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 Close to the Edge Volume One The Teasers Seeing the Edge Kristiene Gray
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Disclaimer Whilst based on long and personal experience living in the world
of BDSM, these experiences are put together into a story for coherence. 
Therefore, some liberties are taken in the telling of the story to produce
"faction".  It is strongly recommended that the reader should not copy the
scenarios described in this "fiction", regardless of how practiced they are
in the art.  What you read and choose to do or not do, should be put in the
context of your own needs and preferences.  Most importantly, all your
activities should be conducted within the boundaries of Safe, Sane, and
Consensual activities, agreed in advance with your partner(s) as such words
hold different meanings to different people.  It is strongly recommended
that anyone starting to fulfill an interest in practicing any flavor of
BDSM should thoroughly research what they are getting into and how to
partake safely.  All the material contained in this book is provided for
entertainment, educational and/or informational purposes only.  No
responsibility can be taken for any results or outcomes resulting from the
use of this material or partaking in similar activities.  While every
attempt has been made to provide information that is both accurate and
effective, the author does not assume any responsibility for the accuracy
or use/misuse of this information.  Acknowledgement There are a few people
I would like to thank and they will know who they are, but for the very
reasons they know who they are they also know why they cannot be fully
disclosed.  So Jennie, Dick, Lucy, Kelly, Vikki, the very special Tanya as
well as one very significant other who will remain completely anonymous,
know they are the inspiration behind this book and the remaining episodes
in this and the other volumes.

   Chapter One - Teaser The lights pulsed across her bare skin, creating
patterns and shadows on the pale flesh.  She'd been there for minutes, for
hours, for years, suspended, hanging, waiting.  It was only the change in
what her body felt that marked the passage of time for her.  Her shoulders
had hurt at first from the weight of her body, but the sharp pain had been
replaced by a throbbing ache that went far deeper than bone or muscle.  The
burn from the ropes around her wrists now only presented itself when she
moved, her skin nearly raw.  Her feet had long since cramped as her toes
had sought to take the pressure off her shoulders.  She heard the door open
behind her and the lights regulated.  For a brief moment, before the door
shut, she heard the dull rumble of music from the dance floor.  Then it was
only the sound of his footsteps.  "So beautiful," he whispered.  His hands
ran over her skin, down her back, cupped her bare ass.  He slid one finger
between her cheeks and she bit back a whimper.  He hadn't given her
permission to make a sound.  When he pushed the tip of his finger into her
ass dry, she bit down harder.  It didn't stay there long, traveling down
her slit to dip into her pussy.  She yelped in surprise as he slid
something inside her.  A sharp slap to her ass made her gasp, earning a
second slap.  "I didn't say you could make a noise," his voice was low in
her ear as he pressed his clothed body against her bare one.  "You just
earned yourself ten minutes instead of five.  And don't you dare cum until
I give you permission." Then he stepped away, the breeze created by his
sudden movement caressing her overheated skin.  Her entire body twitched as
the dildo he'd inserted began to vibrate, sending ripples of pleasure
through her body, joining with the new jolts of pain from her tortured
joints and muscles from her involuntary movements.  "When I return, we'll
see if we can't improve upon last week's performance and get to ten stripes
with the cane instead of just five," his voice was full of promise.  "But
if I find that you've had an orgasm, we'll start with ten lashes to each
breast." She almost whimpered but caught herself just in time.  Her muscles
were already trembling when she heard the door close and she was alone. 
The lights began to pulse again.  Ten minutes, she told herself.  Ten
minutes and he would return.  But as the seconds began to tick past, she
started to wonder if she could last that long.  Surely it had been ten
minutes already.  Tears began to stream down her cheeks.  Her body was
quaking, desperate for release, and only the thought of what he would do if
she came kept her from giving in.  Seconds stretched into an eternity as
she fought her body's natural urge to climax.  She tried at first to count
the seconds, but quickly lost count every time a new shiver of pleasure
coursed through her veins.  Then she tried to think about him and what was
to come but that just made it worse, made her desire burn even brighter. 
When, finally, she heard the door open again, the relief that flooded
through her was almost her undoing.  It was finally time.  *****

