Showing posts with label Babes in Bondage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Babes in Bondage. Show all posts

Sunday, December 1, 2019

Sizzling Sunday: Babes in Bondage - #BDSM #Erotica #LGBTQ


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Looking for something hot as winter closes in? Grab a copy of my new release, Babes in Bondage, Book 5 in the Vegas Babes series.

Blurb

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

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“Do you want to top me, darling?” Rising to her feet, she shimmied out of her denim skirt and kicked it aside. She stood before him, nude and proud, her ginger curls stirring in the balmy October breeze, sex-juice trickling down the insides of her thighs.

Ted’s cock jumped in approval, though his face showed confusion. “But you’re such a take-charge girl, Annie. You’re anything but submissive.”

“Are you sure?” She turned her back to him, displaying her recently assaulted ass. “Look closely.”

He obeyed, leaning in until she felt his warm breath on her skin. “Are those marks?” he asked in wonder. “Bruises?” He traced the fading signs of her afternoon spanking, waking faint echoes of the pain while stoking the fire of her arousal.

“Inez can be quite fierce at times. A bit scary.” Annie pivoted to face him. “But I trust her. She’s an expert. She senses how much I can bear, and never pushes me any further.” She leaned over to brush her lips across his. “Or at least, not much further.” She flashed him a provocative grin.

“But I’m not an expert,” Ted protested. “Just the opposite.”

“I trust you completely, baby. I trust the bond between us, the power that first drew us together.” She scanned his still-worried face. Should she should back off? Perhaps he really wasn’t ready for this. “But maybe you don’t want to top me.”

“Oh, I do.” His voice was almost too soft to hear. “You wouldn’t believe how much.”

Annie sank to her knees on the tiled balcony floor and bowed her head. “Then take me, Sir. I’m yours.”

“Annie…”

He stood, close enough that his rampant cock bobbed inches from her mouth. She swallowed a mouthful of saliva at the notion of tasting him, but restrained herself. She had to let him lead.

“What should I do?”

“Whatever you want, Sir.” She ventured a glance upward, meeting his eyes, full of carnal hunger and lingering uncertainty. She couldn’t help licking her lips. “You might, for instance, begin by fucking my face.”

Ted chuckled, suddenly sounding much more confident. “Oh! Are you giving me instructions, slave?”

“No, Sir. It was just a suggestion.”

“Well, I have some other thoughts. Don’t move. I’ll be back.”

He disappeared into the condo, leaving her kneeling on the cold, hard surface. Arousal zipped through her in a tight circuit, from her nipples to her clit and back. The heady fragrance of her own dripping cunt teased her nostrils.

She closed her eyes, trying to slow her racing pulse, struggling with her almost overwhelming excitement. She might come just from the thrill of waiting, the knowledge that she’d surrendered all power to her lover.

The wind rose for a moment, tangling her hair. Faint traffic noise reached her ears. Her knees hurt. Ted had been gone a long time, or so it seemed. Did he have second thoughts? Should she go looking for him?

She forced herself to stillness. Patience was a major component of surrender.

“You’re dripping all over the floor, slut!”

Annie started, her heart slamming against her ribs. With her eyes closed and her focus turned inward, she hadn’t heard him arrive.

“Clean up your mess,” he ordered.

Trying not to smile at his bossy tone, Annie bent at the waist. A small pool of cunt-juice had formed between her spread thighs. She licked up every drop, enjoying the tang of her personal musk. She was no stranger to the taste of pussy.

When she’d finished her appointed task, she knelt up, with her hands clasped at the small of her back. Ted reached down to run a finger over the still-damp tiles, ostensibly to evaluate her work. On his way up, he swiped the finger through her soaked sex-folds.

Annie gasped as a storm of pleasure raged through her. She’d been close to climax simply from contemplating her own submission. His touch pushed her to the very edge. She teetered there, struggling for control.

He seized a hank of her hair and raised her face to his. “You don’t come unless I tell you to. You know that, right?”



