Two Years of Submission

A succession of extreme bondage practices through the entire erotic novel.
“I’ve worked with different lengths of chains. This is about as short as I can have them and still get all my work done on time. I’ve had a lot of practice.” A girl slave is recovered and begins to tell about her two years of submission.
Here male and female figures are intertwined in each chapter where however love mingles nicely with the suffering and the character’s perversions. And, where you readers will enjoy Male(s) and female(s) dominating female(s); master or mistress dominating one or more females and one female dominating more females. A hot romantic novel seasoned with all bondage activities done by perverted male and female for themselves or on slaves.

She showed him everything. All of her kinky outfits and clothes, every chain, rope, and strap. All of the hoods, gags, and blindfolds. She even showed him the leather single glove and strait jacket. “You obviously can’t use some of these alone. Have you told other boyfriends about this?” “Well, not right from the start, but later in the relationship. That’s usually what ends it. Either they freak out and bolt right away, or they just want to tie me up and beat me senseless. Then I end up breaking it off. I’ve never showed any of them everything like this.” “Beat you what?” She went to the closet and brought out a red Rubbermaid box that looked like it was made to store sweaters. She opened the lid, and dumped the contents onto the bed. It was filled with small whips, floggers, paddles, and even a riding crop or two. Jim picked up one that looked like a leather covered ping pong paddle. “You liked to get spanked?” “Sometimes I do, but not to the point of injury.” “How about right now?” “You could if you wanted to.” “I could do anything I want, if I wanted to. Try to remember that you’re all chained up and helpless.” He slapped the paddle against the palm of his hand. “Do you want to get spanked right now?” “Spankings always make me horny, and I’m already really horny, so I guess it doesn’t matter. You can give me a few swats if you want to try it.” “I think I will” he said with a grin. “I was afraid you’d say that.” “But you just told me too?” he said, very confused. “I’m kidding. Relax, and have fun. How do you want me?” she asked. “I’m kind of new at this. Whatever you think is best.”

She cleared the bed, and stacked a couple of pillows, one on top of the other, then laid on them with the stack just under her stomach. This caused her a…. to jut out like an offering. “You’ll have to do my skirt. I can’t reach it” she told him. He pulled the leather uniform skirt and the petticoats out of the way. “Between the strap running up you’re a… …., and the garter belt straps, this really makes a nice picture.” “Thank you, I think.” “Trust me, it was a compliment. Which one of these hurts the most?” “Just use the one you have. Does it really matter?” “I asked you a question” he said sternly. “It depends where it hits me.” “Now we’re playing word games. Okay, I’ll bite. Where do you usually get hit?” “I didn’t mean it like that. I usually get hit on my …., but sometimes on my …. or ….. At other times on my back with floggers and whips. I’ve even had my p…. and c… whipped. I don’t like that at all, but when you’re tied so tight, you can’t move a muscle, and you’re gagged, it’s hard to complain much.” “On a scale of one to ten, what would you call the paddle I have in my hand?” “That’s a six or a seven, but it also depends on the number of swats. Even the lightest paddle is really going to begin to sting after a while. Also, if my skin was wet, it would go up to an eight or nine.” “So it would hurt more if your skin was wet? I can figure out on my own that the more I hit you, the more it will hurt.

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