   Chapter Two - Teaser He jumped as the crop came down again, cries
muffled by the ball gag lodged between his teeth.  Mistress had been
displeased by him today and now he was being punished.  She'd been very
specific in her instructions and he'd failed.  He'd cleaned himself out and
put in the butt plug just as she'd ordered.  All morning he'd worn it, even
when his board meeting went into its second hour and his ass had started to
throb from the pressure.  He'd drunk only water even though his colleagues
had ordered in for lunch and the smell had tempted him.  Every hour, no
matter what, he'd excused himself to the restroom, locked himself in the
large stall and taken out his phone.  Recording himself while stroking his
cock to a full erection had been logistically difficult, but he'd done it.
Eight times he'd made himself hard and eight times he'd stopped just before
orgasm, painfully tucking himself back into his pants and heading back out
to his job.  It really hadn't been his fault that last time.  He'd been
stuck in traffic on the freeway, at a standstill for ten minutes when his
phone had beeped.  An hour had passed since he'd sent his last video and
he'd been told that he wasn't allowed to stop until she came to pick him up
for the club tonight.  A quick glance around had showed no one in a
position to see what he was about to do, but he'd arranged his jacket, just
in case.  He was pretty sure that getting arrested wouldn't please
Mistress. Everything had been fine when he'd started, his hand moving with
the precision of one who'd done this many times.  Then, just as he'd
reached the point where he could feel his balls drawing up, his cock ready
to explode, it had happened.  The car behind him had surged forward,
bumping him.  Not enough to do any damage, but enough to jolt him.  His
hand had tightened involuntarily and he'd been shifted in his seat.  The
plug in his ass had pressed against his prostate just right and he'd been
unable to stop himself from cumming.  The camera had caught it all.  Not
that he would've lied to Mistress.  No, far better to confess and accept
punishment than to try and hide it.  Even now, as his skin stung and
burned, he knew it was better than what would've happened if he'd lied. 
He'd learned that early on; she'd caned and reamed him so hard he hadn't
been able to sit for a week.  He flinched when a soft hand caressed his
abused flesh, but immediately relaxed when he recognized the touch. 
Mistress.  She'd invited people to watch his punishment, but she didn't
like anyone else touching him.  He belonged to her alone.  When her hand
closed around his half-hard cock, he whimpered.  Her fingers worked him
expertly, moving with sure, firm strokes until his six inches were swollen
and weeping, his balls aching.  And then he felt it.  The pressure around
the base of his cock as she secured the ring.  He'd expected it, but he
still wanted to cry.  He was so close to the edge and he knew the rule. 
Forty-eight hours of torment before Mistress would grant him release.  Two
days of agony.  He loved Mistress.  *****

