Corrections- A BDSM fantasy between consenting adults. Do not read if controlled pain and power play offends you. “I don't think this is really the book you want me to publish, is it Lizzy? Why don't you come over this afternoon and we'll go through some ideas.” “OK Emma, around 2pm OK?” Lizzy was probably cowering on the other end of the phone. She had been writing good short stories for a couple of years but had tried her hand at erotica and frankly it looked like she had 'cut and pasted' her ideas off the internet. It was all disjointed and with no compassion for the characters or flow to the storyline. Reviewing books for publication was always hard. You have to be cruel to be kind and people can end up hating you for it. I know only too well as I went through it myself. You write piece after piece only to have them bastardised by someone who hardly knows you. Then you try to maintain a professional relationship without hating those people. I managed to get twelve books published and only went over to being a publisher because so many people were writing to me and asking how I did it, also it made sense financially. I am no spring chicken any more in my fifities and although I get a lot of compliments about my looks, you can't really be the face of modern erotica in your sixties. The TV interviews where getting less frequent. Still I have a few years left as a co-writer and publisher. At 1.50 pm the doorbell went, Lizzy stood there in a pretty dress and I could see the unease in her straight away. “Come in Lizzy, no need to cower, I am not that bad!” I kissed both her cheeks, she smelled nice. “So tell me how you got in this situation, what's going on in your life. Up to a few months ago you were doing Stirling work.” I gave her a glass of wine to relax her. Lizzie is twenty four and a drama student, she was wearing a white summer dress that clung to her legs. She carries a few extra pounds and has small breasts, but I guarantee most men would love to bed her, if only she would carry herself better. She has long brown hair that fell into natural ringlets and trailed over her breasts making her look eighteen. Her eyes where dark brown like two sensual pools, her skin tanned, but not that fake orange shit, her lips stayed apart expectantly as she smiled politely. “It's very good of you to help me Emma, I know you are very busy.” She went into the fact that every time she got into her characters heads, she wanted them to get sexual and was getting turned on thinking about it. “Well that is normal of course, it's part of the fun. But you need to hold the main plot together and decide what the motives are for getting them into bed, is it romance, just a quick fuck, or mind games and a power struggle?” I saw her wince at the word fuck, she had used it often enough in writing but seemed uncomfortable at me using it. “Well, I do like the kinky stuff and I have read a few books like fifty sh...” “Oh please Lizzie, tell me you are not using that as a basis for a BDSM novel,” I interrupted much to her dismay, “Fucking E.L. What's her name has never had a slapped arse, let alone been dominated. She trawled the net for a few ideas, I think she got most of her research from Wikipedia for fucks sake!” Lizzy looked about to break into tears. OK, I could be a bit heavy handed. But I wanted to help the girl, not wreck her. God she looked timid enough, and quite demure and...mmm sexy. She lifted one leg on top of the other and the dress fell between her thighs showing the shape of them. I stood up and faced her placing one foot on the coffee table. I was wearing a pale beige blouse and the trousers from my business suit, they hugged my arse. These where the ones I had to stop wearing to meetings as if my legs parted as they were now, you could plainly see my labia bulging out through the clingy cloth. Lizzy stared and I saw her tongue lick inside her lips. “We should try some corrections,” I said. “But, but I don't have the script with me Emma I am sorry,” she blubbered. “Well I have the script Lizzy but that is not what we will be using. Help yourself to another glass of wine, I'll be right back!” I went out of the room and left her trembling as she tried to lift the bottle of Soave from the chiller without dropping it. – Two minutes later-- “Oh fuck me!” Lizzy gasped as I returned to the living room and placed my foot back on the corner of the coffee table. In the two minutes or so I had been gone, I had transformed myself into one of my characters. I am fifty two and still get