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Master's Submission
When
Bethany reads her Master’s note, she expects it to contain the usual set of
instructions telling her how to prepare for their Friday evening play session.
But her Master asks for the unexpected—he wants her to be his Domme. Bethany is
terrified at the prospect, but she doesn’t want to disappoint Master. She’ll
need to tap into her inner dominatrix if she’s to give her newly submissive
lover what he needs.
Book excerpt:
I
stood by the bedside table, where Master had left his instructions on a piece of
red paper he’d transformed into an origami swan.
Beautiful. A shame to unfold it, really. Every Friday night, he left me prep
work for the scene he wanted to act out when he returned from the office.
Sometimes
he made simple requests, asking me to answer the door dressed only in my
leather collar and crotchless panties, and then kneel at his feet after he
entered. Or he gave me more detailed instructions, where I had to cook a
three-course meal, light candles, make up the bed in satin sheets and lay out the
various crops and floggers in a straight line on the mahogany desk by the
window. Master loved scenarios involving costume play, especially when I wore
my corseted Victorian gown, and he tied me to the bed, ravishing me while I
begged to be set free. Other times I draped myself in filmy veils and posed as
a harem girl, shimmying my hips in an improvised belly dance. When I finished
removing the veils, dropping them one by one at his feet, he played the sultan
and demanded sexual favors.
I
held the paper swan to my nose, inhaling its scent. His scent. I caught the
faint hint of musky cologne, Fetiche, which I bought for his birthday. One fold
at a time, I straightened the paper, tingling in anticipation. What did he
desire this evening? Bondage? Spanking? A session with the flogger that ended
in a frenzy of fucking? Warmth spread through my pussy as multiple
possibilities spun inside my mind. Closing my eyes, I pressed the paper against
my lips.
When
Master wrote his notes, the pen left indentations in the paper. The precisely
looped Ds and bold Ys reflected his assertive personality.
Dearest Bethany,
Tonight, your task is to be my Domme. Do what you
like with me.
Your humble servant,
Dylan
What?
Domme him? I didn’t have a clue how to be a Domme. I’d always been his
submissive. We’d been together five years and for that entire time, I’d acted
as his willing servant, surrendering to him, pleasing him. The roles suited us
to perfection. My previous relationships were the same. I’d always been with a
Dom, and never, ever considered any other role for myself. Being a sub
fulfilled me.
I
read the note a second time. He signed it Dylan, his real name. All the other
messages had been signed Master.
What do I do? What do I do?
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1 comment:
I adored this book. *waves to Helena*
Marika/Harlie
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