An Erotica Short Story - Owned: Carla

Tue, 11/16/2010 - 13:01
Submitted by Anonymous

This is an excerpt from my Novella called “Owned.” Let me know what you think!

The day before Gregory’s death, Carla gave him a final phone call.

“Gregory here.”

“I’m ready.” Every day the persistence burned inside of her, and its searing agony shot up to her ass and breasts, still sensitive from the night before. In fact, she rubbed it with her skirt, trying not to whimper too loudly over the phone.

“Have you been good today?” He asked.

“Yes,” Carla weakly responded.

“Yes what?”

“Yes… sir.” It still made her uncomfortable to address him like that. “Please will you allow me the… would you allow me to…?” Carla’s cries grew uncontrollably loud. “Sorry sir,” she said. “I had forgotten – “

“You always seem to disappoint me.” Gregory’s indifference scared Carla; it gave her no indication of the punishments she’d receive later. “Do you do this on purpose?” He asked. “Are you this insubordinate on purpose?”

“No sir,” She cried out. “I’d never – “

“You know how I feel about that. Do you remember what I said?”

“I have to appreciate my servitude to you,” Carla said solemnly. “I have to remember my lessons and prove my obedience to you in this way.”

“You can remember all that but you can’t a simple fucking ‘sir’ to your request?”

She squeezed her thighs tightly together. “You know this is so hard for me, Sir.”

“What is?” Gregory asked.

“To talk to you. It makes me too excited.”

The sunlight pierced through the window and shot a beam straight into her eyes. Carla relaxed on the bed, allowing her legs to naturally spread open. And it was then that she felt the impatience numb her anxious puss.

“Please sir,” Carla repeated. “Can I please pleasure myself for you?”

She can tell he was smirking on the other side of the phone. His voice fluttered uncontrollably; at this point Gregory could get Carla to do anything he wanted. On occasion, she had to lie on the front yard, naked. Once a postal worker saw her, and Carla was so nervous she leapt back into the house. Gregory spanked her extra hard that night for being so daft.

“While I hate to rush, I have to get on the road soon. So, you gotta do it now.”

She squealed uncontrollably.

“But,” he said, heavy emphasis to beat her excitement back down into submission. “You know you’re not allowed to comeuntil I tell you too.”

“Yes sir.” Carla grabbed his pillow and fluffed it up so it was nice and big and buoyant, then she stuffed it in between her legs. The panties she wore were mesh and bright blue; Carla thought they might work to make her all the more sensitive so she can come quickly for him if she had to. But, they were far too smooth. she pulled them aside and let her bare pussy rub against his textured cotton pillow. Already the slickness made the fibers of the pillow into wet velvety strands that weakly bristled Carla’s clitoris.

Gregory’s hot, brief breaths crept into Carla’s ears. They were inconsistently delivered, as if to indicate his every awkward movement, the shifting of his belt strap as it slid from the buckle. She could even hear the slapping of flesh on flesh, or something like it. Carla hoped he was doing the same, but she knew she could never ask. He would let her know if he wanted to. But, a greater punishment was keeping her in suspense. Perhaps Carla wasn’t exciting enough to keep his attentions. Or perhaps he was entertained by someone else.

Instead, Carla relied on only the heavy breaths and his silent judgment to pull her through. Am I doing it well? Can you see me? Of course he could. She looked up at the black semi-globe above her, a serious-looking blue glass ball with a camera hiding inside of it. She leaned her head back and straddled the pillow in between her thick thighs. Carla’s crispy black hair fell off her shoulders. Her eyes closed, Carla heard Gregory grunt. And the more Gregory surrendered these brief, unrepressed moments of desire, Carla sped up her ride, thrusting twice as quickly as she could. Her breath quickened too, slipping in and out of her spit-laden mouth.

Tell me I’m good, Carla thought. Tell me I’m doing a good job.

“No talking,” Gregory said, tempering his voice just enough to exude some air of control, commanding Carla’s attention. “What… did I tell you… about talking, huh?”

Carla hadn’t realized she had begged the request out loud. She apologized profusely, “I didn’t meant to – “

“Shut up!” Gregory’s voice rippled, breaking into cacophonic bullets that jolted Carla up from her pillow. He kept telling her to shut up, shut up, a million little demands, each one eliciting an unique desire. Anger and ecstasy. Suffering and sadness.

Soon, the shut ups melted into moans, and by then Carla was well aware of her owner’s activities. She stared into the camera and wondered when it was her turn to come.

Gregory coughed; his throat pulled up a wet ring of mucus that made Carla briefly nauseous. “That’s enough,” he said.

“But, will I be allowed to – “

“Not now.”

Carla asked timidly if she could call him later. “I’ll do anything,” she begged. “If you can just let me finish for you.”

With Gregory silent, Carla could hear the congested muffle of speedy cars and trucks zooming by in the distance, car horns wailing as they passed him on the highway.

“I’m heading up the mountains tonight,” Gregory said. “There’s a good bet I won’t have reception.”

Carla frowned. “Okay.”

Gregory sucked his teeth, a sign of disappointment. “I’m going to have to be harder on you when I get back home.”

Carla sat up, staring mercifully at the camera above her. She talked to it, asking Gregory why she needed harder obedience.

“You know not to ask questions like that,” he answered.

“I’m sorry, sir.”

“Tell me who needs more.”

“I do.”


“I do. I need more, sir.” Carla curled up on the bed. Her demeanor changed, and her body was like a snake that had seductively retracted from the camera, as if about to pounce. Instead, she timidly looked up at him and hoped to gain his satisfaction.

“Turn around.”

Carla crawled over and faced the corner of the wall, her hind legs bent low. She rose her ass in the air and buried her head into her pillow. The phone was glued to her ear.

“Now shake it for me.”

Slowly, she swayed her butt from side to side. The T of her thong still clung to her right ass cheek. Carla pulled it farther away, oblivious to the tiny tears in the strap as it was slowly being stretched.

Then, Carla heard Gregory chuckle.

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll try and make a stop around dinner time.”

Carla excitedly sat up. “Are you serious?”

“Calm down.”

Carla slowly cowered back into her position.

“Will you please train me later tonight?”

Gregory sighed. “Fine,” he replied. “But make sure you’re around. If I get the machine again, I’ll be sure to make you wait until I get back.”

“I won’t this time,” Carla said. “I promise.”

Gregory said he loved her. Then he hung up the phone. Just like that. He once told Carla that if they never said goodbye, it was as if he never left.

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We all need a helping hand...I can help with editing

tom.penry's picture
Fri, 11/19/2010 - 14:20

  You have the talent to write literary-level erotica:However.
   There are too many pronouns without antecedents. Adjectives should be used much more sparingly. Lets chat soon.

Oh thank you! This story

Sat, 11/20/2010 - 11:46
Christina Cicchelli (not verified)

Oh thank you! This story hasn't been completely edited; I just spruced it up for blogging's sake (plus I couldn't find anything else to write about). But thank you for the notes; I always need a helping hand when it comes to grammar.