   Chapter Three - Teaser slave's knees hurt, but she didn't so much as
squirm.  She was a good slave, Mistress always said so.  She always did
what she was told and never asked for respite.  Why would she?  It wasn't
her place to question what Mistress did and, besides, Mistress only did
what was best for slave, even when slave didn't understand it, when slave
just had to trust Mistress.  Now was one of those times.  slave felt the
familiar pleasure and pressure combination building in her belly and fought
it off yet again.  Mistress hadn't given her permission to cum.  The
vibrators had been pulsing in her cunt and ass for the past twenty minutes
and she'd almost climaxed three times.  Her holes were tender.  She was
exhausted.  And if Mistress didn't come back soon, slave wasn't sure she
could fight off another one.  The blindfold kept slave from seeing, but she
knew Mistress's footsteps.  She would've known them anywhere.  The clicks
of Mistress's boots against the floor made slave straighten her back even
more, thrusting her small breasts forward.  Mistress called them 'tiny
titties' and loved to do all sorts of things to them.  Maybe, if slave
presented them, after being so good, Mistress would play with them.  "Have
you been good, slave?" The voice was sultry and oh-so familiar; it made
slave's stomach tighten.  slave nodded once to indicate that she hadn't
climaxed, unable to speak around the gag in her mouth.  She could feel
saliva running down her chin and neck, but ignored it easily.  Of all the
sensations she was currently feeling, that was the one that concerned her
the least.  "Do you deserve to cum, slave?" slave didn't answer.  She knew
this was a rhetorical question.  Mistress never wanted to know if slave
thought she deserved an orgasm.  It hadn't taken slave long to learn which
questions were supposed to be answered and which were supposed to be
ignored.  Mistress was fair, her punishments harsh.  slave's body twitched
as Mistress fastened the nipple clamps they'd brought from home.  The first
time Mistress had used the specially-designed clamps, slave had cried. 
She'd wanted to scream too.  The teeth had pierced the sensitive flesh of
her nipples and made her bleed.  But slave hadn't screamed and Mistress had
been proud.  And now, slave barely flinched, her body responding how
Mistress had trained it.  "I have a surprise for you," Mistress whispered
in slave's ear.  The words had barely registered when pain exploded between
slave's legs.  Her entire body hunched forward and she felt herself trying
to scream again.  She didn't need the explanation that Mistress was
currently providing.  She knew.  Mistress had made a clamp for her clit
just like the ones on her nipples.  Her legs shook, every muscle trembling
with the intensity of conflicting sensations.  "Good girl," Mistress
crooned, her hand smoothing down slave's hair.  "Such a good girl." slave
clung to the words like a lifeline.  Little by little, the pain in her clit
dulled to a throb and she managed to straighten.  She felt Mistress's hand
between her legs and, suddenly, the dildo in her cunt was gone.  She made a
noise of protest that the rubber ball in her mouth muffled.  "I'm going to
fuck you now, Slave," Mistress's hand at the small of Slave's back was all
the signal Slave needed to bend forward and place her palms on the floor.
"From the moment my cock enters your pussy, you're allowed to cum as many
times as you can." Mistress's hand caressed Slave's hip.  "Enjoy it while
you can, slave, because when you're done tonight, you won't be allowed to
cum for a long time." slave shivered as she felt the cold head of
Mistress's strap-on teased at her newly empty entrance.  Her body quivered
in anticipation.  Then, as Mistress slammed forward, she yanked on the
nipple clamps and slave's world exploded in a cacophony of ecstasy.  *****

   Chapter Four - Teaser She loved seeing her submissives like this.  They
were her Light and Dark knights, as different as the sun and moon.  One
with hair the color of corn silk and skin that burned easily in the sun. 
The other with thick ebony curls and skin the shade of a caramel latte. 
Light had fine features and full, pouty lips that she loved seeing
stretched around Dark's cock.  Tall and lean with corded muscles, Light's
face and body were known to millions, but known intimately only by her. 
And by Dark of course, though he hardly counted as he was but an extension
of her.  Dark had a classically handsome face with a strong jawline and
facial hair that she made him shave twice a day.  He was shorter than Light
by a few inches, his build more solid.  When he wasn't Dark, he was a
well-respected district attorney.  While in her day job as an elementary
teacher, it gave her great pleasure to know that she had control of a model
and a lawyer.  She loved to make them stand for hours while she caressed
their naked flesh, running her hands over each one in turn and marveling at
their differences.  Below the waist was the same as above.  Light's cock
was long and thin, almost seven inches soft, over ten when hard, though
never more than an inch around.  Dark, however, was the exact opposite. 
His cock always hung heavy between his legs, barely growing from his normal
six inches but easily become as thick as her wrist.  The three of them had
been together for five years and none of them had ever strayed.  Sure,
they'd had the lovers they shown to the public, but those had never been
anything more than arm candy and an occasional vanilla fuck.  What the
three of them had together was so much more than sex.  A muffled sound from
Light drew her attention from her musings.  It was muffled, of course,
because his mouth was currently full of Dark's cock.  The night before,
Light had cum first so it was his job to get Dark hard.  Not that it ever
took very much for Dark to get hard.  She'd once seen him go from flaccid
to a full erection just watching her walk in the room.  And that had been
after cumming once already.  She loved using the stocks for her Light and
Dark.  Light was bent forward, arms and head held in place by the wooden
stocks.  His back was straight, ass out, feet shoulder length apart and
held that way by a spreader bar.  The butt plug she'd had him insert
earlier that day was dark against his pale flesh.  Dark stood in front of
Light, his cock shoved into the moist heat of Light's mouth.  Dark's hands
were behind his back, tightly bound with rope.  His ass flexed, hips gently
rocking back and forth so that his shaft slid between Light's pink lips. 
She crossed to her Light and Dark, running a finger over their soft skin.
When she tapped on the base of the butt plug, Light made another noise and
she smiled.  Her fingers danced up Dark's stomach and chest, nails lightly
scraping over one nipple.  His hips jerked and Light made a choking sound.
"I have so many things planned for us tonight," she kept her voice low but
knew that they were both hanging on every word.  "Dark is going to fuck
Light hard and fast, but Light is not allowed to cum.  Dark is going to
pleasure me with his tongue while Light watches.  Light will then clean
Dark's cock so that Dark may fuck me.  If Light has obeyed and not
orgasmed, he will be allowed to masturbate himself while he cleans my
pussy. If he has disobeyed, he will clean my pussy and ass, then Dark's ass
while stroking himself to full length, but Light will not be allowed to cum
again until he proves he can control himself." She removed her hands from
her Light and Dark.  "Does this please you?" In unison, they answered,
Light's words garbled by Dark's cock, but there nonetheless.  "Yes,
Mistress." *****

