Sweet Servitude: Extreme Taboo BDSM Erotica E-Book

Vladimir Nestor

• Herausgeber: Palimpsest Publishing
• Kategorie: Erotik
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

Beschreibung

Excerpt: 

Miss Paisley nodded at the girl on the rug. "I'd say she was your price of admission." She hesitated, then demanded: "Her arms are handcuffed, aren't they, behind her back?""Yes."

The smile was amused. "Does that make me 'way out'?""Way far out. What I'm looking at is good copy."

"It's also private. I once read an article about you in one of your own magazines. It called you the 'Sybarite Tycoon'."

Leseprobe

Sweet Servitude

Vladimir Nestor

Copyright © 2017

Table of Contents

CHAPTER ONE - FEMALE

CHAPTER TWO - MISTRESSES & GIRLS

CHAPTER THREE - BLIND BONDAGE

CHAPTER FOUR - THE DARK, DARK NIGHT

CHAPTER FIVE - THE CONVERSATIONAL WHIP

CHAPTER SIX – RUNAWAY

CHAPTER SEVEN – IRON

CHAPTER EIGHT - AFTER THE BALL

CHAPTER NINE - IRONED ECSTASY

CHAPTER ONE - FEMALE

"But, 'Tonia, behind my back I won't be able to do a thing."

"I'll do it all, darling. It's not the first time, y'know." Griselda pouted.

"You'll get tired of that. I bet you unlock me the second day."

"You know I won't It's you who'll be pleading ? and it never has stopped us making love."

Each tucked the inevitable into a mental recess, the suspense of evanescence was too precious to deny. They savoured an erotic possibility they could so easily make real. Reflectively, Antonia Noyes questioned: "How long have I owned you, Griselda?"

"Always."

"Yes, I know. But since I first brought you here?"

Griselda laughed. "I was handcuffed then, don't you remember? It was four years ago, four years and five months. I was twenty-two." She laughed again. "We'd both agreed on a week-end."

"Suppose I never did unlock them, just left them on you?"

"So? So, alright. There's nothing to stop you."

"That's a dare. You're being foxy."

"Want me to go and get them?"

"That black pair, the expensive one's."

"O.K."

Ilona Paisley was uncertain whether to be intrigued or annoyed. They could be putting her on. Or perhaps her reputation had preceded her. In interviews like this it was so important to hold on to initiative, but hers had slipped. The naked girl on the floor, even though she had spoken no word, had stolen it.

"Paisley Publications." She asserted. "I am Ilona Paisley."

"Yes, of course." The voice was beautifully modulated. "I have to feel honored, and I have to ask why?"

"Well, you are the daughter of Senator Noyes. He wasn't small potatoes." Miss Ilona Paisley allowed her attention to stray to the nude beauty reclining against her hostess's knee. "And word does get around, y'know. I've always given the avant garde a lot of space. They fascinate the middle classes, and that's where the circulation is."

"I'm not one of them."

Miss Paisley nodded at the girl on the rug. "I'd say she was your price of admission." She hesitated, then demanded: "Her arms are handcuffed, aren't they, behind her back?"

"Yes." The smile was amused. "Does that make me 'way out'?"