a lot of attention from both sexes. My hair is dirty blonde and done in a short twirly bob, my eyes a piercing blue/grey, I have quite a strong jaw line for a woman, which people find intimidating when I play on it! I am wearing a black leather Basque that hugs my forty D breasts so tight you can see the areolas let alone my hard nipples. I have a diamond studded black leather collar around my neck that compliments my earrings. I am wearing a tight leather thong, black of course, and a suspender belt holding up patterned fishnet stockings, also black. My shoes are shiny black six inch heels with diamond studs in and Lizzy's eyes finally find the subtle tattoo high up on my inner thigh, a red heart with the word love scrolled through it. I produce a riding crop from behind my back that she hasn't seen yet. “Get on your knees Lizzy! NOW!” I bark at her. If she thought I was a hard ass bitch before she is going to see what I can really do. She falls to her knees nervously. I go behind her and slide the zipper down her back admiring the exposed flesh and her skin-tone bra, very conservative. “Take your pretty dress off Lizzy.” I must admit I have wanted to do this to Lizzy since I first interviewed her to be a client. Okay it's highly unprofessional of me to do it to a client, but who will sack me as I am my own boss. As Lizzy turns to face me in her underwear I take a few seconds to admire her, Those puppy dog eyes do not know whether she wants me to have her, or protect her. It will come to the same thing in the end, but she does not know that. Her flesh coloured bra holds her breasts nicely probably a thirty four b cup and she has a matching pair of panties on, very formal and plain, but none the less pretty. Her skin has a few freckles down her cleavage and back and I so want to touch it. But not yet Emma, control is everything in this situation. Lizzie's eyes are stuck to mine, locked into her radar. She is like a rabbit frozen in the headlights, she knows its coming but she doesn't know exactly how hard it will hit or quite when. “Elizabeth, dear. If you are going to write about something, anything at all, it should be something that you have experience of, and are passionate about. Is that how you feel about your last story?” “No Emma, I'm sorry its not.” She whimpers. I fix my eyes on hers and the riding crop speeds to her cheek, but stop short as she squirms. I caress it over her lovely latte coloured skin. “Lizzy you will address me as mistress, or miss, or I will punish you. You do know what it is like to be punished don't you Elizabeth?” “Yes err mistress, or rather no. I have never been punished even when I was young, I was rather spoiled as-” “Shut up blubbering Lizzy!” I tap her cheek with the crop and she blushes. “This is about respect and power, I have the power and you must respect that. But also I will respect you and you will also have power because if you say a safe word I have to obey and I must and WILL stop. Do you understand little Lizzy?” “Yes mistress.” She grins and she seems to be suddenly enjoying this, “My safe word is 'Red Light'.” “I understand Lizzy, like in your book. So have you ever done anything like this for real?” I ask. “Well no mistress, just been tied up and shouted at a bit. But not the real thing, I guess.” “Is this something that you would like to pursue? It's not too late if you want to pull out. But once we start I don't like to be interrupted.” “Yes mistress. I want this and I need to be punished for writing this 'shit'. I want to learn to respect you and I so want you to have me.” Good girl. “Turn and get face down on the sofa.” I ogle her arse. It's large but tight and her panties are sunk into her mound and there is a little tell-tale moist spot right on her cunt. I am fucking aching to touch her. I am wet as hell in my thong and it's been too long since I have had a nice young girl. I slap my leg hard with the crop and shiver. Lizzy looks shocked. “I need to exercise control too Lizzy. Now tell me what you need to do to improve your work.” Lizzy starts to stutter, “Well I need to think about the characters and their motives. I need to focus on what they want to get from the sex scenes. Not just have sex for the sake of fun.” I smile at her, she smiles back thinking she has done well. I hit her arse moderately hard with the crop. “Ahhhh!” she gasps. “That was to get you used to the feeling Lizzy. It felt hard because you are not used to it. But soon you will be and who knows you may even enjoy it. I know I will.” “Ohhh