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Years of passionate fantasies of bondage, submission and pain, coupled with a boring, unsatisfying sex life, seem about to change when Jon enters Carly's life and begins showing her a world she's only dreamed about. It's far more exciting and arousing than she could have imagined. And far more brutal, frightening and painful as well. Then, amidst her doubts about the path she's chosen, she discovers that her daughter, Carrie, has the same dark needs as her mother. Can she take Carrie on the path with her? Will they support each other to find fulfillment, or will both their lives disintegrate into destruction?

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Excerpt..

He was waiting, just as he'd promised. She wasn't exactly giddy about her reaction to seeing him; he'd already burned that 'little girl' reflex to a cinder. What she felt was darker, more sinister and more frightening. It was also the most profound emotion she'd ever experienced. Every bit of fear and anxiety at facing the unknown was real; so too was the excitement; the charge at the tips of each nerve ending; the tingle in her pussy, that was always, it seemed now, hot and wet. The longing for the intensity he'd shown her grew to an ache, a desperate need to feel his strength again as it bent her to his will.
As she approached he got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. The contrast between them was striking. She looked like a million bucks, he wore jeans and a black T-shirt, with sneakers. She stared at him not quite understanding. "Are you going to change..." she asked, whereupon he smiled, patted her cheek and said "Get in."
She was angry, and hurt as well. He got back in the car, glanced her way and said, "What?"
"I... I just don't understand, I guess. I was excited about getting dressed up and going out. Now I just feel like I'm wearing a costume."
"And that makes you feel... how?"
"Like you don't respect me. Why did I go to all this trouble?"
"I told you already. But if you need to be reminded, I'll tell you once more. But only once more."
His voice was stone cold. Which was precisely the effect his words had on her heart. She remembered what he'd told her at the very beginning. This can be powerful, profound and more intense than anything you can imagine. But it's not romance. Never make that mistake. She realized she'd still been making that very mistake. She wondered if it was possible for a woman to avoid that mistake.
"Tonight is about me getting to show you off. You are my prize."
"Is that all I am to you?" knowing as she asked it was the wrong question.
"You have come to me, Carly, by choice. If you choose to leave, so be it. But if you are going to stay, decide right this instant that you will get your ego out of the way. Any questions?"
"No. No questions." Pause. "Sir!" God, what was she doing? You don't poke a bear with a stick. Especially when he's uncaged.
"You disappoint me, my dear. You have so much to learn, and so much unwarranted arrogance in the way."
"Maybe I don't care." She knew she was blowing it, big time. But it was a reflex and you simply can't out think a reflex. "Maybe I'll take a pass on tonight."
"Maybe? There is no maybe. I'm going to count to five. By the time I'm done, You will either have left my car, and we will never see each other again, or you will have pulled your dress up to your waist, leaned back in your seat and spread your legs for me. One."
"Oh, stop it. Can't we just talk about this?"
"Two."
"You don't have to be this way, damn it."
"Three."
"Jon!"
"Four."
"God damn you!" She started to cry.
"Five."
"All right. All right!" She started pulling her dress up over her knees. It was long, and tight and it took her no small amount of effort to bunch the material up past her thighs and finally free her legs. His windows were tinted, but not to black. People passing by could see what she was doing, and a couple of them did a second take.
Carly's tears were hot with rage and sharp with her humiliation. She shouldn't have defied him; she knew better. But once again, he understood her better than she knew herself. He'd known she wouldn't leave. And so now he had her permission to do whatever he wanted.
He opened the glove compartment and removed a long strand of soft leather, maybe two feet long. "Lean forward," he said, "and cross your wrists behind your back."
She felt herself obey and cried all the harder for the ease with which she allowed him to control her. She did as he instructed, and he tied the strap around her wrists. It wasn't tight. She could have easily gotten out of it. She recognized the reality that it symbolized. She could end this any time she wished. She did not wish to end it.
"Now lean back. There's a lever beside your seat, to recline the back."
She was numb, unable to think, only to respond and do his bidding. She found the lever and leaned back.
"Open your legs."
A couple of guys were hovering outside the car now.
Jon said, "You need to be reminded of you priorities, my dear. Why you are here, why you will stay."
He placed his hand on her pussy. She braced herself for the spanking that she knew was coming, crying nonstop.
Instead he began tickling her clit, letting the tip of his forefinger dance rapidly between her lips, until the glorious pack of nerves began to swell and stiffen. Then he rammed two fingers inside her.
Outside, a few more people had joined the gawkers.
"This is what rules you, Carly. It's what rules all sluts, and you, my dear, are a slut." Fucking her hard. "And tonight, you will get your first lessons in the proper way for a slut to behave in public."
He kept fucking her with his hand and she began rising up to those orgasmic peaks he seemed able to generate at will. Then he brutally brought her back with three hard, vicious slaps, right on her clit.
She shook violently and screamed. Then he was back inside her.
Outside could be heard the reaction of the growing throng. It blended with the roaring in her head from the winds of orgasm building rapidly again to a shuddering peak.
Now he was back at her clit, but this time, instead of stroking it, he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and began to pinch, gently at first, but with steadily increasing pressure.
"Pay attention, Carly. Are you listening?"
"Yes… oh God."
"You need to behave yourself tonight. Do you understand?"
Harder now on her clit. Squeezing. Distorting the tiny thing.
"You will do whatever I say, tonight. Is that clear?"
"Yes, I will.. oh Jesus!"
"Yes, sir."
"Yes, sir," she repeated, gasping now from the intense sensations in her clit.
"You will obey me without hesitation. You will at all times present yourself as belonging to me. Is that clear."
"Oh God, yes. Yes sir."
Another hard slap, then back inside her, slamming hard into her.
"If you want to come, I'd suggest you get to it. It seems about time to make our exit."
She scarcely needed encouragement. She'd already felt the first waves rolling out of her pussy when he slapped her the last time and now they washed through her, battering her with their force.
She cried again, unable to stop, unable to control the quivering in her muscles, the spasms deep within.
"Are you done?" he asked, after letting her spasm wildly for a minute or so.
"I... I guess so..." she whispered.
"We can always pick back up later. In fact, I can guarantee it."
He started his vehicle and eased away from the curb, just as a policeman on foot was wandering over to see what the gathering on the sidewalk was all about. They departed amid cheers and applause.
And in Carly's thoughts the word 'slut' bounced back and forth like a hard rubber ball.


