The Women Who Taught Him: A Male Dom Novel
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Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica
Description: Is Being Dominant Innate or Is It Learned? Fans of bdsm author Powerone will find he has written his masterpiece in this thoughtful, insightful novel of one man's odyssey through the world of bondage and domination to become the master of dozens of women slaves. Michael, a brilliant young college grad, is offered a $150,000 year job. But he soon finds his beautiful new boss expects him to work after hours as her master, dominating and punishing her. As he encounters other beautiful willing submissives, Michael discovers he likes the role of master. From the text: "He picked up a pair of leather cuffs, red leather; the metal rings in them shiny and new. She turned around, her back to him, allowing him to put the cuffs on each wrists, tightening them until the red leather was pulled tight on her wrists. He took a two-way tie with shiny metal swivel snaps, linking the two cuffs together. He would try out a four-way hog tie later when Alexis was naked. He turned her around and he eyed the two half-naked girls, bound and vulnerable to him."
eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler,
eBookwise Release Date: January 2008
38 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [252 KB]
Reading time: 184-257 min.
Michael began to rhythmically work the crop on her thighs, the white skin turning pink, only inspiring Michael to hit her harder. Her feet began to dance, shuffling back and forth, but never closing her legs, always leaving herself vulnerable. His aim got better, able to slap her flesh so close to her pussy without touching it, though Michael was sure that she would have wanted him to do it. She would have to wait; there was so much more flesh to avail himself of first. He stopped, Criona breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as she tried to fill her lungs. He looked over her shoulder at her lovely breasts and the hard nipples that pushed out the peek-a-boo bra. It did little to hide her treasures so his fingers deftly unsnapped the bra, his hands sliding it off her shoulders. It fell down her arms and slid to the floor. Her milky white breasts stood out so proudly, firm flesh with big brown nipples. All begging for the intimate touch of the riding crop.
She was half naked now, stripped to the waist by Michael, the crop still in his hands. He walked around in front of her, her hands hanging uselessly at her side, her fists clenched as she waited. Even though she wore conservative clothes, she was still proud of her body, especially her breasts. Not a bit of sag to them and her nipples were quite responsive, hardening at the merest touch, even of her fingers. Now she had allowed herself to be in this unfathomable position. Michael, a riding crop and her naked breasts all together. There was only one outcome and Criona feared and craved it.
"Now hold real still. I'm going to make those lovely tits dance for me." The crop swung up from the floor as if had a mind of its own, the harsh leather flap catching Criona on the soft underbelly of one firm breast. He was delighted as the flesh bounced up by the sudden shock of the blow, but nothing delighted him more then her cry of pain. It sounded like no one had ever whipped her breasts before, her eyes opened so wide as the crop hit her as if she couldn't believe what had just happened.
She couldn't have fathomed such a thing, the crop slapped so hard on her breast that it bounced up and down, at the same time the pain lacing through her breast flesh to shoot to her brain. It was much worse then on her ass, her breasts so tender, Michael seeking out the delicate flesh on the underside, the power of the blow making her scream in pain. "OOOOWWW," her hands clenched, fighting the urge to soothe the pain on her right breast. She looked down at it, expecting to see it bleeding. She was surprised, not even able to tell that it was struck. But she had little time to contemplate the situation because Michael began to go to wok on her breasts. He moved to the other one, making it jerk up and down as the crop visited the underside. The next blow moved up, high on her breast, Criona's eyes opened wide in terror as it looked like it would strike her nipple, but at the last moment it passed by to strike her bosom.