yes mistress, I am sorry for disappointing you. Please tell me how to make it up to you. I will try to do better next time.” “Oh Lizzy. Sweet pretty little Lizzy. You are making it up to me right now and if you say please continue, I will teach you everything that you need to know, I will pleasure you in ways beyond your wildest dreams. Just say 'Please continue mistress' and nothing else until I ask you something.” “Please continue mistress, Please!” Lizzy is getting visibly excited and the path of wetness on her crotch has got bigger. This pleases me intensely. I caress her arse cheeks with the crop, playing around her arse cheeks. Then I slap it harder than before. Just as she thinks she knows what is coming I do it again harder. Lizzy squeals like a pig that has just seen the butchers knife. “Waggle that nice arse for me Lizzy.” “Yes mistress.” She moves seductively and my hand caresses my breasts. I truly am going to use this slut and give her the time of her life. I use the crop and caress her arse. It's making me so wet that I ache in my groin. I run the crops head along her slit making her jump. “Take your bra off Lizzy”, she obliges. I hit her pussy with the crop. “Acknowledge me Lizzy when I speak to you.” “Yes mistress I am sorry for that.” She is close to tears as I admire her breasts hanging pointedly and swaying as I get down next to her. “Kiss me Lizzy!” “Yes mistress.” She looks me in the eyes and starts gently kissing my lips gently but letting her lips flow all over mine. Then her tongue probes and finds mine. I shiver with excitement, must not get too close too soon. “Lizzie take my thong off now!” I bark annoyed at myself for getting soppy with her. She struggles as the thong is so tight it could be painted on. I assist her from the back and she gazes at my crotch. I spread my legs and face her. “Have you ever been this close to a woman before Lizzy?” “No never but-” I slap her tit hard with the crop. “Sorry mistress. No I have never been this close to a woman before, miss”. “Do you like what you see and smell? You know I am wet as much as you are.” I am as excited as she is but I dare not show it. “Yes mistress, I want to pleasure you so much, I have always wanted a woman.” “Kiss my pubis Lizzy.” I am waxed to the last molecule. Babies have more hair there than I do. I resisted it for years but once I discovered the sensation and licked another woman it changed my mind. Also I like my men shaved, it's an extra reason to spend more time down there. Lizzie's lips hit my pubic bulge and begin exploring, her soft hands on my thighs. I lose myself totally in this moment, nothing else matters in the world right now. “Lower baby.” Her mouth finds my labia and she moves them around with her tongue, discovering her first taste of a woman’s scent. I remember my first time vividly, its like a line of heroin or cocaine. Or a shot, or whatever it is you do with drugs. I don't know, sex is my drug and I am an incurable addict. I part my legs further and almost fall over. “STOP! Stand up Lizzy.” I kiss her lips and taste myself on them. I love my own taste, I think most women do, it is our gift to ourself. I feel Lizzy's pointy breasts, her areolas are large and dark. I think she's part Spanish or Italian or something. I squeeze her tits. She loves it and groans. Then I regain control, “come to the bedroom then we can continue.” “Yes mistress.” She is learning. I get a waft of her pussy scent and want to rip her panties off. Not yet Emma, not quite yet. I lie on the bed and spread my legs wide, “Eat me you horny little slut, make me cum Lizzy, pleasure me to make up for that shit you wrote.” Lizzy climbs on the bed and begins to lick my cunt. She's good, very fucking good. I see her hand sink between her legs and reach for the crop, she tries to move but she'll have to stop licking me and she knows that will be worse. CRACK! The crop hits her back and I know just from the sound I have left a red mark that will hurt like fuck for a day or two. “Sorry mistress,” she starts to sob into my pussy, but she soon gets back to work. I will make it up to her soon I promise myself. What? I am allowed to feel guilty I'm not a total fucking sadist, I had to learn too. Lizzy finds a rhythm that drives me wild, my thighs bucking too and fro against her face, she doesn't even dare to look up as I have an orgasm. I caress Lizzy with the crop. She’s beautiful. I just need one more orgasm baby, a proper one. I grab her head and force in into my cunt. It doesn't feel any