   Chapter Five - Teaser He surveyed his work with the pride of a true
artist.  And that's what he was, really, an artist.  His tool, the camera.
His muses, the beautiful women in front of him.  His medium, the female
form.  He called his girls One and Two because he didn't want their names
to interfere with his creative process.  They didn't mind.  They'd been his
girls for four years now both publicly and privately, although their public
relationship was a platonic mirror of their private one.  The pictures he
took of them outside this world graced billboards and magazine covers
across the country.  The ones he took in their private life were never seen
by any but them.  The lighting in the room was perfect for the abstract art
he'd wanted to create tonight.  Every shot had gone as planned and he took
a moment to admire each one.  If he had to say so himself, these were some
of the best he'd ever done.  Snap: One hung from the ceiling, her arms
straight above her head, her toes barely brushing the ground.  Her full
breasts were bound, ropes coiled around the base of her mounds tight enough
to make the flesh start to purple.  Another rope ran between her legs, her
bare lips on either side, a knot resting against her clitoris.  One's dark
hair was loose, framing a pale, heart-shaped face and candy pink lips, the
latter stretched wide around a ball gag.  A thin trickle of saliva made its
way down her chin.  Snap: Two was strapped to an X, her thick red hair tied
back in a braid and looped over her shoulder.  Her freckled skin bore
criss-crossed stripes, a deep red quickly turning purple.  The rose-colored
nipples topping her small breasts were tightly pinched between a set of
metal clamps.  Similar clamps were fasted between her legs, two hanging
from each of her lips, the third from her swollen clit.  Her pale eyes were
glazed over, her lips moving soundlessly.  Snap: One's hands were bound
behind her back as she was slowly lowered onto the wooden horse.  Her face
contorted as more of her weight came to rest on her cunt.  As the minutes
passed, tears began to run down her cheeks, taking with them her make-up,
leaving dark trails from eye to jawline.  Her legs began to twitch, toes
wiggling as if they sought purchase.  Snap: Two's lithe body was contorted
into a pretzel-like shape, held in place by ropes that chafed her sensitive
flesh.  The chains that suspended her from the ceiling kept her high enough
that the weights hanging from her nipple clamps wouldn't touch the ground.
The dildo in her pussy was shaped like no other one in the world, specially
designed for artistic flair.  It had taken weeks for her to be able to
accept the entire thing inside her.  Snap: One's tongue flicked out to
trace where Two's pussy was stretched wide around her fist.  Two's legs
were spread wide, mouth open in a silent scream as One pushed inside until
she was buried past her wrist.  One's own body was twisted, allowing her to
work her other hand into her own cunt.  It only went up to the knuckles,
but it looked good.  Snap: The double-headed dildo, almost two feet long
and two inches around, disappeared into One and Two's asses.  On their
hands and knees, their breasts hung beneath them, nipples stretching as
heavier weights were added.  Similar clamps and weights were attached to
their pussy lips, the cool metal brushing against their thighs with every
movement.  Snap: Their eyes closed, mouths opened, as pleasure coursed
through them.  Tears streamed down their faces, mimicking the liquid
dripping from their pussies.
By the time he'd finished his perusal, his cock was hard, straining
against his pants.  He crossed over to where One and Two lay, bodies
covered in copious amounts of fluid, breasts heaving as they panted for
air. He didn't have to say a word or even make a gesture.  His girls knew
what he expected of them.  Despite their body-numbing orgasms, they pulled
themselves upright and knelt in front of him.  Two freed his cock from its
confines and, together, they began to stroke him.  Their tongues caressed
his flesh, occasionally meeting as they ran from base to tip.  When One
took him in her mouth, he moaned.  When Two began to suck on his balls, he
swore.  One day, he knew, he needed to set up a camera to get a picture of

