Master of His Devotion 3 Pack Collection

NOTE TO THE READER THIS IS AN ADULT EROTICA FILLED WITH A FANTASY FEATURING THEMES OF ENFORCED, LONG-TERM NUDITY, SERVITUDE, BONDAGE, AMBITION, LOVE, SACRIFICE, PURITY AND MARITAL INFIDELITY.

Excerpt: (The beginning of a 23,000 word story)

The sore, remorselessly chastised and weary servant girl raised herself wearily up to peer longingly, and for the thousandth time, out of the window of her tiny room. She needed to stand right up on the very most extreme tips of those cold, bare, roughened, work-hardened toes, to be able see out of that narrow, high up aperture. The much belabored Girl gazed, longingly and wistfully, down once again at the quintessentially English countryside, spread entrancingly out in the darkness below the grim old castle in which she had worked so hard and where she had endured beatings and insults every long miserable day for such an unbearably long time now. How long had it been, she asked herself? As if this splendid girl needed to ask herself such a silly question, on this day, of all days!

Somewhat too long, thought the Girl! That was for certain, for certain bloody sure! As the suffering Girl gazed out of her window, she knew, with a burning and feverish excitement, that she had by this time endured exactly a year's slavery in this grim old fortress! She was a Slave and addressed as such by the Mistress and the other servants. And to think that this was well into the second half of the Twentieth Century! Things like this - the wanton abuse of the innocent, were surely a thing of the past. It was, surely, impossible that a modern world could allow slavery! But even in the modern world, dark forces were at work.

She knew, of course, that there was a noble purpose in all her suffering and this purpose was all that had kept her going during all this horror. The Girl had spent almost a year as a drudge - an ever naked slave. For all this time, she had been forced to endure the lusting , contemptuous and cruelly mocking stares of so many unkind people as she worked every day until she was ready to drop from exhaustion, never getting a word of thanks - only curses and beatings,. Her last and most terrible beating had marked her young body in the most ghastly fashion, possibly for the rest of her life.

After surveying the scene below, with the twinkling lights of many a humble, happy dwelling shining up at her to remind her of a normal world where sweet young girls did not endure cruel and constant abuse, she left the window and lay face down on her hard bed and tried to get some sleep. She would have to be up and about all too soon. Ahead of her was her last day of drudgery in this place.

And finally there was tomorrow at the stroke of midnight! - the vital moment of the vital day. The great hour that all her misery had been leading up to! She must be ready for that! She WOULD be ready. When had she ever failed in anything she set her heart on? Never - and certainly not in this. She smiled and felt the inner peace of one who has run a hard race and fought a worthy fight. Tomorrow could not come a second too soon and she was good and ready for it!

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It was Mrs. Bottomley who had started the whole thing. She, on one of her tiresome impulses, had set the ball rolling - so to speak. Without Mrs. Bottomley it is entirely possible this story would never have been written - certainly it would not have been written in its present form. How an ordinary middle-aged woman - albeit a rather nagging and tiresome middle-aged woman with a very much fuller figure and a lot more wrinkles than she had possessed twenty years previously, could have set in train the remarkable series of events I am about to outline is something you will be able to see for yourselves.

Enjoy this hot, strongly written and developed 70,000 word explicit erotica series following a submissive's journey through her discovery of the BDSM lifestyle.

Excerpt:
The time has finally come and I am throbbing all over with excitement. I am going on holiday with my Master, 9 days and nights with him, alone, vulnerable and submissive. I receive my email on time, the evening before we leave. My instructions are clear;. I am to be shaved clean, wear a blue collared short-sleeve shirt top and black slacks with no underwear and meet at the international terminal money exchange counter at in the mid afternoon. The time we are meeting peeked my curiosity as I knew we were taking an 8pm flight. However, my place is not to question anything. I am also not to wear any make up with the exception of and a dab of 'Beautiful' perfume on my neck. I double check my luggage. Just as instructed; suitable clothing, no underwear, my toiletries, high heels, flat heels and joggers. I am not going to disobey any instruction as I to be inspected prior to boarding. Master calls all the shots. I bath, shave, sleep, dress and make my way to the airport.

