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Ropes for Holly and Other Captivating Tales of B&D [MultiFormat]
eBook by Valentine Adams

eBook Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
eBook Description: Read With Asbestos Gloves, Heat Rating 100%! Valentine Adams, author of the bestselling novels Model Slave and Soul Bound, presents a scorching collection of novelettes and short stories about women who love to submit and men who love to dominate. In "Maximum Contract," a young woman enters into a strange contract that enforces strict obedience but pays lucratively. In "Day in the Park," a woman encounters a good looking stranger and finds herself bound by the bonds of passion before the day is out. In "Suzanna's Crossing," a woman offers to trade herself for job, and finds she is looking forward to being controlled. In "College Life," Ronnie and her boyfriend are into b&d, and they won't be satisfied until they have roped her roommate Micki into the games. In "Landlord's Pleasure," a landlord, worn out from dealing with bad plumbing and deadbeat tenants, encounters a sweet young woman who can't pay her rent and makes him an offer he can't refuse. Plus, "Ropes for Holly," "On Her Knees," and "Special Attention." Don't miss this one-of-a-kind Valentine Adams collection.

eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, Published: 2006
Fictionwise Release Date: July 2006


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COLLEGE LIFE
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PART I

I've never been much on writing things down, but I decided recently that I should really consider keeping a diary. I don't have any idea if I will keep it up for long, but I'm going to try, so here goes.

First let me introduce myself. My name is Michelle, but my family and friends have always called me Micki. That is, with the exception of Ronni. She calls me Puppy. And she has since day one. Her real name is Veronica, but don't ever call her that unless you want serious trouble on your hands. I'm twenty-four years old. I'll be twenty-five in less than three months. I'm five feet four and weigh about one hundred ten pounds. I have really dark brown hair, almost black and really dark brown eyes.

My complexion is fairly light but I tan really easily and like to stay fairly tanned most of the year. I think of myself as weak physically, although I am a runner and I have good long distance endurance. I run two or three miles everyday on a treadmill. I can hold my breath for more than three minutes. But I don't have strength in my arms and hands. I like being a girl. I like dressing like a girl and doing girl things to myself like shaving my legs and underarms. And I have several things pierced including my ears. I love make-up, blushes, eye shadows, lip color, nail polish and fragrances. And I love to dress like a girl. I love short skirts and anything else that shows a lot of my legs. I have great legs. I love silky fabrics, especially against my naked skin. I also love girls' shoes, especially heels, although I think suede clogs are sorta sexy.

I grew up in a fairly normal upper-middle class home on the east coast. My dad is a vice president of sales and marketing for a pretty large company and my mom is a surgical nurse. So I always had money for whatever I wanted, nice clothes, shoes, make-up, jewelry, cars. They both worked all the time and when I was in high school, I was pretty much on my own. I have an older sister, Joanne, and I had a pretty good relationship with her and some of her friends when I was in elementary and middle school, but Jo had gone away to college by my sophomore year so I came home to an empty house everyday. I was a good student and a cheerleader in high school.

I wasn't really much of a jock, but I played girls intramural sports for the friendship, so when I went away to college, I just sort of kept on doing the same things I did in high school. I went to a co-ed college, but it was one that had been an all girls school until ten years before I went there, so the student body was still about eighty-five percent female. I lived in a dorm my freshman year, at least officially I did. My roommate was a girl named Veronica Blaize. She was from Texas and her dad was a single parent. She totally bowled me over the first time I saw her. Ronni is almost six feet tall and even though she is thin, almost willowy, she gives you the first impression that she is huge. She really has a presence about herself. But what is most striking is that she is beautiful. She has black hair that comes almost down to her waist and is absolutely straight and like silk. Her eyes are deep green and even while they are laughing, you feel as though she could cut flesh with her look. She has a great figure and a really classic beauty to her face. Her teeth are perfect and she has incredible lips.

