Planet of the Decadents
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by Jamie Abrams
Category: Erotica/BDSM Erotica/Science Fiction
Description: Doctor Rivka Levinthal needed a change and even in the future, the best way to change your life is with a change of address. But what a change! This shy woman leaves her prudish world to take a job on Xanadu, the planet of the decadents and proud provider of sex slaves to the galaxy. Now she is the head doctor in Madame Sin's slave training center and plantation. Can Rivka shed her inhibitions and clothing? For Kim Yoon, the change was involuntary. She is travelling as cargo--sold by the dictatorship in her home world. Now with a collar on her neck, will Kim learn the joy of submission and subservience? Then there is Madame Sin, a slave Mistress, trainer and breeder. She will bring Rivka and Kim together and educate them in sensual pleasures ... the joy in surrendering body and heart. But she has one overriding truth that while sex is wonderful, she has a mortgage to pay! Join these ladies in a sensual and good-humored BDSM fueled romp.
eBook Publisher: eXtasy eBooks, 2007 extasybooks.com
eBookwise Release Date: March 2008
6 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [83 KB]
Reading time: 45-63 min.
Rivka hung her head and trembled a bit. Kateri stepped closer and Rivka's field of vision became a lustrous ebony field broken by sable flesh, superimposed over impressive topography. The taller woman toweled Rivka with an expertise that created some interesting speculation in Rivka's mind.
Kateri dabbed the towel with soft sensual pats over Rivka's breasts and stomach. She swung it over the shoulders and rubbed down the back lightly enough to tickle. The legs received long stroked that caused Rivka's heart to flutter. Lastly came the hair. There was no pretense of seduction as Kateri displayed her skill in handling Rivka's often unruly locks. Kateri's hair, in contrast, was tightly disciplined, closely cropped curls that jutted out a bit over her forehead. Why isn't Kateri so talented working on her own hair? The thought was a desperate attempt by Rivka to distract herself from the firm, proud mounds that danced tantalizingly before Rivka's face.
Kateri threw the towel on the bed and smiled at her roommate's discomfiture. She took Rivka's hands and crossed them at the wrist behind the small of the doctor's back. Then she placed her own hands on Rivka's buttocks.
"You blush so prettily."
"So submissive, Rivka. Do you wish to be a slave?"
No reply. Kateri kissed the top of her head, then released her.
"Don't worry. That answer can take years. Meanwhile, there is tonight. I want you to enjoy yourself."
Kateri peeled off her suit and headed for the closet-sized bathroom. Rivka sank to her knees and stared at her discarded gown.