I have only met him once before. It was dark. He wore black and I was blindfolded for most of our night together. I remember everything about him. He was tall, strong and clean shaven. I know what he liked, how he wants me to please him, and anticipate the many demands on me during our holiday.

I go to where we are to meet, eyes cast down ,and wait for him. I soon feel his presence beside me. “Good afternoon Jenny”, he greets me.

“Good afternoon Steve”, I answer without making eye contact. He kisses my cheek and takes my hand in his..

“Let’s go. So are we excited?”

“Oh yes Sir, I am very excited”, I whisper to him as we walk hand in hand dragging our luggage behind us. I have 1 suitcase. He has a suitcase and a sports bag. He leads me to a bar outside and seats me at the farthest point from the door in a darkened corner where we are partially blocked by a fire escape above and planters in front of us.

He leaves to fetch each for us a drink and slides in beside me upon his return. He reaches behind my head and brings his lips to mine. We kiss for a second before he bites my lower lip hard making me wince in pain. He does not release his teeth from my lip while he moves his hand under my shirt to my right nipple and squeezes it hard. The pain shoots through me like a lightning bolt and I squirm slightly as my pussy moistens. He slowly releases my lip, moving his hand to my left nipple and squeezing it hard, I wince again but he has my head pressed hard against the back of the seat so I can't move.

“Don't make a sound. Suck it in and take the pain. Do not move a muscle until I tell you. Is that clear?” I murmur “Mmm” in agreement and he releases me from his grasp. My nipples are both hard, large and stinging as he removes his hand. We sit for a while drinking our drinks , looking into each other’s eyes, and making small talk about the trip to the airport. All the while, he tweaks my nipples repeatedly so they stand up under my shirt. I sit there, drenched between my legs and wanting to cum so badly that I have to focus on the nipple pain to take my mind off such pleasures. After about 30 minutes, he stands, opens his carry on, removes a medium size butt plug and a vibrating egg. He tells me to go to the bathroom, insert both items and return to him. I place the items in my handbag and do as he asks. I plan to return to him quickly so he is pleased with me.

When full figured Alexis gets a job at the exclusive and mysterious Redmond Club an encounter with the wealthy Daniel Trafford is the start of an erotic journey into submission that breaks all the rules. This single 25,000 word volume collects the first three Redmond Club stories: Made to be Broken, Made to be Watched and Made to be Owned.

Please note: This collection is intended for adult audiences and contains scenes of spanking, bdsm and oral, vaginal and anal sex between a dominant alpha male and a magnificent BBW.

"Turn your head and watch as I turn your ass nice and red." I turn my head and watch in the mirror as the redness explodes on my ass cheeks. My pussy starts to drip as you rain blows down on my reddening cheeks. You stop and finger my pussy, and laugh to see how wet I've gotten. You finger me quickly until I start to gasp and then stop. "You won't be cumming again any time soon. Not until I let you."

You finish your shower. You allow me to stand up and tell me to dry you. I dry your body but when I reach your cock, you tell me to lick your cock and balls dry. On my knees, I gently tongue your balls and your cock while you harden in reaction. "Very nice. Stand up." I stand in front of you and you proceed to kiss me and play with my nipples, making them tighten from your attention. You push me down leaning against the tub in front of the sink while you finish getting ready. A light swat on my ass, just to keep it red, you say. A finger sliding into my pussy and around my ass, up and down, slowly pushing your finger into my tight ass. I moan as you start fingering my ass faster. I know what you are doing. You're prepping my ass for your pleasure today. You leave me bent over while you go back into the bedroom. I hear you rummaging in the drawers. You come back in and I raise my head to watch you in the mirror. "Did I tell you to look," you ask? "No sir," I mumble. "You will do only what I tell you today. Immediately, and with no questions. Otherwise, you will pay the consequences. You are here for my pleasure, please me and I may let you come. If not, you will not like what happens. Do you understand?" "Yes sir" I answer, trembling.