better, I am just asserting my authority. Then she sucks my clitoris deep into her mouth. “Oh you little slut, that is just what I need.” I lose control and dare not speak or I'll lose her respect. I fuck her face so hard my juices gush with so much force that there is a spray of them like an opened umbrella spreading from her face. The little cow has done it so well that I collapse back onto the bed, so help me. I'm fucking embarrassed at the state of her face, It's all slimy and her lovely hair is ruined. I pull her up the bed and hug her not saying a word for ages. “You did good baby, let's see if we can get to the shower.” I take my Basque and collar off and we help each other like two old ladies and slip into the en-suite walk-in shower. I turn it on then I help to clean the poor little slut up. “No role play for a few minutes, Okay?” “Yes mistress, I mean Emma.” I take her soiled panties off as she is too distracted to bother, then I hold her face in my hands. I kiss her slowly and deeply as the shower sprays lovely soothing warm water over us both. She kisses back just as passionately. My hands explore her breasts gently, working the nipples through my fingers, then I move down and trace around her thighs, “I have wanted you since I set eyes on you baby girl,” I confess. “So have I. Emma. I wanted you to be my first woman. I know from your horny books that you know what you are doing. I have masturbated so many times to scenes in them. I need someone powerful to give me the guiding my parents never did. I was a wild child and they never could say no to me, it fucked me up for quite a while.” I find her trimmed brown crotch with my hand, she has a tight little mount and her pussy is shaven cleanly. Her pussy lips spread about an inch either side or her vagina, I work my fingers in as we kiss more. Lizzy does the same to me, the little darling. But I am going to make her cum first as my big round breasts rub her little ones. She is young and inexperienced and pretty, I am mature, experienced and in control. At least that is what I keep telling myself. She moans quivering like this is the first time she has been made love to. I fuck her pussy with two fingers finding her g-spot easily. Her thighs move in a back and forwards motion. She lifts one leg up and hangs her arms tightly onto my neck. She cums hard rolling her eyes back in her head, she gushes over my fingers much to my delight. “I have never gushed before!” She gasps and we kiss like two lovers. Her fingers probe my insides deeply and she makes me cum again. I dry us both off and we return to the bed. The duvet is splashed with my juices. Good thing I have a spare one of just such an occasion. I place her in the middle of the bed and we kiss deeply. I suck those delightful tits and bite her big nipples making her even more excited. Then I go down on her, I can tell she's nervous, women are always worried about their scent or the shape of their vaginas. But that's what makes them so pretty and tasty girls. I suck her clit and its too much so I sink my tongue in her deep. Her crotch slaps my face forcefully and I have to hold her down to suck her lovely juices out for my pleasure. I need more, I am fucking rampant now. I slide over her in the 69 position and make sure she is OK because we could be here a while. We explore each others vaginas inside and when my tongue hits her pretty arse hole I think she is going to have a fit. I ram my tongue in deeper and soon she cums over my face. “Oh baby!” I am such a dirty slut for the right person. I must look disgusting. She probes my arse with her fingers and sucks my pussy until my clitty hardens for attention Lizzy takes me in her mouth and sucks and bites hard. I slap her arse hard leaving deep red marks on it. I cum again and gush less but still am taken to a special place that is almost indescribable. I fetch us another bottle of chilled Soave. Wine and sex is such a delicious combination. We kiss and touch then she says, “Discipline me again Emma, mistress, please! I feel bad about writing drivel.” I go to the cupboard and bring a selection of my toys. I fit her with a ball-gag, fit a leg brace and get my cat of nine tails. I jump into a nice big strap-on, it is around 10 inches and thick and black. I handcuff her hands in front of her and tie her handcuffs to the top bed-post. Lizzy mumbles, I have to lift off the gag as I can't translate. “What about the safe word?” She asks fearfully. “Baby you are going to fly without a parachute! You will just have to