{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"15420662-27cd-48ee-88f9-8abd3ff0f16a","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2018-09-07T19:01:45.711Z","title":"The Music Room. The Sequel","slug":"the-music-room-the-sequel","shortId":"svRH3rcA","authorNote":null,"disclaimer":null,"type":"Novella","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Sequel to \\\"The music room\\\" for those who want the details spelled out for them instead of using their imagination. (You know who you are)","partCount":3,"parts":[{"partId":"17950a76-da5c-4296-8444-f98c90b4d6a2","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\n\nThe Music Room. \n\n\n\nNotes from a Diary\n\n\n\nWednesday February 7th\n\n\n\nDear Diary:\n\n\n\nLast night Ge","wordCount":1224,"readTime":6,"number":1,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"c5385529-0190-4a68-b6f5-108a6f96e5a9","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\n\nThe Music Room The sequel Ch1\n\n\n\n\n\nIt’s nice of Lola to forget my birthday! I mean, the girl is\n","wordCount":848,"readTime":4,"number":2,"state":"Published"},{"partId":"6721369e-fef7-4c4a-ae41-8329fcb61e85","title":null,"summary":"\n\n\n\nThe music room, The sequel Ch 2\n\n\n\nI reached for the whip.\n\n\n\nBlindfolded, Lola cannot know what","wordCount":2352,"readTime":12,"number":3,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"\n\n

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The Music Room.

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Notes from a Diary

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Wednesday February 7^th

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Dear Diary:

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Last night George again proposed anal sex, and again, I\nrefused. I cannot help it. I just cannot relax back there. I shut up like a\nclam. Even when I am really excited I freeze if he touches me there.

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I’ve had anal intercourse once, years ago, with Paul, my boyfriend in college. I wish I could\nsay it was horrible and that I hated it. It wasn’t. It hurt, a little, but it\nwasn’t too bad, and … For heaven’s sake, let’s just admit it. I fucking liked\nit!

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Of course I did not tell him I liked it. What would he think\nof me? In any case, I felt guilty about it, so it was good that we broke up\nsoon after. Anal sex has been out of bounds since, and it never was a problem,\nuntil I met George.

\n\n

It is obvious that having me anally is important to him. He\ncan have my mouth and my pussy anytime he wants, and he does. He knows what to\ndo, and does, to make my insides explode like a firecracker went off in there.\nBut he wants more. And I want to give it to him. But I can’t.

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Friday February 9^th

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Dear Diary:

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I cannot consent to this penetration. It just isn’t right. I\ncannot enjoy this. That would wrong. What would it make me?

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Sunday February 11^th

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Dear Diary:

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I think I’ve stumbled on a solution. I cannot allow George\nto fuck me in the ass. That would make me such a whore. So I don’t allow him. I\ndo not give him permission to do that. But if he wants to do it, he can. I must\nget things ready for his birthday. That is when it will happen.

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February 16^th

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Dear Diary;

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You are not going to believe this! I went into a sex shop.\nMe the big prude! I saw all the stuff they have there, and bought a vibrator. Hmmm, yummy. I tried to insert it in my ass, but no joy. I\ncould not get it in. I put a lot of jelly in it, but nope, tight as a … very\ntight thing. I could not bear to actually buy any of the stuff they had there\nfor anal use, but I ordered it from a webpage. I ordered it sent via Fedex, so\nit should be here soon.

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February 21^st

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Dear Diary: The Fedex package is here. I saw all the stuff.\nThere is a ball gag, leather cuffs, and a blindfold. Also I got\n three dildos, the largest is a\nfoot long, and three inches wide! I don’t think he can use that in my bum; it\ncannot possibly stretch that far, although I have seen some movie clips in the\nnet that make you wonder. There are three butt plugs; the largest is 4 inches\nwide. I am so afraid of what will happen\nnext week. George knows nothing of this, of course.