"I'm going to turn your ass red once more," you say, "You will not disobey me again." My ass is dry now, but the soreness hasn't decreased. Your blows are harder now, coming from the lighter paddle. In spite of myself, I start to move, to try and decrease the stinging. Whomp! This last blow comes down harder, as you tell me not to move. One, two, three more, finally you stop and I hear you moving around behind me. I don't dare glance up to see what you are doing. I stay faced away as you told me. The anticipation of not knowing as well as having the cool air on my heated ass fills me. I feel your hands gripping my reddened cheeks, bringing a wave of pain/pleasure with it. Then the feel of the large plug pushing at my ass. "Ohhh," I moan as you push it all the way in and then back out and in again. You seat it up tight in my ass, and reach down to stroke my clit. "I'm close sir," I groan as my pussy starts to clench. You pull your hand away, and SMACK on my ass again. "Do not come," you state as you pull away.

"Get dressed," you state as you walk into the bedroom, "no panties or bra, short skirt and your V-neck sweater." I tremble as I pull out the items you requested. The skirt is so short that I cannot bend forward without exposing myself, and will be sitting directly onto my pussy and ass. You pull out the nipple chain as you call me over to you. You roll my nipples until they are hard, then you wrap the chain around my neck twice and hook them to my hardened nipples. You slide the chain between your fingers causing it to pull on them. I close my eyes and sigh in reaction. Pulling on the chain, you reach down and stroke the wetness in my pussy. Abruptly you stop and tell me to continue dressing.

We sit down for breakfast and you smile when I gingerly sit. You know my ass feels every thread of the chair cushions, plus the plug inserts firmly as I sit. "I think we'll go out." "Where?" I ask. "Oh, to look at a few things," you answer. I clean up from our meal, and you come up behind me as I lean over filling the dishwasher. Your hand keeps me forward as you smack my bared ass and fiddle with the plug. "Need to keep your ass nice and warm, don't we?" "Please," I moan as you build me up again quite quickly. Again you stop before I can come. My legs just about drop. You know just how far you can take me, and you push the limits each time knowing that keeping me worked up, puts me in a state of sexual anticipation so high that I'll do anything you ask, to please you, so that you'll eventually let me come. And that when I do, it will be so hard and so long, it'll all be worth it.

Telling me to get ready, you run back upstairs for a moment. You grab your keys, and say, "Let's go." "In the Jeep," you state, and I shudder, knowing that you purposely chose that vehicle for two reasons. My skirt will ride up all the way showing my ass and my pussy as I climb in and out, as well as the suspension will cause me to feel the bumps all the more through the plug in my ass. You help me up into my seat with your hand in my pussy, making me wait there as you finger me. After I sit, you put your finger in my mouth telling me to clean you off. Driving, you rest your hand on my shoulder and gently pull on the chain. You're not letting me come down at all. I try and concentrate on ignoring the sensations of the chain tugging at my nipples and the feelings of my ass being fucked by the plug from the bumpiness of the ride. Luckily, we arrive at the store before I explode.

You purposely pull in next to a younger guy in a sports car, so that he'll have an eye-level view of my throbbing pussy when I climb out. "Spread your legs as you get out," you state as you open your door. "Make sure he sees how wet you are." I glance at you, and you know that I don't like to do this. "Now," you say. I open the door, and the guy glances up out of habit, slowly climb out with my legs apart so my skirt rides even further up. I definitely have an audience now. I keep my eyes downcast, trying to appear that I don't know what's showing. "Look at him," you say softly, and I glance up. He smiles at me as I shut my door and I turn red knowing that I've just exposed myself on purpose to another person. "Very good," you tell me. We tour the store, stopping to look at the various items you wanted. I feel confident that you won't try anything too bold in here. And you don't except for an occasional gripping of my ass cheek, or a quick reach below my skirt as you bend over to check out an item.