trust me OK? I have never actually killed anyone, so far!” I delight in the control she has just unwittingly given to me. I once had an abusive husband. It started as some fun and I got off on it. The trouble was he got off on getting drunk and really damaging me. I ended up in Hospital and the end result prevented me from having kids. He got run over by a car during an argument with another man. I never cried for that bastard once. I just felt empty and withdrawn. Then another older woman friend took me into her arms and into her bed. I told her how it started with him tying me up, but the power trip went out of control for him. At first he couldn't orgasm without it. Then the sex stopped but the beatings did not. She showed me how to use power and respect it in ways I still struggle to understand fully. She is in her sixties and still is one of the sexiest people I know. That was what got me into erotic writing. Oh Lizzy, of course, I digress. She is on all fours gagged and tied to a bedpost, handcuffed, legs braced and quivering. This is fun! “Lizzy, darling, you wrote me a piece of shit! That embarrassed me at a meeting. Okay I should have read it more thoroughly, but I trusted you!” I had a hangover that day after a delightfully dirty Adult Birthday party where I got gang banged by several horny guys and a few women. My friends like to surprise me like that as I do them. “After all, you had not let me down before. But as a result I had to eat humble pie with the company I sold it too. I had to fuck the MD, a horrible bespectacled man with patchy alopecia and bad cleanliness. I had to endure being fucked by this short disgusting man. I owed him and now you owe me Lizzy darling.” It wasn't that bad a fuck, but I do despise being in that position. If she had really pissed me off that much I should make her fuck him. I ran the cat of nine tails all over her back, her arms, her neck. She can't speak and I can't translate all of her groans, so bear with me. I run the strap on over the base of her back, she twitches but knows she is going nowhere until I am satisfied. I lean over and kiss and lick her arse savouring that combination of clean skin and sweat and, well you know, use your imagination. Then I pull myself together and hit her arse cheek. Not too hard as there is more to come. Lizzy winces and I see her pussy glistening again. I hit the other cheek. She groans into the gag and her eyes look up to me and say why? “I took a bad fuck for you Lizzy. What is worse is that he now thinks I am fair game. Maybe I should ring him up and give you to him. What do you think Lizzie?” A tear runs down her cheek. “Don't worry Lizzy, I am not a sadist. Okay, I am a sadist, but not quite that much.” I hit her again avoiding the marks I have already made. That's a bad thing to do if you want to still be friends afterwards. I caress the scars, her breasts, her pouting moist pussy. I lay a few more welts on her each time waiting till she anticipates it, then making her wait a random amount of time before I hit her again. It's all about control, she thinks I am really hurting her but it's all about surprise. A good massage and some moisturiser and she will be as good as new. Well in a day or two. At least, she won't end up in hospital like me. I walk around to her face and lift the ball gag out on its elastic, as soon she she opens her mouth I place the big black dildo cock in her instead. I fuck her pretty little young face and it feels so good. “Oh Lizzy, I love hurting you baby. I love touching you and I am going to fuck you like you will not believe!” I pull the dildo out and replace the ball-gag again before she can get a word in, or out. I move to her back end and caress my handiwork, it's important to acknowledge good workmanship. The dildo explores her clitty and labia and my pussy leaks down my legs. Lizzy smells lovely of sex, fear and sweat. “Ohhh yes!” I ease the big cock into her gently. I am delighting in watching her labia spread and helping them to open for me. She's slimy and some juice runs out and down her thigh making me even hornier. I push into her and hold her lovely round arse, no wonder men love doggy style. I fuck her slowly at first, she's not used to the length or the girth I can tell. Her cunt almost turning inside out as I pull back on each stroke. Her vibrations tell me she likes it and that’s important. I want her to love this and to want more of it. I kiss her back softly. “Dear Lizzy, take a memo, I must not humiliate Emma, my mistress. Or I