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He was waiting, just as he'd promised. She wasn't exactly giddy about her reaction to seeing him; he'd already burned that 'little girl'
reflex to a cinder. What she felt was darker, more sinister and more frightening. It was also the most profound emotion she'd ever
experienced. Every bit of fear and anxiety at facing the unknown was real; so too was the excitement; the charge at the tips of each nerve
ending; the tingle in her pussy, that was always, it seemed now, hot and wet. The longing for the intensity he'd shown her grew to an ache,
a desperate need to feel his strength again as it bent her to his will.

As she approached he got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. The contrast between them was striking. She looked like
a million bucks, he wore jeans and a black T-shirt, with sneakers. She stared at him not quite understanding. "Are you going to change..."
she asked, whereupon he smiled, patted her cheek and said "Get in."

She was angry, and hurt as well. He got back in the car, glanced her way and said, "What?"

"I... I just don't understand, I guess. I was excited about getting dressed up and going out. Now I just feel like I'm wearing a
costume."

"And that makes you feel... how?"

"Like you don't respect me. Why did I go to all this trouble?"

"I told you already. But if you need to be reminded, I'll tell you once more. But only once more."

His voice was stone cold. Which was precisely the effect his words had on her heart. She remembered what he'd told her at the very
beginning. This can be powerful, profound and more intense than anything you can imagine. But it's not romance. Never make that mistake. She
realized she'd still been making that very mistake. She wondered if it was possible for a woman to avoid that mistake.

"Tonight is about me getting to show you off. You are my prize."

"Is that all I am to you?" knowing as she asked it was the wrong question.

"You have come to me, Carly, by choice. If you choose to leave, so be it. But if you are going to stay, decide right this instant that you
will get your ego out of the way. Any questions?"

"No. No questions." Pause. "Sir!" God, what was she doing? You don't poke a bear with a stick. Especially when he's uncaged.

"You disappoint me, my dear. You have so much to learn, and so much unwarranted arrogance in the way."

"Maybe I don't care." She knew she was blowing it, big time. But it was a reflex and you simply can't out think a reflex. "Maybe I'll take
a pass on tonight."

"Maybe? There is no maybe. I'm going to count to five. By the time I'm done, You will either have left my car, and we will never see each
other again, or you will have pulled your dress up to your waist, leaned back in your seat and spread your legs for me. One."

"Oh, stop it. Can't we just talk about this?"

"Two."

"You don't have to be this way, damn it."

"Three."

"Jon!"

"Four."

"God damn you!" She started to cry.

"Five."