We leave and I climb back into the Jeep as modestly as I can. You start the car, but we don't leave yet. "Spread your legs apart," you say as you pull out the dildo from your jacket pocket. You lean over me and tell me to arch so you have better access to my pussy. Gently, you work the head of the plastic cock into the folds of my pussy. Sliding in and out, you work it further until it's just about in. The fullness of the plug in my ass makes it a tighter fit and I feel every stroke you are giving me. "Sit up," you say as you straighten up in your seat. I reach down to pull out the dildo, but you put your hand on mine to stop me and tell me to leave it. "I can't," I say, "it's too much." "Yes," and you push me down to the seat. "Ohhhh," I moan as it fills me even more as my weight pushes it in further. I look over at you and you smile. "You've been wanting this for too long. Today I am going to take you to your limits and beyond your wildest dreams, and you will do all that I say."

You put the truck in gear and take the exit with the speed bumps. I know you aren't going to crawl over them; you want them to fuck me. My breathing is ragged and my eyes are closed as we pull out onto a smoother stretch of road. "You'll like this next place," you say with a grin. Again, I tremble from your words and the sensations in my pussy and ass.

Part 1 & 2 of The Victoria's Secret Billionaire BDSM Series, from bestselling author Anita Dobs:

The Show - Part 1

Lingerie super model Victoria tires of men's usual advances and unimaginative courtship. Feeling something is definitely missing in her successful life, she is surprised to find out she is booked, while in London, by a billionaire lord for a private lingerie show at his mansion.

Giving the solitary show, Victoria finally gets to see him and is taken aback by his looks and bearing. But Lord Phillip Claringdale has an altogether different proposition for her afterward, a proposition that will change her life forever.

Transgression - Part 2

Victoria returns to London from her modeling assignment in Milan.

Angry that Lord Claringdale hasn't contacted her in a month after she signed her contract with him, Victoria refuses to see him, breaking one of the contract rules. Philip then realizes part of Victoria's training will have to come sooner than he expected it would, and brings her to Claringdale mansion for 'discipline'.

During the training though, something unexpected happens that could have huge ramifications for Victoria's life and career, something she has no control over,

Word count: 13,399

Warning: Contains graphic sexual scenes and BDSM in this erotic romance series.

Out of luck Erin can't pay her rent, and that means she must confront the handsome landlord she's admired from afar. When Donovan surprises her with an alternative contract, her old boundaries are shattered.

All she can do is submit to the quiet dom's training regimen, throwing her into a world she barely knew existed. Erin is about to learn that the chains of BDSM aren't just the ones that rattle around her limbs when Donovan takes her into the basement. Real submission demands a psychological transformation that will leave her stronger, and craving more.

Donovan's severe commandments aren't her only challenges either. The nagging voice of uncertainty inside her head wants her to flee from her awe struck submission, just as she has done with everything else in her young life. Will his lessons in pleasure and pain be enough to silence her weakness forever?

Adults only, 18+. An erotic novelette of over 7,500 words containing graphic scenes of bondage, spanking, rough sex, orgasm denial, and other tools of submission.

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EXCERPT

He allowed her a long moment to get used to her restraints. Despite the cold, she felt droplets of sweat roll down her back in triplets, gliding down the curves of her thighs where they ran off onto the sheets below.

Is that really the sound of my breath, or is it the ventilation?

Erin couldn't tell, and her disembodied state only grew worse when he applied the thick black blindfold to her eyes. Actually, it was more of a jet black scarf that wound its way across her eyes, over and over, until he knotted the ends behind her head.

“Are you ready to feel something more than a cool gasp of helplessness, Erin? Please don't let your tongue anywhere near your teeth. This may sting a little,” he said, positioning himself behind her.

His hand raised up behind her buttocks, clad in night colored panties so thin that her peach hue shone through the threads. His harsh palm fell upon her, lighting up the room with the sharp slapping sound, and then the muffled yips that tore from her lips.

Once he started, he didn't rest. The first blow was followed by two more, and two after that, five blinding smacks that christened her into his world of discipline. He doubled his speed with each subsequent pair of whacks.

Erin barely had time to react, or digest the sharp fire braising her flesh. The cheeks clinging to her feminine thighs wavered every time he impacted them, until the vibrations seemed to be one with the stinging.

The temperature of the chains was changing around her limbs. Suddenly, the onrushing blood that coalesced against her burning rear warmed the metal, turning it into hot iron.