The Fire of Her Whip – ebook
The Fire of Her Whip by M. Daniel
In Marisa and The Applicants you will follow the ordeal of four women who responded to an employment opportunity to become the slave of a wealthy dominatrix. The four applicants art put through a number of grueling tests to see which is worthy to become Madam Marissa’s new Beloved Possession.
In The Making of Cassandra we follow the story of the total remolding of a rebellious young hellion into a perfectly willing docile, submissive, and obedient young lady. Under the stern tutelage of her aunt and with the shining example of her thoroughly well trained cousin Annette to follow Cassandra is remade, remolded, and remodeled and returned to her mother as the perfect daughter.
In The New Slave we share in the amusing tale of Beth’s delightful life of servitude to her most adored Goddess Stella. She has been a slave to her Goddess ever since submitting to her one night in their dorm room back in college. Ever since then Beth has enjoyed a life of complete and total submission and obedience to her Goddess. So when Beth becomes enamored of the cute neighbor lady upstairs, Goddess Stella sets out to win her over as a gift for her beloved slave Beth.
KEY WORDS: F/f Domination, Erotic, Spankings, Discipline, BDSM, Lesbian, Paddle, Birch Rod, Whip, Cat-o-nine, Submission, Cage, Deprivation, Golden Showers, Mistress, leather, Spanking, Brush, Whipping, Romance, dominatrix, slave,
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“You two have been violating your rules and you are going to punish each other for it. Now do it!” Pissy looked at her lover’s slim, shapely butt trembling in front of her. She felt the thickness of the rod in her hand and knew the horrible pain she was about to inflict on her love. “Do it, damn you. Now!” Scars yelled. Pissy flinched at the anger in her voice and slowly raised the rod. As she did she noticed for the first time that the rod had been notched to make the blows doubly painful as they not only lashed but also scraped into the flesh of the victim as well. Her pressing reluctance to do that to her love was painfully out weighted by her dire fear of the consequence if she delayed any longer. So, trembling with regret and pity, she let fall the first biting lash from the brutal birch rod.
There was nothing Skunk could do to escape the jagged-edged pain that bolted through her body as the first blow cut away at her naked butt. She was tied down on the heavy wooden table stretched and spread totally vulnerable to all that was yet to come. The second lash from the birch rod caused Skunk to cry out in an ear-piercing scream that even made Cleaner flinch. But, as the blows continued to fall, Cleaner stood by with a broad smile and Scars scrutinized the beating to make sure that Pissy raised a welt with each and every blow. Skunks pitiable wailing was matched in every way by Pissy’s uncontrollable crying over what she was being forced to do. To Cleaner the beating ended all to soon, but to Skunk it seemed to go on forever. But finally it was over and Pissy dropped the rod and fell to her knees crying.
“Now it’s your turn,” Cleaner yelled, “Beat her. Fifteen lashes. And I will take that rod to your breasts if you don’t do a good job. Now do it….