"All right. All right!" She started pulling her dress up over her knees. It was long, and tight and it took her no small amount of effort
to bunch the material up past her thighs and finally free her legs. His windows were tinted, but not to black. People passing by could see
what she was doing, and a couple of them did a second take.

Carly's tears were hot with rage and sharp with her humiliation. She shouldn't have defied him; she knew better. But once again, he
understood her better than she knew herself. He'd known she wouldn't leave. And so now he had her permission to do whatever he wanted. />
He opened the glove compartment and removed a long strand of soft leather, maybe two feet long. "Lean forward," he said, "and cross your
wrists behind your back."

She felt herself obey and cried all the harder for the ease with which she allowed him to control her. She did as he instructed, and he
tied the strap around her wrists. It wasn't tight. She could have easily gotten out of it. She recognized the reality that it symbolized.
She could end this any time she wished. She did not wish to end it.

"Now lean back. There's a lever beside your seat, to recline the back."

She was numb, unable to think, only to respond and do his bidding. She found the lever and leaned back.

"Open your legs."

A couple of guys were hovering outside the car now.

Jon said, "You need to be reminded of you priorities, my dear. Why you are here, why you will stay."

He placed his hand on her pussy. She braced herself for the spanking that she knew was coming, crying nonstop.

Instead he began tickling her clit, letting the tip of his forefinger dance rapidly between her lips, until the glorious pack of nerves
began to swell and stiffen. Then he rammed two fingers inside her.

Outside, a few more people had joined the gawkers.

"This is what rules you, Carly. It's what rules all sluts, and you, my dear, are a slut." Fucking her hard. "And tonight, you will get your
first lessons in the proper way for a slut to behave in public."

He kept fucking her with his hand and she began rising up to those orgasmic peaks he seemed able to generate at will. Then he brutally
brought her back with three hard, vicious slaps, right on her clit.

She shook violently and screamed. Then he was back inside her.

Outside could be heard the reaction of the growing throng. It blended with the roaring in her head from the winds of orgasm building
rapidly again to a shuddering peak.

Now he was back at her clit, but this time, instead of stroking it, he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and began to pinch,
gently at first, but with steadily increasing pressure.

"Pay attention, Carly. Are you listening?"

"Yes… oh God."

"You need to behave yourself tonight. Do you understand?"

Harder now on her clit. Squeezing. Distorting the tiny thing.

"You will do whatever I say, tonight. Is that clear?"

"Yes, I will.. oh Jesus!"

"Yes, sir."

"Yes, sir," she repeated, gasping now from the intense sensations in her clit.

"You will obey me without hesitation. You will at all times present yourself as belonging to me. Is that clear."

"Oh God, yes. Yes sir."

Another hard slap, then back inside her, slamming hard into her.

"If you want to come, I'd suggest you get to it. It seems about time to make our exit."

She scarcely needed encouragement. She'd already felt the first waves rolling out of her pussy when he slapped her the last time and now
they washed through her, battering her with their force.

She cried again, unable to stop, unable to control the quivering in her muscles, the spasms deep within.

"Are you done?" he asked, after letting her spasm wildly for a minute or so.

"I... I guess so..." she whispered.

"We can always pick back up later. In fact, I can guarantee it."

He started his vehicle and eased away from the curb, just as a policeman on foot was wandering over to see what the gathering on the
sidewalk was all about. They departed amid cheers and applause.

And in Carly's thoughts the word 'slut' bounced back and forth like a hard rubber ball.


Excerpt..

He was waiting, just as he'd promised. She wasn't exactly giddy about her reaction to seeing him; he'd already burned that 'little girl'

reflex to a cinder. What she felt was darker, more sinister and more frightening. It was also the most profound emotion she'd ever

experienced. Every bit of fear and anxiety at facing the unknown was real; so too was the excitement; the charge at the tips of each nerve

ending; the tingle in her pussy, that was always, it seemed now, hot and wet. The longing for the intensity he'd shown her grew to an ache,

a desperate need to feel his strength again as it bent her to his will.


As she approached he got out of the car and walked around to open the door for her. The contrast between them was striking. She looked like

a million bucks, he wore jeans and a black T-shirt, with sneakers. She stared at him not quite understanding. "Are you going to change..."

she asked, whereupon he smiled, patted her cheek and said "Get in."


She was angry, and hurt as well. He got back in the car, glanced her way and said, "What?"


"I... I just don't understand, I guess. I was excited about getting dressed up and going out. Now I just feel like I'm wearing a

costume."


"And that makes you feel... how?"