Wednesday, November 13, 2019

Some people just won’t mind their own business... #Extremism #Prejudice #SexPositive


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The title of this post is the first line in the blurb for my newest erotica title, Babes in Bondage. A lot of the plot motion in this sizzling novella (and yes, despite all the sex, it does have a plot!) comes from the actions of an anti-porn terrorist group who will stop at almost nothing to punish people who practice any sort of “perverted” sexual activity—same-sex interactions, oral sex, anal sex, and of course BDSM. As one of their protest signs proclaims: “Missionary position: Good enough for my parents, good enough for me.”

This entire scenario is intended to be somewhat tongue in cheek— but not completely. I try not to mix too much politics into my erotica, but I do sometimes worry about half-crazy fundamentalists who want to impose their sexual mores on me.

Don’t get me wrong. I believe that each individual has the right to any sort of beliefs about sex (or religion, or pretty much anything else) and to live according to those beliefs—as long as they don’t impose these beliefs on anyone else, or infringe on other people’s rights to behave as they believe and choose. So, in my view, you’re perfectly free to think that lesbian and gay people are going to hell. You may not, however, attack, mistreat, or discriminate against someone who’s lesbian or gay.

C’mon, if you really believe those people are damned, let God take care of it.

Meanwhile, I think that in many cases extremist beliefs stem from the believer’s personal uncertainties about the issue in question. It’s well documented, for instance, that many men who exhibit homophobia actually harbor secret homoerotic desires. If you weren’t secretly fascinated by kinky sex, why should you care if someone else practices it?

So this idea found its way into Babes in Bondage also. Patricia Hastings, the guiding light of the Anti-Porn Brigade (a more extreme splinter group inside the Citizens Resisting American Perversion), constantly fights her own kinky fantasies.

Of course, given that this book has a happy ending—she ultimately learns to embrace her inner submissive!

Here’s the excerpt in which we first meet the delectable and conflicted Patty.



“Lock ‘em up, lock ‘em up!”

The TV footage of the righteous crowd besieging the convention center entrance filled Patty with pride. This had to be one of C.R.A.P’s most successful actions ever. Police armed with shields held back the protesters, creating a gauntlet through which other officers escorted the attendees and vendors exiting the facility. Looking harried and scared, the perverts flinched away from the taunts and the occasional rotten vegetable as they scrambled toward buses waiting outside the perimeter. It served them right. Maybe the experience would make them change their ways.

Patty caught a glimpse of her father, standing with a mic on a flat bed truck, leading the chants. In his tailored suit and white Stetson hat, Senator Ernest B. Hastings was rugged and distinguished, a beacon of moral rectitude, a man with a mission. A pity his tactics were so old-fashioned.

The broadcast cut to the buxom anchorwoman, who gazed into the camera with feigned concern. 
 
“We’ve just learned that the Worldwide Pleasure and Lifestyle Exhibition will close this evening, two days ahead of schedule. There are rumors that the organizers plan to sue the city.”

“Whooee!” Jinx and Joey, her two lieutenants, crowed in unison. “We did it! We shut the pervs down.”

“We did indeed,” she answered. “I really appreciate your help, boys.” Jinx had hacked into the convention center management systems to pinpoint the location of the electrical control room. Joey had driven the motorcycle she’d used for her getaway. It had been Patty’s job, though, to infiltrate the building, find the transformers and plant the explosives.

It has been surprisingly easy. Amid the garish costumes and general lewdness of the Fair, nobody had thought twice about stopping a pretty blonde wearing a leather bikini, high heel boots and elbow-length satin gloves.

Her father believed demonstrations by committed citizens would stem the tide of twisted filth washing over America. Patty knew more radical action was needed.

She clicked off the news, then rose to her feet. “You’d better go. The banquet’s at seven, and I’m supposed to give the keynote. I’ve got to shower and get ready.”

Jinx unfolded his skinny limbs from the hotel room couch. He stuck a hand under his military-style fatigues to scratch his belly. “I’m beat,” he said. “Gonna get some shut-eye before the festivities. Unless of course you need s’more help…” His transparent leer made her skin crawl.

“Thanks, but no. You and Joey have done more than enough. See you tonight.”