But this is about me, at least right at the moment. Ronni does play a major role in my life though. But let me start on that first day when I went to college. I had just turned eighteen the week before I left for school. It was in Georgia and it was the end of August, and hot as blue blazes. Fortunately, the dorm was air-conditioned. My room was on the first floor, which is deceptive. The first floor is not the ground floor in this building. The ground floor was laundry, lobby and recreational area. The next floor up was the first floor that had dorm rooms. We were in room 107, which was on the back of the West wing. It was the last room before the end stairway, so it was convenient to the parking lot, at least on the way out. We could only enter through the lobby that ran through the building and had both front and rear doors.

My parents had helped me move my stuff into the room and I had gotten my things put away and had gone out with them to lunch before they left to go home. They had been gone maybe an hour when the door to the room burst open and this incredible woman strolled in as if she owned the place. I would come to understand in a matter of days that after a certain fashion, she did own it and most every other place she chose to stay for any period of time. She was wearing a pair of the shortest Daisy Duke jean shorts I had ever seen to that point in my life. He legs, which were beautifully tanned, were bare down to a pair of tan western boots which had at least two-inch heels. Her top was a white teeshirt advertising "Dick's Last Resort".

When she came in, I was sitting on my bed, which was in the far right hand corner of the room from the doorway. I had stacked my two pillows against the headboard and was reading a novel. She dropped the three bags she was carrying at the foot of my bed and stood there with her hands on her hips.

The first thing I noticed after her fabulous body were those piercing green eyes framed by nearly black brows and eyeshadows in shades of brown and then her luscious lips which curled into a nearly sadistic smile as she looked me up and down.

"How nice. They got me a puppy."

I smiled, if somewhat tentatively, and made an effort at conversation.

"Hi, I guess I'm your room mate. My name is Michelle. But call me Micki, everybody does."

"No. You're puppy for now. I'll give you a name as soon as I figure out what it should be. Now, you're on my bed so you need to move this stuff."

With that, she grasped the comforter and top sheet in her right hand and pulled them up and tossed them on the other bed.

"You'll sleep there."

Without any other comment, she turned and left the room. I wasn't exactly sure what to think. I mean, I didn't mind changing beds if that would make for better relations. So I pulled the rest of the linens from the bed and started making the other one with my things. I had almost finished when she came back into the room, this time dragging a large trunk behind her with her right hand. It rolled along on the wheels on one end. Under the left arm was another barrel bag, which she tossed on my freshly made bed.

"After you finish there, my stuff is in that bag. I'd like the blue sheets on my bed, and the rest of the stuff in there can go in the closet."

I was totally shocked by her behavior. I didn't quite know what to do. I didn't want to get off to a bad start with someone I was going to have to live with for the next nine months. So after considering all the alternatives, I figured that she was just abrupt and needed the help since she was late getting there.

Finally, I just shrugged it off and opened her bag and found the light blue sheets and made her bed for her. While I was doing that, she made several more trips, hauling up a stereo, computer with a giant screen monitor, printer, a box of CDs and a closet full of hanging clothes.

"Puppy, I'm going to turn in the rental trailer. While I'm gone, get those four bags unpacked and put the stuff in the dresser. I like my underwear in the top drawer and the heavier stuff in the lower drawers. When I get back, we'll go out and see what sorta trouble there is around here to get into."

With that she was gone. And I was flabbergasted. The very nerve of this girl. Who did she think she was anyway? There was no way I was going to put up with such rudeness. She really had a thing or two to learn about manners. Still, I had to consider my own good manners. And I didn't want to get off on the wrong foot, no matter how rude she seemed to be. Besides, what harm would there be in helping her get her stuff put away? Plus, it would give me an opportunity to look through her stuff without being nosey.

Okay, I talked myself into doing as she asked. No, she didn't ask. She directed. But that was probably just because she was nervous. She was in a new situation. And she suddenly had a new roommate. I could understand that. So I did it.

She had really nice stuff. But the best of it was stuff that doesn't get seen. Her undies were first rate. Silk and satin stuff, most of which was black. And some of it was pretty unusual. The first bag was full of panties, tap pants, slips, camisoles and several sports bras, a garter belt, socks and the like. The second had teeshirts and knit tops along with about a dozen pairs of athletic shorts and jean shorts.