will be seriously fucked up. Won't you Lizzie?” She groans into the gag nodding her head. I slap her arse and thighs many times. Fuck, I do love this! She is getting close to cumming and that is making me close too. The strap on is pressing against my clitty and I am totally in a trance. Why do men not get that? I fuck her harder, faster, call her more names, “Little cock slut, little authoress whore, piece of ass, writer of useless shit!” I scream hard wailing, “Oh, oh Yes!” I feel Lizzy cum and my cunt explodes drenching us both. The fire inside me is out of control and even as my orgasm subsides I can't stop fucking this girl. It's like running a marathon. I don't care if she is enjoying it or not. I am ramming into her like an express train with no brakes. I pull the gag off her not because I want her to speak or complain. I want to hear the slut cum! She squeals like I have skewered her, which I have. Lizzy is out of control too, convulsing, trying hard to stay on her knees. Trying to match my moves, to cum when I cum., to satisfy my disgusting carnal needs. I am on the verge of fainting with pure unadulterated pleasure, then it hits me. The colours of the rainbow are flashing all around the room, angels singing and blowing trumpets and playing violins. My head twirls like I am falling down from heaven. Lizzy gets there first, gushing all over me spraying all the way to my mouth giving me a taste of her cunt. I am still banging into her I orgasm too and spray us both. The world goes into a hazy black ecstasy. ***** I wake up maybe an hour later on the bed alone. Lizzy is still tied up but collapsed in a motionless heap on the floor. I jump up and realise I have committed the cardinal sin. I have not kept her safe! I am shitting myself as I try to lift her wrecked body enough to ease the pressure on the handcuffs. Her hands are white, her face blank and withdrawn, her eyes are rolled back in her head. “Please help me someone!” Let her be all right, please. After what felt like minutes but was probably only a few seconds I get her free. I massage her pale arms and legs. She's not supposed to be pale dammit! “WAKE UP Lizzy!” I grab a bottle of water and splash her face, she is breathing shallowly. Then all at once she stares at me wide eyed. “Wow you sexy fuck! I thought was going to die with pleasure!” I burst into tears. We kiss and hug and I nurse her like a new born baby. “Lizzy I love you!” “Oh Emma, I love you too, that was out of this world.” “Tell me you can stay the night baby please!” I beg. “Of course I would love to. But can we be gentle for the rest of it?” “Yes I promise. I loved what we did and I am satisfied with that. But that doesn't mean we can't make love all night, how does that sound?” “Oh mistress, there is nothing more I would love right now.” She beams as the colour returns to her cheeks and I witness the scars on her arse. I will take care of those for her and kiss them better before applying moisturiser. We kissed for an hour solid, bathed each other back to some sort of normality. I pop the Bollinger I have been saving for a special occasion and order Chinese take away food to be delivered. I had to confess, it was the best sex I had ever had. OK I was a bit out of control for most of it. Lizzy said she did not regret a thing and she wanted me to do the power thing another time. I bought her prettiest underwear I could find and a few outfits. She rewarded me with not one but three of the sexiest, dirtiest, most convincing novels I have ever seen. She could rival me one day! This took her straight to numbers one to three in UK, and numbers three to seven in USA which is worth about five number ones in UK. She still has her useless boyfriend, but she admitted that she had done serious research for her books (of the practical type). Our relationship was so intense that we agreed only to meet every month and keep it special. I still have my friends of both sexes. My appetite in my fifties is as greedy and needy as it ever was. I wrote two best sellers in the USA market and four top tens in Europe (lots of anal and pissing) and I got the house I had been dreaming of since going self employed. I bought a car worthy of a best seller, a brand new Bentley Continental Convertible, in Black of course! I gave Lizzy the M4 BMW roadster until her account gets paid. It takes forever, I know. Then we planned a three month trip together to explore the best sex dens of Europe and write a joint novel. Yes me and my little girl, we are going to be partners!