The Toymaker’s Guild: The Complete Series – #NewRelease #SaturdaySpanks #KindleUnlimited

 

Happy Saturday!

I am celebrating my latest release, a boxed set that includes all three novels in The Toymakers Guild trilogy. Currently it is available exclusively at Amazon – free on Kindle Unlimited. However, if you’re not on KU, the individual novels are on sale at all outlets.

I haven’t done a Saturday Spanks post in ages. The Toymakers Guild has a number of scenes involving spanking and other sorts of discipline, often involving some kind of sex toy or erotic device. For today’s post, I’ve got a brand new BDSM excerpt that involves testing some of the Toymakers’ artifacts.

Enjoy!

Blurb

At Randerley Hall, lust is a lubricant to creativity. Nothing is impossible. Nothing is forbidden.

Defying the repressive morality of the Victorian era, the Toymakers Guild uses advanced technology to fabricate bespoke sexual devices for the discrete pleasure of select clients. Its members are not only brilliant engineers but also sexual renegades seeking freedom from the prudish society that surrounds them.

Nineteen-year-old prodigy Gillian Smith arrives at Randerley to apply for an apprenticeship in the Guild. With her technical abilities and her lascivious temperament, she is eminently suited to join the Master Toymaker’s close-knit band of uninhibited erotic artisans. Gillian flourishes among the Toymakers, designing and implementing ever-more-outrageous carnal contraptions. Each voluptuous commission she completes, each sensual adventure she enjoys, binds her more tightly to the Guild and to the perverse, tortured genius who is its founder.

If you like brilliant, wanton women and kinky steam punk sex toys, dive into the alternate universe of the The Toymakers Guild.

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Excerpt (Rated X)

Gillian surveyed the machine, her admiration mixed with trepidation. It was clearly strong as well as aesthetically pleasing. “You got rid of the cage,” she remarked.

“Although the cage was picturesque, I soon determined that it would get in the way. This structure exposes the victim more effectively to whips, paddles and so on.” Amelia licked her full lips. “That, at least, is the theory. I am relying on you to help us determine whether our design is sound.” She waved at the other Guild members. “Archibald, Jia, Rafe – all of you – I need you to observe the testing. Gillian, disrobe, please.”

Amelia’s order hardly came as a surprise. Nevertheless, Gillian hesitated. As the apprentices gathered around the punishment machine, she fiddled with her buttons. She’d tested erotic devices before, but never with an audience of this size. The fact that she’d been intimate with them all, with the exception of Tug, did not assuage her embarrassment. The group gazed at her with frank curiosity, sensing her reluctance. Would their bold journeyman, their unofficial leader, actually disobey Mrs. Featherstone?

“Take off your clothes, Jill!” Rafe called out, barely suppressing a laugh. “Or by Hannibal’s elephants, I’ll do it for you!”

She felt her cheeks heat with shame. At the same time, his playful threat made her nipples tighten and her clit throb. Would he really strip her bare, in front of everyone? With his wild streak, anything was possible.

“We’re waiting, Miss Smith.” Amelia didn’t need to raise her voice to convey her displeasure. “As you are well aware, we have a stringent deadline. Don’t waste our time.”

Though Gillian suspected that professional concerns did not entirely account for Amelia’s impatience, she recognised that this test did in fact represent one of her responsibilities to the Guild. Without further delay she unbuttoned her lab coat, shrugged it off her shoulders and put it into Lucy’s outstretched hand, then stood naked before her colleagues, awaiting instructions. As experienced members of the Guild, she knew they could read the obvious signs of her arousal. There was nothing she could do about the fact; she had limited command over her physical responses.

“Thank you.” Amelia nodded with satisfaction. “Now, if you’ll lie down upon the rack, we can commence.”

Gillian stretched out upon the brass and leather frame. It barely vibrated as she shifted to place her limbs appropriately. The padded bar intended to support her waist was in the wrong position, pressing instead against the upper part of her arse. Almost as soon as she realised this, she found Amelia at her side, adjusting a spring-loaded mechanism that slid the bar closer to her head.

“Oh, that’s much better!” Gillian gazed up at Amelia, whose eyes shone with excitement. “How clever of you to make the supports adjustable.”

“No two bodies are the same. And we want to make sure Madame de Maupassant’s clients are comfortable – at least initially!” The buxom Governing Director bustled around the frame, strapping Gillian’s body to the device with the stout leather restraints. One secured her chest, just above her breasts. Another wrapped her waist. With her knees slightly bent, her thighs were held open. Ankle straps made it impossible to close them. Cuffs close to her hips secured her arms, and a narrower, softer band crossed her forehead, so that she couldn’t raise her head to see what was happening.

Each time one of the straps tightened against her flesh, Gillian’s lust and dread increased in equal proportion.

