” she though “it's just make believe, none of it's real. I'm still in full control, I can stop reading his stories anytime I like.”. She didn't consider how bored she had become at her girlfriends stories of 'vanilla sex', even if those were real events. Nor had she noted how long it had been since she had had a fantasy of her own.
She didn't realise that she had become totally dependant on The Perv's twisted tales for her sexual satisfaction. This Jodi only discovered when she was required to go off set for a period, which meant being unable to receive The Perv's next story. As she packed to leave she felt somewhat bereft. She wondered “what new act had The Perv planned for her this week, what would she miss out on?” What concerned her the most was that it was her Birthday that week and The Perv had promised to make it a very special for her.
As she left Jodi had determined to 'fill-in the gap' herself, she remembered having had her own sexual fantasies before The Perv, so decided she could do it again. Sadly however, she failed. Try as she might she couldn't come up with anything, but vanilla. When ever she tried to add spice she just kept repeating things The Perv had written in one of his letters. Which she felt certain was not as satisfying as his latest letter would be. Eventually she gave up trying, saying to herself “I can get by without fantasies for a little while, it'll do me good.”. But each night there were tears on her pillow.
On the fourth day she woke in the middle of the night with a start, feeling there was someone in the bedroom with her. Just as she was about to scream and hand clamped down on her throat hard, choking her. A second had appeared before her eyes holding a vicious looking knife, the tip glinted menacingly close to her eyes. “One squeak and I'll skewer your eyeballs,” said a gruff voice “you won't get any acting roles if your blind, Bitch! Do you understand!” The mater of fact way this was said chilled, but also excited, her.
She nodded her head slightly to indicate her understanding and her throat was released. “W..who are you?” she choked out “What do you want?” Pain exploded in the side of her face as her assailant slapped her. “You don't speak unless I ask you a question, understand Slave?” He growled “Now put these on.” “Y..Yes Master” she stammered. She picked up the object he had thrown on her chest, it was a set of heavy handcuffs, she fitted them on her wrists, noting she was becoming more excited. When the handcuffs were on the man grabbed the connecting chain and dragged her bodily off the bed.
She was standing in the middle of the room he reached up to a rope that had been thrown over a beam that crossed the ceiling. Using a clip attached to the end of the rope he hooked the handcuffs to it and then pulled the rope until she was suspended on her toes, just able to share her bodies weight between wrists and feet. Then he stepped back and turned on the lights. “Now lets get a good look at you Slave, while I decide how to use you best.” She was naked, of course, The Perv had told her to sleep naked in one of his letters.
Jodi's heart skipped a beat, standing before her was The Perv. “Well Slave, are you ready for your Birthday Present?” “What present?” she squeaked, though she was sure she knew. “Why I'm going to rape and torture you, of course. What else would follow my last letter?” “B..But, this is real.” “Of course it's real, you didn't think I spent all that time preparing you, just to leave it as a fantasy did you?” “Preparing me?” “Yes, preparing you. Preparing you to enjoy violent sex, preparing you to submit to whatever I desire, preparing you want to be raped, preparing you to desire to be tortured.”
“Preparing you to be my willing Slave.” He Smiled “You are my willing Slave, aren't you Jodi?”
“Yes Master!” Jodi said smiling “OH YES MASTER!”