“Okay, Miss Patty.” Joey scooped up the last two potato chips from the bowl in front of him and crammed them into his mouth, then lumbered after Jinx. “Congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

Patty closed the door behind them with a sigh of relief. She’d deliberately recruited guys who not only possessed the skills she needed, but who were also physically unattractive. She couldn’t afford to be distracted by any weakness of the flesh that might derail her plans. Furthermore, she had to maintain her image as the incorruptible virgin vice-president of Citizens Resisting.

It’s so, so hard sometimes, she thought, as she tossed her own fatigues in the laundry basket. I’ve got desires, like any young woman. But I’ve got to be strong, for Dad – and for Mom…

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Saturday, November 9, 2019

Saturday Spanks: Babes in Bondage - #Dominance #Submission #SaturdaySpanks #NewRelease

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I’ve got another exclusive excerpt for you today from my latest release, Babes in Bondage. It’s not exactly spanking... but close enough!

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“Can I—can I whip her?” Ted asked, before he could stop himself. God, had he really said that? He’d never hit a woman in his life—well, aside from the spanking he’d given Marcy, which the cheeky girl had asked for.

“Certainly. What implement would you prefer?” Shark flipped open a wooden chest that Ted had assumed was an end table. The chest held a dozen different punishment devices, each one resting neatly in a satin-lined depression.

“Holy shit!” Ted clamped his hand over his mouth. It was one thing to fantasize about delivering a whipping, quite another to be faced by this abundance of perversity. He shook his head. “I—I really have no idea.”

“Any of them particularly appeal to you?” The Dom extracted a little whip with knotted strands about six inches long. “What about this flogger? Pretty easy to handle, with a nice, stingy feel.” The rich scent of leather filled Ted’s head as he inspected the offered device.

“Um…”

“Or maybe the tawse?” This was a fat strap, four inches wide and two feet long, of heavier leather than the tail of the flogger. One end narrowed into a handle, while at the other, the leather split into a comb-like arrangement. “This has a thuddier effect, so it can leave bruises.” Shark swished it through the air and landed a blow on the bondage frame, an inch to the left of Daphne’s breast.
Both she and Ted flinched.

“But Daphne likes it,” Shark continued. “She’s proud of my marks.”

Ted’s cock felt like it would drill right through his pants. “I don’t know…” he began.

“Then there’s the riding crop.” The fiberglass shaft whistled as Shark swept it in front of Ted’s eyes. This time, he brought the leather tongue down hard on the fullest part of Daphne’s ass. The girl yelped and jerked reflexively. A livid patch bloomed in the wake of the blow.

Ted watched in horrified fascination as the mark of the crop darkened and grew puffy. It looked as though it hurt. Yet he couldn’t help noticing the way the woman’s juices overflowed her pussy lips and dribbled down the inside of her thighs in the wake of Shark’s blow.

She was as aroused as he was.

She wanted more.

“The crop,” he blurted out. “I’ll try the crop.”

“Good choice,” said Master Shark. “A favorite with beginners. It’s straightforward to control and produces lovely stripes. Here you are, then.”

Ted forced himself to take hold of the leather-wrapped handle. He swished it back and forth a few times, getting a sense of its weight and dynamics.

“That’s right.” Stephen gave him an approving nod. “Speed is more important than force. Let the springiness of the shaft do the work.”

With greater confidence, Ted whisked the crop through the air.

“Good—that’s good—now bring it down on her ass.”

Whoosh! The crop flew. The tip connected with Daphne’s butt, on the opposite cheek from Shark’s stroke. She gave a little cry, half pain, half pleasure. A neat red triangle bloomed on her pale skin.

Fire streaked through Ted’s body. Power blazed in his chest. Giving himself up to instinct, he swept his instrument of discipline in a wide arc and landed it upon her flesh once more. The “snap” of leather meeting skin aroused him almost as much as the way she squirmed.

“Excellent! By the way, her safe word ‘tofu’. You know about safe words?”

“Um—yeah.” Uncertainty swept over him. Was he really going to beat this delightful girl? Oh, he wanted to, that was for sure. His dick strained inside his pants, urging him on. But what if he truly hurt her? What if he went too far?

