Presented in Leather
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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: A Frank Novel about Many Men's Dreams of Domination. Warning: Presented in Leather is a tale of corporal punishment. But there is no sex or sexual abuse. Unless, the disciplinary whippings administered by the mistresses at Villa Close more sexual in nature than would meet the eye.... Presented in Leather has been acknowledge a classic of erotic literature.
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, 2004
eBookwise Release Date: November 2004
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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [192 KB]
Reading time: 124-174 min.
This is the story of Flora Price, who was compelled by her aunt to forsake Chicago for the South of France. Chicago may be windswept, predominantly commercial, and the site of malodorous stockyards; while the Riviera is naturally blessed by the sunny and the cobalt blue of the Mediterranean which caresses its lovely beaches. Still, there was at least liberty of action in the Hub of America and the freedom to go to the devil in one's own way. On the Côte d'Azur, however, and for Flora particularly, the Riviera was to signify nothing more than the name of that region of the earth which held her prisoner. She was to become more painfully aware of that fact with every day.
These days, prisons are of various kinds. There are the new Russian prisons without walls, the gaols of the advanced penology that encourage athletics, provide radios, and give amateur theatricals. And then there was Flora's prison. A unique establishment if ever there was one, for it herded an assortment of young girls, supposedly incorrigible, very much as cattle are corralled. Here, however, the analogy ends; for the herdsman tends his sheep or cows unemotionally, with a single interest, namely, to fatten them up or to keep them ready for the market. Or to shear them or milk them, if you want to be precise. But if he strikes them occasionally, it is without malice or personal pleasure. After all, he can neither desire, nor is he able, to humiliate a cow.
But at Flora's prison, things were somewhat different. While they didn't have radios, they had daily concerts just the same, but they weren't at all melodious, because they consisted of shrieks and yells from lusty as well as lovely throats. These screams were evoked by applying whips, canes, belts, paddles, hairbrushes, rulers, switches, birch rods, and nettles to the quivering buttocks of the beautiful pensionnaires. And in place of theatricals, this institution had daily Classes in Submission, where, to make certain of having attentive scholars, the keepers had an infallible method for their wards. It was simple enough in principle, even though complex and infinite in application.
They had only to keep the sitting parts of the anatomy of their pupils constantly inflamed!
Nothing was easier, and how these young women loved their work! Indeed, one would have to search far to find a vocation inspiring such extraordinary zest, where six young women would be of one mind in their eagerness to spend their energies so extravagantly. But as a matter of fact, they had really nothing to worry about, since each draft on their reserve seemed only to replenish it. Which led to two results, one curious, the other rather logical: Their efforts added strength and potency to their untiring arms and inventiveness to their untiring brains, while their devotion to their work made life continuously exciting for their pupils.
It is precisely this excitement that the author communicates to the reader very adroitly. The method employed is doubly effective because about half the volume contains Flora's journal, just as she kept it, without elisions or excisions. One reads that her object was to record the humiliating and atrociously painful events that piled fast and furiously upon her and her companions. Her extremity impelled her to create an imaginary audience that she might give expression to her febrile emotions, but entwined inextricably with that understandable urge was the shadowy hope that some distant day, she would be able to throw this journal to a sympathetic woman in the world outside, to effect her release.
A series of circumstances arising out of one of the many types of punishments to which she was subjected placed her indiscreet manuscript in the hands of none other than a strange young man! Profoundly disturbed by reading her journal, he lost no time in orchestrating her escape. Flora thought she had put the life of a frequent and severely whipped pensionnaire behind her forever. No more, she thought, would those flames from hell suck at her innocent heart.
But she was to learn more about the peculiar properties of fire. How just as it could menace mankind on the one hand and serve it on the other, so also could it heat her flesh without scorching it, exalt her soul without debasing it, and purify her spirit without degrading it.
Still, for a time, the effect of the rude discipline she had undergone was too subtle for her to comprehend. She assumed that discipline, harsh coercion, and pitiless punishments were inseparable terms. It remained, then, for the passage of time to demonstrate what a changed environment could mean to the solution of a problem; how the sense of mortification at bodily exposure could change to an attitude of "the obvious necessity;" the pain of corporal punishment blend with pleasure; and how the emotion of love for one disciplinarian may transcend in intensity the sensation of hate for another disciplinarian. And finally, how after draining the bitter dregs of the cup of humiliation, one may find that same cup suddenly overflowing with the mellow sweetness and intoxicating nectar of the gods.