But the third bag totally floored me. The first thing I pulled from it was a red satin corset bodice sort of thing covered with black lace. The laces in the back were black as well, and there were black garter straps hanging from the bottom of it. The second item was even more bizarre. It was very similar in style to the corset but was soft black leather. As I dug into the bag, I found other strange things. There were soft leather straps that looked long enough to go around a wrist or ankle and another was longer, maybe for her neck like a collar. There was a black braided leather leash. I put all that stuff in the bottom drawer and pushed it closed. Then in the bottom of the bag, there was a drawstring bag similar to one you might carry shoes in. It made noises when I lifted it from the suitcase, so I pulled it open. I was speechless. Inside there were handcuffs and several other things, some black leather pieces and some metal which I chose to ignore. I also put the bag into the bottom drawer after pulling the string tight again. Then I turned my attention to the trunk, only to find that it was locked. So I just rolled it over to the foot of her bed.

By that time, I guess she had been gone close to an hour. I stretched out on my "new bed" and started reading again. I must have dozed off and when I realized it, I became aware that someone else was in the room. When I looked up suddenly, she smiled down at me.

"Tired puppy?"

"A little, I guess."

"Well, git up and let's git outa here!"

"Okay, but do you know I don't even know your name?"

"Ronni. You aren't goin dressed like that are you?"

I didn't think I was dressed so badly. I had on a pair of peach shorts, a white knit top, and white flats. And when I looked at her, she wasn't dressed as well as I. She had on black denim Daisy Duke shorts, a black knit sleeveless top, and black kid western boots. She had the black leather collar around her throat and one of the smaller black leather straps around her left bicep. Her eyes were made up with charcoal and plum shadows with heavy black liner completely around them and her lip were plum red.

"How should I dress?"

"Trashy."

She turned away from me and started pulling my dresser drawers open and digging through my stuff looking for something. I could see then that she had used her eye pencil and drawn heavy lines to look like seams down the backs of her legs.

"God! Who are you? Mary friggin' Poppins? Don't you have any trashy shit to wear?"

She turned around and caught me looking at her legs and immediately flashed me a big grin.

"Look good don't they. I put the seams on 'em 'cause it draws peoples' attention to 'em and they're my best feature. C'mon puppy, we gotta go shoppin' for you. I can't have any possession of mine lookin' like Little Miss Debbie. Get your shoes on."

And within seconds we were headed out the door. Ronni was about four steps ahead of me going down the stairs and making comments over her shoulder as we headed down.

"What size are you, about a three? Yeah, you're about a three. Whacha drivin'?"

"I don't have a car with me this semester. My folks thought it would be best for me to settle into a routine here before I started running around Savannah."

"Little do they know. Well, we'll have to take mine. But pretty soon, you'll have to do the drivin'. I'd rather play than drive."

I didn't know exactly what that meant, but it was just one of many things about Ronni that I didn't understand.

"Ronni? What did you mean when you said that you couldn't have any possession of yours dressing like Little Debbie?"

"I meant, your stuff is way too sweet. It's okay if you want to look like that in class, but jeez, not when you're cruisin'."

"No, I didn't mean that part. I meant the possession part."

"What about it?"

"You said ... never mind."

Her car turned out to be a Dodge Durango. Like most everything about Ronni so far, it was black. And the side and rear windows were black. I noticed the Texas license plate.

"You're from Texas."

"Yeah, I already knew that. You should have too. Didn't you get the room mate profile? I got yours. That's why I know you so well."

"How do you mean you know me so well?"

"Look puppy, you're the baby in your family. Middle class. Cheer leader. Popular. You're small. Not very athletic. No political offices in school. But most of the right stuff. Pretty bright student, but no Rhodes Scholar. You're a natural born follower. And you're a looker. If I had ordered you from a catalog, you couldn't have been better. Plus, you passed your first tests with flying colors. So just chill. I'll take care of you. I'll see that you make dean's list and do enough of the right stuff to make your folks happy. But more importantly, I'll see that you are satisfied. That you have just what you want and need, even if you don't know it yet. Trust me. Ronni is the best thing that's ever happened to you."

"What tests?"

"You took direction well."


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