“Don’t worry,” Shark reassured him. “Daphne knows how much she can take.” The Dom pinched one of the crimson welts, making the girl whimper. “But she can take a lot. Go ahead, Ted. Give her what she craves.”

Swallowing his doubts, Ted brought the crop down hard on the woman’s irresistible ass.

“Thank you, Sir!”

Daphne’s choked exclamation was a potent aphrodisiac. This was mutual, consensual—the sub wanted this as much as he did. He lashed her again, marking her precisely, patterning the canvas of her buttocks. Her moan and her scent inflamed him. As she writhed in her bonds, he rained blows on her ass and the tender backs of her thighs, marveling at her willing acceptance of each one.

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Sunday, November 3, 2019

A Kinky Sizzling Sunday - #SizzlingSunday #NewRelease #VegasBabes

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Fancy a bit of Sunday shibari? I’ve got another exclusive excerpt for you today, from my new release Babes in Bondage. Enjoy!

Blurb

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?

Sizzling Excerpt

Master Shark swept his eyes over her curves, an appreciative smile on his lips. She straightened her spine, elevating her ample breasts. Her black satin brassiere couldn’t hide her hugely erect nipples. Giulia didn’t care. A quick glance at Shark’s trousers made it clear that he was not immune to her charms.

After a pregnant instant, he continued his lecture. “Shibari is often practiced on a naked subject. The contrast of rough rope and smooth skin is visually attractive, while the friction can be highly arousing. Beginners, though, often start with a clothed ‘rope bunny’, to avoid becoming distracted.” Some of the audience giggled. “If the subject does wear any clothing, it should be form fitting, like Giulia’s leggings. Otherwise it will spoil the artistic effect.”

Leaving Giulia half-naked near the front of the stage, he went to fetch supplies from some shelves at the back. The curious stares from the crowd only made her hotter. I can do this, she told herself. I want to do this.

“Today I’m going to show you Hisha Kerada —the classic diamond tie, sometimes called a ‘rope dress’. You’ve probably seen pictures. Actually, it’s easier than it looks.” He held up a fat bundle of red-dyed rope. “You’ll need about thirty feet of quarter inch diameter hemp or jute rope.” He waved his other hand, which held something metallic. “And be sure you have a good quality pair of medical scissors available. Just in case of emergencies.”

He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice kind but with an undertone of steel.

“Yes—yes, Sir. Just tell me what to do.”

“Oh, I will, Miss Giulia. Just relax for now. Stand with your arms spread, as if you wanted to hug the audience.” There were more chuckles. “But try not to tense your muscles. That’s right.”

“We begin by doubling the rope in the middle, with the doubled part hanging down her back and the two strands draped over her shoulders.” As he illustrated his instructions, he touched her body only when necessary. That didn’t make the contact any less intimate. She’d given herself to this man, to be made into an object of desire. She’d relinquished her will; she was no more than the canvas for his art. The knowledge intoxicated her, spurring her to even higher levels of arousal.

“Now we fashion a loop at the back, between her shoulder blades—turn around, Giulia, so they can see, that’s right. We bring together the strands in the front —again, please—and make a series of equally spaced overhand knots: one at her throat, just below the collar bone; one between her lovely breasts—”

Her nipples strained against her bra, screaming, Touch me! Tweak me! His clever fingers lingered for a moment near her tits, and she knew he was tempted, but Dom that he was, he had unfaltering self-control. He created two more knots down her midline, one at her waist, one just above her navel. She struggled to remain still and not squirm in the direction of his fingers.

“Now we run the two strands up between her legs and up her spine. At this point, if you like, you can create an optional ‘happy knot’, like this…” Shark tied the paired lines together again, near the gap between her thighs, then pulled it up tight between her legs. Giulia gasped. The last knot was perfectly positioned to put pressure on her already throbbing clit. Each time he manipulated the rope, the friction became more intense. Meanwhile, the rope settled deep into her ass cleft, rubbing against her anus through the stretchy cloth of her leggings.

