Carrie's Story: An Erotic S/M Novel by Molly Weatherfield Page A

Still, the lawyers who wrote these papers
were rather talented pornographers and, within the defini tions of consensuality, managed to make it sound as though
this were the aaciezz regizne and the c)roit dzz ieigzzenr were still a
going thing."

    "So it's completely legal? And how do they keep it so
secret?"
    "Probably it could be challenged in court at certain
points. But it isn't, and probably for the same reasons that
we don't get reporters sniffing around. Most of the people
involved in this thing are rich, and some of them are spectacularly, metaphysically rich. I wouldn't exactly say a fix is
in, but there is influence at play and payoffs can always be
made."
    "Swell," I said grimly, "just the crowd I want to hang
with. This isn't the part I like to think about, you know."
    "I know," he said. "Neither do I. That's part of what Kate
means about my being a romantic amateur. She never forgets
the bigger picture for a minute."
    "So, who is she?" I asked, wiping my mouth. I didn't
think he'd really tell me, but I liked to see how far I could go
during these little time-out periods when the rules were suspended. And, more than just about anything, I wanted to hear
about Ms. Clarke. I could see him start to say that it was none
of my business. But instead he took a deep breath.
    "Kate? Yes, well. Um. Well, as she said, she's my oldest
friend and lover. I mean, we grew up together, our parents
were friends, we grew up playing sports and playing doctor.
I'm a year older and Kate is about a decade tougher. I honestly can't remember a time when I wasn't sexually involved
with Kate, if just at the level of peeking and groping. And
then a whole lot of early teenage experimentation. First just
screwing, hours and hours of it, but then we discovered pain, and power. Domination, control. Together, I mean we
just sort of stumbled into it, maybe because being so close
made us so brave and foolhardy. Or maybe, really, it all
came about because Kate was gutsy enough to demand what
she wanted, in so tough a voice that it scared us both, and
started us thinking about a whole other level of desire and
expression. Whatever it was, when we got started-God, it
was like two teenage science prodigies setting up a lab in
the basement. And practically blowing up the house. We did
some ridiculous and dangerous things. I've got scars. I guess
you've seen them."

    "Yes," I said wistfully, just about dying of awe and envy,
"I have. Uh, who's, who's...?" I found myself asking the question, but then I couldn't get the words out.
    But he was amazingly forthcoming. "The top, you mean?
Well, me, for starters, of course. I mean, we read Story of O,
too. But then we read a lot of other stuff, we tried lots of
stuff straight out of the books. Vezzzz,i is Furi, naturally. Even
Bataille, though we really didn't get more than sticky with
eggs and milk. We played from lots of angles, lots of roles.
All in all, it was pretty polymorphous-perverse, and it still is,
which I guess is what you really want to know about. I mean,
we don't use hardware at all anymore. It's more like that joke
about the prison, where the prisoners know all the jokes so
well that they just call them out by number and everybody
laughs. Kate and I know so many of the same scenes, and we
know each other so well, we can run lots of different and contrasting scenes very economically in a short time, just out of
fucking and eye contact."
    She dumped him, he said, just before his senior year
in high school. He was stunned. He had thought they'd be together forever. "Together how?" she'd asked. "With our
parents buying us the big spread down the road? Oivnii:g
things together? Uh-uh, sweetie." It took him awhile to figure
it out, but it wasn't quite so terrible when he realized that they
could still fuck from time to time.

    "And then, when I was at college, I got to go to a slave
auction, for the first time. Uncle Harry took me. And there,
on one