STORY DESCRIPTION On the point of verbal defiance he saw her pick up the whip and was at once aware of the possible consequences. Removal of his restraints would not be one of them so he obediently shuffled forwards to the plinth, surmounting it with difficulty as the hobble tugged on his ankles. He stopped in the small area before the throne to be greeted again by the warm aroma of her boots.
'Ah, good,' she sighed placing a hand on his head and spreading fingers across the rubber helmet. Her face moved close to his, her breath fell upon him as a sexual furnace, her green eyes were all. 'Make the most of it, my treasure. Who can say it isn't all a wicked dream.'
Sexually involved with his female office colleagues, Megan and the dominant Donna, ambitious solicitor Adam is given the task of tracking down a mysterious woman they call The Priestess who is defrauding his firm's client, a city sex club owner. His enquiries lead him eventually to a bizarre and isolated institution where he is betrayed, treated as a spy and held prisoner. There he is subjected to fetishistic humiliation with various forms of restraint, not only to protect their secrets but to render satisfaction of a non-legal nature to the glamorous personnel. Donna sets out to rescue him but finds there an unexpected role of her own.
Yvonne Strickland, the mistress of the erotic, relates another block-busting masterpiece with The Priestess.
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