“Don’t squirm, Giulia. That’s a good girl…” The Dom continued his narration as he fed the rope ends through the loop between her shoulder blades, then under her arms and around to the front from either side. He slipped them between two strands, below the knot at her throat and above the knot between her tits, then drew them around to the back once more, pulling tight to make the first “diamond”.

Oh God! The hemp bit into the soft flesh above her breasts, not painful, but inescapable. He repeated the strategy, wrapping the rope below her tits this time, inserting the ends between the second and third knots, and pulling them to the back to make a second diamond. Her breasts were now captured in a vise of rope. The taut bonds made her flesh bulge; her nipples were so swollen she thought they’d explode. Meanwhile every tiny motion stimulated her raging clitoris and pushed her inexorably closer to climax.

Giulia didn’t want to come on stage, the way Jen had. That would just be too embarrassing. Yet as Master Shark continued to dress her in his scarlet cords, she wondered if she had any choice. He wasn’t teasing her, not directly. He touched her only in the most utilitarian way. Still with every loop and knot, he took more complete control of her body—and her mind. She floated, paradoxically relaxed despite the erotic tension singing through her limbs, waiting for his next command—turning to show the audience her rope-split buttocks, turning again to display her trussed up tits, every movement pushing the happy knot deeper into her throbbing cunt.

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Friday, November 1, 2019

The babes get kinky! #NewRelease #Giveaway #BDSMErotica #HEA


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At last! The latest installment in my Vegas Babes series hits the online bookshelves today. I’ve been working on Babes in Bondage – well, it seems like forever. I’m proud to present my latest literate smut for your entertainment.

Oh, and just to liven things up, I’m giving away a copy of the first Vegas Babes book, Hot Brides in Vegas. All you have to do to enter the drawing leave me a comment on this post to enter the drawing.


Blurb

It’s 9 PM in Vegas. Do you know your safe word?

Some people just won’t mind their own business. When an anti-porn terrorist group shuts down the Sin City Fetish Fair, Larry Archer offers The Fox’s Den as an alternative venue. With the assistance of newly arrived dominant Master Shark, plans for the Den’s very first Kink Night quickly take shape. Indeed, the denizens of the Den are practicing their BDSM techniques well before the event.

Blonde, beautiful and untouched, Patricia Hastings leads the Citizens Resisting American Perversion in their fight against filth. She’s determined to destroy the licentious, permissive, anything-but-vanilla strip club – whatever it takes. A smidgen of plastic explosive should do the trick... If only she can resist her attraction to the voluptuous, red-headed minx Annie, and her own secret craving for surrender.

Caught in the act of sabotage, Patty faces a choice: arrest, scandal and prison, or private punishment at the hands of Master Shark and his horny acolytes. Will C.R.A.P.’s paragon of purity uphold her prudish principles? Or consent to the violations that populate her forbidden fantasies?


Exclusive Excerpt

“And what about you, Ted?” Stephen gently tipped Daphne onto the floor and leaned forward, skewering Ted with his intense gaze. “Are you into kink?”

“I—I don’t know,” he stuttered. “Aside from a couple of spankings, I don’t have any experience.”

“You seem pretty turned on, watching me torture Daphne.”

“Because—well, because it looks like she wants it so much.”

Stephen nodded. “Exactly. That’s the key, the fundamental appeal of kink. You want to do all sorts of outrageous things to your sub, to use her body and mess with her mind—and she’s willing, eager in fact, to cooperate.”

Ted thought about Annie. Nobody would ever label her as submissive. Yet she loved to have him use her. She’d let him do pretty much anything he wanted. Her pleasure multiplied his own.

“I could teach you,” Master Shark continued. “My intuition tells me you have the makings of a fine Dom.”

Erotic recollections flooded back. Since getting together with Annie, he’d sucked Joel’s and Rosa’s cocks, been pegged by Joel’s wife Miranda and been butt-fucked by his best friend Jake. The memories made him harder, but they also filled him with doubt. “I, um, I don’t really think I’m the dominant type…”

“Why don’t we see?” He tapped his recumbent slave on the shoulder. “Daphne, go to the bondage bench.” The woman rose to her feet, crossed the room and draped herself face-down over a leather-upholstered rectangle in the far corner. Ted had assumed it was the back of a chair, but looking more closely, he realized this furniture was far more specialized. The position elevated her delectable ass, which was fuller than one might have expected from her willowy frame.

