**WARNING**
The Contents of this novel are extreme and graphic. It explores the dark side of human nature. It is not for the weak of heart or those easily offended.
An S&M Mistress gives us a look into the dark side of the S&M world and into the underground trafficing of white slavery. She takes us through her process of training the wild girls she acquires through her vast underground network.
This fictional novel is extreme from the first paragraph.
EXTRACT
I crated up my two novice bitches and the one I had in for boarding,
leaving each of them with something to think about before I returned
my favourite to run loose in her pen with the gate unlocked. I
didn't take chances, even with her. She was hobbled with weights,
allowing her limited freedom. All of my current responsibilities
taken care of, I gloved up and settled down to the long slow process
of breaking the new bitch.
She was whimpering a little bit, her body dewed with sweat. Her
scent was sharp with fear and adrenaline, with the sour undertone of
drugs. She jerked and startled wildly when I slid a slick finger over
her asshole. She was blind and deaf inside the hood, her head
thrashing as she twisted in the restraints, newly afraid.
The restraints held her firmly in place, no matter how wildly she
tried to avoid my probing finger. I massaged the tightly clenched
little hole patiently, smoothing more lube over it and nudged a finger
tip within its tight grasp. I petted her bottom, just stroking my
hand over her ass and thighs, languidly teasing her while I waited for
her to figure out that the finger in her ass wasn't going to kill
her.
As soon as she calmed a little, I immediately nudged my finger in
deeper, and started to give her a nice little hand spanking. I'm not
sure which sensation had her wailing, but I suspect it was the anal
penetration. Most wild bitches are frantic when they first experience
it, although the bitches I get in for training are usually worse,
ruined by bad handling and impatient owners.
My hands are small, even for a woman, and I have long, slender
fingers. I used plenty of lube, and took my time, but that ass was
going to be opened up if it took me the next week to manage it. Her
butt was warming up nicely by the time she finally settled down a
little, uttering small squeaks of protest in sweet counterpoint to the
sound of my hand striking her pretty bottom as I eased that single
finger in and out of her asshole.
The stainless steel syringe was perfect for the initial flush.
Between the drugs, the stress and the travelling, she was surely in
need of a thorough purging. She yelped in surprise as the heated oil
suddenly flooded her ass, the pressure forcing oil high up into her
bowel. As upset as that made her, her yelp of protest was nothing
compared to the pleading whimpers that came a few minutes later.
I used my favourite rubber slapper. It would leave her feeling
thoroughly spanked without the possibility of deeper tissue damage,
like the welts and bruises left by some other toys. The rubber was
easy to disinfect and clean, always an important consideration.
Between the pressure building in her gut and the pain of the
strapping, she was soon wailing again, sobbing piteously utterly
mortified when her sphincter finally gave up the ghost. I reached
around from the side and massaged her clitoris as she voided her
bowels, staying well out of range of her distressed spurting.
I hosed away the foul smelling slime, briskly washing her anus and
perineum before changing my gloves and starting over, slipping a well
lubricated finger in her ass to slick her up for the next treatment.
First came two additional litres of heated mineral oil followed by a
vibrating butt plug hardly than my index finger. It added a whole new
dimension to the retention phase as I gave her the spanking she would
always receive with her enemas during training.