Finally, Amelia stood back to survey her handiwork. “I must say, you look quite fetching,” she commented. “How do you feel? Are the straps cutting off your circulation?”

“No, I don’t think so. They’re firmly fastened, but not too tight.”

“Excellent. In that case, let’s proceed. Rafe, will you grease her up?”

“Happy to.” The next thing Gillian knew, he was probing her cunny with his long fingers. Pleasure spiked as he curled his digits to massage her inner walls. “No need for lubrication here,” he commented. “Her quim’s as slippery as a salamander in a storm.”

She moaned as he removed his fingers, then gasped as one wriggled into her arse.

“Might need some for her rear gate, though. Hand me that vial, will you, Archie?”

With a thoroughness she considered exaggerated, he smeared her back portal with warm, lavender-scented oil, stroking the knot of muscle and easing her open, bit by bit. Each time he pushed into her, he stretched her a bit more. She tried to forget the many pairs of eyes following the lewd intrusions, to imagine she and Rafe were alone. Ian’s heavy breathing and Lucy’s barely suppressed giggles made that difficult.

The shame of such public penetration should have killed her arousal, but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Already she was halfway to spending. Each oily invasion of her rear hole ratcheted up the aching tension in her pelvis. If he plunged any deeper, she might well succumb.

Instead, he pulled away, leaving her slick and gaping. “That should do the trick,” he commented.

“Lucy?” Amelia’s voice bubbled with anticipation. “Do you have the dildos?”

“Here you are, Mrs. Featherstone.”

“Why don’t you insert them?”

“Certainly, ma’am.”

Gillian couldn’t see Lucy well, but she could smell her, floral perfume with an undercurrent of feminine musk. Fingers more delicate than Rafe’s played at the entrance to her quim, making her shudder.

“Don’t tease me,” Gillian begged. “I can’t stand it.”

“Oh, so sorry, Jill!” Despite this assurance, the mischievous wench deliberately rubbed her thumb over Gillian’s clit, sending her skittering to the edge of release. Then quite suddenly Gillian was full as the other woman slid a thick phallus into her soaked channel.

Gillian bit her lip, struggling for control. She was determined to treat this test as a serious engineering exercise.

“Now her arse,” Amelia instructed. “Oh, and I’d advise you not to spend, Gillian. If you do, the punishment will be more severe.”

“Punishment for – oh, my!”

Gently but firmly, Lucy pushed a second dildo into her rear passage. Gillian clamped down on the rigid bulk, gasping for air. Shameful pleasure shimmered through her.

Breathe, she told herself. Let it all wash over you. Don’t give in. Bit by bit, her crisis ebbed. As long as she didn’t move and stimulate herself, she thought she could handle the dildos. Thank heavens they weren’t motorised, as they would be in the final device.

“Punishment for what infraction, Mrs. Featherstone?” she finally managed to ask, through gritted teeth.

“Well, that hardly matters, does it? This is a punishment machine, so we must pretend you’re being disciplined. That’s part of the experience we’re evaluating.”

“But I thought – I assumed we were simply testing the physical design, for strength, accessibility and so on.”

“We shouldn’t waste the opportunity to test the concept as well.” The Governing Director appeared in Gillian’s field of view, wielding a small but vicious-looking flogger. “We want to make sure the thing works from a psychological and emotional perspective. To investigate the libidinous effects of being observed, for instance. Or the interaction between the pleasures of penetration and the pain of chastisement.”

Amelia swung her little whip. The thongs connected with Gillian’s inner thigh, only inches from her quim. Fire stitched across the tender skin, a dozen hot needles tracing a stinging trail.

“Ow – oh!” Before the first cry of pain had left her lips, a second stroke blazed along the opposite leg. “Oh, please!”

“You want more? Of course.” The Governing Director’s flogger whirred. Amelia worked her way along the length of Gillian’s body. Faster and harder, again and again, the whip connected with Gillian’s thighs, belly and breasts. Agony spiked when one knotted thong caught her swollen nipple. She jerked with each stroke, causing the dildos to shift inside her. Pleasure ripped through her like summer lightning. Her aching clit pulsed and her plugged arse clenched as she writhed in the restraints, barely able to move, certainly unable to escape.

Despite her constrained but forceful movements, the rack felt solid beneath her. We’ve done well, she thought, taking a breath between strokes. Then someone stepped closer, seized the base of the phallus embedded in her arse, and pulled it halfway out.

“What the – Aaaahhh!”

Whoever was wielding the artificial cock slammed it back into her rectum. Simultaneously Amelia slashed her flogger at Gillian’s dildo-stuffed quim, aiming for the distended bead at the apex. The wicked strands connected and the dam burst.

Gillian’s body convulsed, twisting and tugging her bonds as weird bliss raged through her. Sharp delight and sharper pain raced along her nerves, twining and melding until they were indistinguishable.