Stephen grabbed Ted by the arm. “Come on, man. Don’t be nervous. We can stop anytime you’re uncomfortable.”

As they came closer, Ted saw that Daphne had spread out her arms as if she were flying. Leather straps hung from each end of the padded surface.

“Fasten the restraints around her wrists,” Shark instructed. “Tight enough that she can’t move much, but not so tight that it cuts off her circulation.”

The final six inches of the strips were Velcro-lined. It was a simple matter to loop them around Daphne’s extended limbs and to adjust the tension. Ted tried to keep his fingers from brushing against her satiny skin as he worked.

Shark noticed and laughed. “You can touch her if you want, dude. She’s yours to play with.” He stepped behind the bound woman to grasp and massage her ass cheeks. When Daphne arched her back in response, he pulled back and slammed his palm down on the quivering flesh. The sound made Ted jump.

“Relax. Just remember—you’re in charge. Whatever you want from her, you can have. She’s as happy to serve you as me. Isn’t that true, pet?”

Daphne nodded enthusiastically. “Yes, Sir.”

“Tell Master Ted.”

“Do whatever you want to me, Master Ted. I’m happy to serve you.”

Master Ted! Me? He almost giggled at the thought. The title seemed ridiculous.Yet at the same time, he felt something new stir inside him, a new sense of power. His cock stiffened in his trousers as an overwhelming wave of arousal swept through him.

He gazed at the bare, vulnerable body arrayed before him. She was bent at the waist, presenting her ass, with her legs apart for better balance. The position showed off the slick magenta folds of her sex. Moisture gleamed on the insides of her thighs, and her musky scent filled his head. She was turned on by the position, too.

Her butt bulbed out in silent invitation, the skin gleaming pearly white. He wondered, suddenly, what it would look striped with the red of a whip or a riding crop.

“Can I—can I whip her?” Ted asked, before he could stop himself. God, had he really said that? He’d never hit a woman in his life—well, aside from the spanking he’d given Marcy, which the cheeky girl had asked for.

“Certainly. What implement would you prefer?” Shark flipped open a wooden chest that Ted had assumed was an end table. The chest held a dozen different punishment devices, each one resting neatly in a satin-lined depression.

“Holy shit!” Ted clamped his hand over his mouth. It was one thing to fantasize about delivering a whipping, quite another to be faced by this abundance of perversity. He shook his head. “I—I really have no idea.”

“Any of them particularly appeal to you?” The Dom extracted a little whip with knotted strands about six inches long. “What about this flogger? Pretty easy to handle, with a nice, stingy feel.” The rich scent of leather filled Ted’s head as he inspected the offered device.

“Um…”

“Or maybe the tawse?” This was a fat strap, four inches wide and two feet long, of heavier leather than the tail of the flogger. One end narrowed into a handle, while at the other, the leather split into a comb-like arrangement. “This has a thuddier effect, so it can leave bruises.” Shark swished it through the air and landed a blow on the bondage frame, an inch to the left of Daphne’s breast.
Both she and Ted flinched.

“But Daphne likes it,” Shark continued. “She’s proud of my marks.”

Ted’s cock felt like it would drill right through his pants. “I don’t know…” he began.

“Then there’s the riding crop.” The fiberglass shaft whistled as Shark swept it in front of Ted’s eyes. This time, he brought the leather tongue down hard on the fullest part of Daphne’s ass. The girl yelped and jerked reflexively. A livid patch bloomed in the wake of the blow.

Ted watched in horrified fascination as the mark of the crop darkened and grew puffy. It looked as though it hurt. Yet he couldn’t help noticing the way the woman’s juices overflowed her pussy lips and dribbled down the inside of her thighs in the wake of Shark’s blow.

She was as aroused as he was.

She wanted more.


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