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February 24^th

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Dear Diary:

\n\n

Everything is ready. I found this tack shop near the polo\ngrounds. I bought a whip, and a crop. I also got some lengths of leather thong.\nI really do not know what will happen. I found a rattan cane at the thrift shop\nand bought that too. It is springy and makes a swoosh noise when you swing it\nthrough the air. I am so scared. My insides are in knots from fear; but my\npussy is so wet…

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March 1^st

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Dear Diary:

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Today is the day. I don’t know if I can go through with\nthis. George left for his office early, before I got up. I wonder if he thinks\nI forgot his birthday…

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I got the music room ready. It was a bit of a hassle to\nrearrange the furniture, but the couch is out of the way. If he needs a bed,\nthe Murphy bed will serve. The leather chair is in a corner, and the credenza\nis against the wall. I set the track\nlighting to illuminate the center from all sides. I checked and there will be\nno shadows. I wonder if George ever thought about this when he had the\nsoundproof room built. I have only seen him use it to play classical music.\nI’ve got to go get everything ready.

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Dear Diary;

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It is now . I\ndon’t have too much time, George will be here at six, and so much remains to be\ndone. I placed all the sex toys in a box, on top of the credenza. I placed a\nnote explaining it.

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I also put a bottle of KY jelly inside. I hope he uses it.

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The whip, crop and cane are lying besides the box.

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I need to take a bath and get ready.

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Dear Diary:

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Where has the day gone? It is almost five. I took a nice\nwarm bath, and shaved all my hair down there. It was funny seeing me in the\nmirror trying to shave all my hair around my asshole. I am so nervous now. I am\nas smooth as a baby down there. I also gave myself an enema. It is funny; I can\nget the enema nozzle in there, but other than that, not even a finger. I also\ndid my hair, and make-up. I look gorgeous. I barely have time to write the\nletter and get myself ready in the music room.

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* * * *

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I am ready.

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I place the letter, written with purple ink, on crimson\npaper on the bedroom door. It reads:

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“Dear George:

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I very much want to be the woman you want me to be, in all\nrespects. I am sorry that I cannot, willingly, give you what you want. I guess\nthe nuns messed me up more than I thought.

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I do however want you to have whatever you want from me so:

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You are just going to have to take it yourself.

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Your present is in the music room.

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Don’t say anything.

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Happy Birthday my love.”

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The room is warm, dark except for the spot in the center. I\nhave passed a belt over the beam in the center, and the leather cuffs hang from\nthe belt. I give a final check to the credenza. Everything is as it should be.\nThe bullwhip, crop and cane, neatly arranged beside the box. My note, on the\nbox:

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“Darling:

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I am giving you\neverything. Tonight and always. But I may not be able\nto control myself. That’s what the gag is for. Tonight only moans and screams\nshould come out of my mouth, and only … you, should be coming in. Use the gag\nif I say anything or object, or simply if you feel like it.

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Remove it if you want\nto hear me scream or moan.

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Have fun with me.

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Lola”

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A small stool sits under the cuffs. I tie his birthday card\naround my throat, hanging between my breasts. I am sure he will like the\nmessage:

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“No safe words

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No limits

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No mercy

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Happy Birthday”

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I notice my wetness,\ncool even though I turned the thermostat up today. I get on the stool. I put on\nthe blindfold. Have I forgotten anything? Once I put on the cuffs, there is no\nturning back. I put my wrists in the cuffs, just as I practiced. I do not know\nwhat time it is. I kick the stool off and hang from my wrists. My toes do not\nreach the floor. I did not know my wrists would hurt like that. I feel a pang\nof regret. Then I think. “That will probably be the least of the pain I will\nsuffer today” I hang and wait, time stands still.

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The click of his key in the door.

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Panic: Oh my God, I hope he hasn’t brought any friends from\nwork. Steps. His steps, only his; I sigh in relief.

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The door opens. I am silent.

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The end

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PS:

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If you want details, you can read the sequel.

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Otherwise: Use your\nimagination!

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