| Author: | Ann Minx | ISBN: | 1230000009634 |
| Publisher: | Virgin Slut Erotica | Publication: | August 4, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Ann Minx |
| ISBN: | 1230000009634 |
| Publisher: | Virgin Slut Erotica |
| Publication: | August 4, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
When an executive allows her master to auction her service off for a day of BDSM submission, she is both a little reluctance and apprehensive. Is she ready for this? Will the day fulfill all of her deepest ménage and submissive fantasies?
Excerpt:
She was only bent for two or three seconds at the most but she knew it would be enough to have them talking about it all the way back to the hotel. Marcelle of course, infatuated as he was, would not believe a word of what they may tell him, he was more likely to punish them for spreading malicious lies about the valued customer Mrs. Kerr.
Once the table was laid to her satisfaction she pointed out the trolley and had them lay the sweet dishes on it and then she ushered them out of the house with a five-pound tip.
She checked the table again and then a final check in the living room. Everything seemed in order, she ran back upstairs, her Master was now fully dressed and was dabbing some aftershave. She wondered exactly what he had planned for the evening, he rarely used pain to any great extent preferring exposing her, humiliating her, and embarrassing her, or at least trying to, and generally controlling her. She loved every minute although in the vanilla world she would be less keen.
The doorbell rang again; her heart gave a little jump. It, whatever 'it' was, was about to start, up to now it had been a case of running around the house virtually naked, a little bit of exposure and not very much more but now whatever her Master had in mind was going to start.
Both scared and excited she hung the robe back up and, dressed, as her Master required she set off down the stairs.
The house had double doors and to show her confidence she flung both open wide to greet his visitors.
A tall man in his thirties stood there with a smaller slender young woman in her late twenties Marian judged the other woman had short black hair and was wearing a black coat. Her eyes on seeing Marian went through a range of shock, disbelief, relief and then it seemed panic.
"Please come in,” said Marian politely as her Master came downstairs.
"Hello there" he greeted the man cordially, shaking his hand and blatantly ignoring the woman who looked almost pleadingly at Marian.
Marian paid no attention to the other woman's concern; she knew an opportunity would arise when they could speak alone.
"Masters, may I get you a drink" she addressed both men.
They both ordered whiskey and as she went to get the drinks the visiting Master turned to his companion "Slut, the coat."
The woman's eyes were wide with fear but she did unbutton the coat and slip it off. Beneath it she wore only black hold up stockings and high heels. Something about being naked in front of her partner and a stranger and of course Marian gave her confidence, her face took on a less troubled look and her back straightened pushing her breasts forward.
The Masters sat on chairs and Marian sat on the floor in front of her Master with her legs bent in front of her and a little apart and her arms by their sides, she indicated to the other woman that she should do likewise. This position allowed both Masters to see their breasts clearly and some of their pussies. Should they want to see more it was simple for the women to spread their legs wider?
Instead Master spoke "Resident Slut bring two RCB's and two special cushions, take Visiting Slut with you, her Master and I wish to speak alone for a moment or two"
When an executive allows her master to auction her service off for a day of BDSM submission, she is both a little reluctance and apprehensive. Is she ready for this? Will the day fulfill all of her deepest ménage and submissive fantasies?
Excerpt:
She was only bent for two or three seconds at the most but she knew it would be enough to have them talking about it all the way back to the hotel. Marcelle of course, infatuated as he was, would not believe a word of what they may tell him, he was more likely to punish them for spreading malicious lies about the valued customer Mrs. Kerr.
Once the table was laid to her satisfaction she pointed out the trolley and had them lay the sweet dishes on it and then she ushered them out of the house with a five-pound tip.
She checked the table again and then a final check in the living room. Everything seemed in order, she ran back upstairs, her Master was now fully dressed and was dabbing some aftershave. She wondered exactly what he had planned for the evening, he rarely used pain to any great extent preferring exposing her, humiliating her, and embarrassing her, or at least trying to, and generally controlling her. She loved every minute although in the vanilla world she would be less keen.
The doorbell rang again; her heart gave a little jump. It, whatever 'it' was, was about to start, up to now it had been a case of running around the house virtually naked, a little bit of exposure and not very much more but now whatever her Master had in mind was going to start.
Both scared and excited she hung the robe back up and, dressed, as her Master required she set off down the stairs.
The house had double doors and to show her confidence she flung both open wide to greet his visitors.
A tall man in his thirties stood there with a smaller slender young woman in her late twenties Marian judged the other woman had short black hair and was wearing a black coat. Her eyes on seeing Marian went through a range of shock, disbelief, relief and then it seemed panic.
"Please come in,” said Marian politely as her Master came downstairs.
"Hello there" he greeted the man cordially, shaking his hand and blatantly ignoring the woman who looked almost pleadingly at Marian.
Marian paid no attention to the other woman's concern; she knew an opportunity would arise when they could speak alone.
"Masters, may I get you a drink" she addressed both men.
They both ordered whiskey and as she went to get the drinks the visiting Master turned to his companion "Slut, the coat."
The woman's eyes were wide with fear but she did unbutton the coat and slip it off. Beneath it she wore only black hold up stockings and high heels. Something about being naked in front of her partner and a stranger and of course Marian gave her confidence, her face took on a less troubled look and her back straightened pushing her breasts forward.
The Masters sat on chairs and Marian sat on the floor in front of her Master with her legs bent in front of her and a little apart and her arms by their sides, she indicated to the other woman that she should do likewise. This position allowed both Masters to see their breasts clearly and some of their pussies. Should they want to see more it was simple for the women to spread their legs wider?
Instead Master spoke "Resident Slut bring two RCB's and two special cushions, take Visiting Slut with you, her Master and I wish to speak alone for a moment or two"