this.  *****

   Chapter Six - Teaser Bodies writhed, merged, under the pulsating lights,
limbs entangled, entwined.  It was decadence at its finest, a celebration
of pleasure and pain and liberation from societal expectations.  All they
were outside this place was gone.  In here, they were all the same. 
Lawyer, doctor and teacher.  Police officer, factory worker and marine. 
They'd come in alone, searching, and had found one another.  When they
left, there would be no names, no fear of repercussions.  To join, the only
requirements aside from safety had been a mask.  That alone had been their
price of admission.  They were known only by their masks and that was all
they needed.  It didn't matter who they were.  The half-mask Phantom had
chosen his dark-haired partner early on.  Her pale skin bore purple stripes
from his cane and she cried out as his tongue laved over each mark.  An
elegant purple-sequined adorned woman knelt behind a man with a fox's face.
He was on his hands and knees, his cock hanging swollen between his legs as
he moaned in pleasure.  His partner's hand disappeared into his ass with
little resistance.  As she slid it in past her wrist, the man opened his
mouth for another cock.  White feathers framed bright green eyes.  She held
her ass cheeks open as another woman, this one with the face of a cat,
worked a large butt plug into the gaping hole.  The green-eyed beauty
moaned as a set of unfamiliar fingers slipped into her pussy, thumb teasing
the metal bar that pierced her clit.  The Ultimate Master stood at the
front of the room, watching with approval.  His slaves knelt in front of
him, clothed only in the chains that connected their nipple rings and the
small gold hoops that hung from their clits.  Their ball gags had been
removed a short time ago for Master had better uses for his slaves' mouths.
The younger of the two was currently occupied with his balls, sucking each
one into her mouth, rolling it with her talented tongue before moving on to
the next.  The older had taken his full length into her mouth and let the
head slip back out.  She'd learned so well that she no longer bothered to
wipe the drool from her chin.  "Pussy," he addressed the younger.  She
needed no other direction, immediately turning and bending over, legs
parted to grant Master easier access.  He slid inside her wet channel with
a satisfied moan.  He glanced at his other slave.  "Ass." She immediately
turned and assumed the same position as her fellow slave.  Master shoved a
finger into her ass even as he fucked the other's pussy.  After a few
minutes, Master was tired of pussy and pulled out.  As he slammed into the
waiting ass, he called out for his guests to come and enjoy what his slaves
had to offer.  He didn't need to look to know that both slaves were
smiling. After all, Master knew what they needed.  *****

