| Author: | Grace Vilmont | ISBN: | 9781310411526 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri | Publication: | April 4, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Grace Vilmont |
| ISBN: | 9781310411526 |
| Publisher: | Elliot Silvestri |
| Publication: | April 4, 2014 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Alan has always known he was a submissive. Finding Ilona was both a stroke of luck and his dream come true. Her putting him into a chastity cage was no big deal. That was easy. It was when she started introducing Alan to other aspects of what she expected from her chaste partner that he started to have second thoughts.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of four.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, enforced male chastity, group sex, some BDSM themes, female dominance, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“Good. I have something to tell you. I’m only telling you because I respect you and you deserve to know. It won’t change our relationship unless you let it.”
I was worried but I tried not to let it show. “What?” My voice didn’t quaver when I asked it. That made me relieved.
“I have a date tonight. It’s a guy I’ve been talking to online. He’s not a sub. He’s just a guy I want to sleep with. I need to do this.”
“What?” My brain wasn’t registering what she was saying. Ilona just continued. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“I want you to stay here in bed waiting for me. When we’re done, I’ll come home to you. I’m not going to have a relationship with him. It’s just sex. I need sex from more than one man. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” I replied numbly. I didn’t, but I said I did.
“If you are good, if you stay here in the bedroom chained up like a good boy, I’ll reward you when I get home, okay?”
“Why?” I asked. I wasn’t crying. At least I was pretty sure I wasn’t crying.
“Because I need to do this. My body, my psyche, craves more than just one man. Because you are my sub and I am your domme and you need to do what I tell you.” She gently pushed me down to a sitting position on the bed and kissed me on the forehead. “You can do this, I know you can.”
“I can do this,” I parroted back to her.
“If this works out well, maybe I’ll let you watch next time.”
Alan has always known he was a submissive. Finding Ilona was both a stroke of luck and his dream come true. Her putting him into a chastity cage was no big deal. That was easy. It was when she started introducing Alan to other aspects of what she expected from her chaste partner that he started to have second thoughts.
This is a 10,000 word novella intended for adult audiences. Part one of four.
Content warning: This story features graphic sex, enforced male chastity, group sex, some BDSM themes, female dominance, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“Good. I have something to tell you. I’m only telling you because I respect you and you deserve to know. It won’t change our relationship unless you let it.”
I was worried but I tried not to let it show. “What?” My voice didn’t quaver when I asked it. That made me relieved.
“I have a date tonight. It’s a guy I’ve been talking to online. He’s not a sub. He’s just a guy I want to sleep with. I need to do this.”
“What?” My brain wasn’t registering what she was saying. Ilona just continued. She knew exactly what she was doing.
“I want you to stay here in bed waiting for me. When we’re done, I’ll come home to you. I’m not going to have a relationship with him. It’s just sex. I need sex from more than one man. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” I replied numbly. I didn’t, but I said I did.
“If you are good, if you stay here in the bedroom chained up like a good boy, I’ll reward you when I get home, okay?”
“Why?” I asked. I wasn’t crying. At least I was pretty sure I wasn’t crying.
“Because I need to do this. My body, my psyche, craves more than just one man. Because you are my sub and I am your domme and you need to do what I tell you.” She gently pushed me down to a sitting position on the bed and kissed me on the forehead. “You can do this, I know you can.”
“I can do this,” I parroted back to her.
“If this works out well, maybe I’ll let you watch next time.”