   Bonus - Teaser (Only ever published in the whole volume) Every drop of
water that cascaded down her skin made her shiver, adding to the sensations
of what he was doing to her.  The tile wall was cool beneath her palms, the
water hot on her back.  He nudged her legs apart and she spread them
willingly.  When he palmed her ass cheeks, a thrill of anticipation went
through her.  "Talk to me," it was a command, not a request.  "Yes,
Master," her voice was barely a whisper.  Part of her was terrified of what
he would do to her; another part couldn't wait to find out what he was
going to do next.  "What do you want?" He again displayed his uncanny knack
for knowing what she was thinking.  She blurted out the first thing that
came to mind, the memory of his hand smacking her ass still fresh in her
mind.  "I want your mouth on me, Master." He chuckled, a low, male sound
that sent a rush of juices straight to her pussy.  "As you wish." She
squeaked as she felt his tongue probing somewhere she hadn't expected.  He
laughed again and the vibration traveled through his tongue and into the
puckered muscle it was trying to breach.  A stinging slap to one cheek
reminded her of what she was supposed to do.  "Please fuck my ass with your
tongue," she begged, the words falling from her mouth.  "Please, Master, I
want your tongue in my ass." She pushed herself back, forcing his tongue
even deeper.  "Then, I want your fingers, your cock, your fist..." ***** If
you enjoyed these teasers, the full volume of Close to the Edge is
available here: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/304959

   Book Two: Near the Edge

   To be published later in 2013, in the meantime......

   Chapter One She stared into his eyes, their faces only inches apart. 
His pupils were brown to black, only the thinnest sliver of bright green
remaining.  Her nipples ached and she knew his felt the same.  The
velvet-covered nipple clamps had been attached for hours.  What had once
been a sharp pinch had dulled to a steady throb and now to something dim in
the back of her mind, overpowered by everything else.  She flinched at the
sound of a loud crack, but it wasn't hers.  He cried out and she braced
herself, anticipating the blow that was coming.  Leather connected with her
back and she made a sound half-way between a groan and a cry.  Heat bloomed
across her skin.  Every stroke took her closer and closer to that place
where everything would be magnified, where even the lightest touch would
have weight.  Suddenly, his eyes widened and the moment she felt a pair of
hands on her hips, she understood why.  Every cell hummed with
anticipation. Their bodies jerked towards each other as the men behind them
buried their cocks in the tight heat of the couple's asses.  She keened,
her cries mingling with the whimpers falling from his mouth.  Her pussy was
soaked, her juices flowing down her inner thighs.  She was dimly aware of
the crowd cheering as the men fucked her and her husband, driving her past
the painful stretch and pull and into the near-pleasure burn that she
craved.  Every thrust pushed them towards each other, their lips parted as
if ready to kiss.  She couldn't take her eyes off him, his expression one
of ecstasy-filled agony or agonizing ecstasy; she wasn't sure which.  The
sight alone was enough to make the pressure growing in her belly nearly
unbearable.  She could feel it building, her body working towards
explosion, towards release.  A sudden tug released the nipple clamps and
she shrieked as the blood rushed back into the numb flesh, that last little
bit of pain all she needed to start convulsing in pleasure.  His body
jerked and spasmed, ropes of cum painting the stage below as he followed
her over the edge.  And still, the men behind them continued to move. 
*****

   ABOUT THE AUTHOR Kristiene Gray (1982 - ) was born in Cheltenham on New
Year's Day.  She attended high class schools and a finishing college, where
she drifted deep into the BDSM scene as a means to escape her upbringing.
She left the scene when she felt she needed greater emotional attachment
than she was getting.  From there a successful career followed in digital
media sales, where she ended up employing someone (now very high profile)
who became the significant influence in her life.  Traumatised by family
tragedy and under increasing pressure at work, she decided to completely
de-stress her life by allowing all decisions for her to be taken by someone
- her employee with whom she was now deeply smitten.  This led to her
dropping her career and committing to do their bidding.  One task was to
write and has led her to create a series of two "factional" trilogies to be
published in 2012-2013 based on her personal experiences, but still within
the confines of a coherent story.  The first, "The Life of Riley" published
as a series of episodes that build three volumes, covers the real and
explicit content she felt missing from the E.L.  James Fifty Shades series,
whilst the second, "Close to the Edge" covers even darker genres.  Because
of the public profile of the major influencer, she keeps her private
details very private.  www.kristienegray.com @KristieneGray