"Like you don't respect me. Why did I go to all this trouble?"


"I told you already. But if you need to be reminded, I'll tell you once more. But only once more."


His voice was stone cold. Which was precisely the effect his words had on her heart. She remembered what he'd told her at the very

beginning. This can be powerful, profound and more intense than anything you can imagine. But it's not romance. Never make that mistake. She

realized she'd still been making that very mistake. She wondered if it was possible for a woman to avoid that mistake.


"Tonight is about me getting to show you off. You are my prize."


"Is that all I am to you?" knowing as she asked it was the wrong question.


"You have come to me, Carly, by choice. If you choose to leave, so be it. But if you are going to stay, decide right this instant that you

will get your ego out of the way. Any questions?"


"No. No questions." Pause. "Sir!" God, what was she doing? You don't poke a bear with a stick. Especially when he's uncaged.


"You disappoint me, my dear. You have so much to learn, and so much unwarranted arrogance in the way."


"Maybe I don't care." She knew she was blowing it, big time. But it was a reflex and you simply can't out think a reflex. "Maybe I'll take

a pass on tonight."


"Maybe? There is no maybe. I'm going to count to five. By the time I'm done, You will either have left my car, and we will never see each

other again, or you will have pulled your dress up to your waist, leaned back in your seat and spread your legs for me. One."


"Oh, stop it. Can't we just talk about this?"


"Two."


"You don't have to be this way, damn it."


"Three."


"Jon!"


"Four."


"God damn you!" She started to cry.


"Five."


"All right. All right!" She started pulling her dress up over her knees. It was long, and tight and it took her no small amount of effort

to bunch the material up past her thighs and finally free her legs. His windows were tinted, but not to black. People passing by could see

what she was doing, and a couple of them did a second take.


Carly's tears were hot with rage and sharp with her humiliation. She shouldn't have defied him; she knew better. But once again, he

understood her better than she knew herself. He'd known she wouldn't leave. And so now he had her permission to do whatever he wanted.
/>

He opened the glove compartment and removed a long strand of soft leather, maybe two feet long. "Lean forward," he said, "and cross your

wrists behind your back."


She felt herself obey and cried all the harder for the ease with which she allowed him to control her. She did as he instructed, and he

tied the strap around her wrists. It wasn't tight. She could have easily gotten out of it. She recognized the reality that it symbolized.

She could end this any time she wished. She did not wish to end it.


"Now lean back. There's a lever beside your seat, to recline the back."


She was numb, unable to think, only to respond and do his bidding. She found the lever and leaned back.


"Open your legs."


A couple of guys were hovering outside the car now.


Jon said, "You need to be reminded of you priorities, my dear. Why you are here, why you will stay."


He placed his hand on her pussy. She braced herself for the spanking that she knew was coming, crying nonstop.


Instead he began tickling her clit, letting the tip of his forefinger dance rapidly between her lips, until the glorious pack of nerves

began to swell and stiffen. Then he rammed two fingers inside her.


Outside, a few more people had joined the gawkers.


"This is what rules you, Carly. It's what rules all sluts, and you, my dear, are a slut." Fucking her hard. "And tonight, you will get your

first lessons in the proper way for a slut to behave in public."


He kept fucking her with his hand and she began rising up to those orgasmic peaks he seemed able to generate at will. Then he brutally

brought her back with three hard, vicious slaps, right on her clit.


She shook violently and screamed. Then he was back inside her.


Outside could be heard the reaction of the growing throng. It blended with the roaring in her head from the winds of orgasm building

rapidly again to a shuddering peak.


Now he was back at her clit, but this time, instead of stroking it, he grasped it between his thumb and forefinger and began to pinch,

gently at first, but with steadily increasing pressure.


"Pay attention, Carly. Are you listening?"


"Yes… oh God."


"You need to behave yourself tonight. Do you understand?"


Harder now on her clit. Squeezing. Distorting the tiny thing.


"You will do whatever I say, tonight. Is that clear?"


"Yes, I will.. oh Jesus!"


"Yes, sir."


"Yes, sir," she repeated, gasping now from the intense sensations in her clit.


"You will obey me without hesitation. You will at all times present yourself as belonging to me. Is that clear."


"Oh God, yes. Yes sir."


Another hard slap, then back inside her, slamming hard into her.


"If you want to come, I'd suggest you get to it. It seems about time to make our exit."


She scarcely needed encouragement. She'd already felt the first waves rolling out of her pussy when he slapped her the last time and now

they washed through her, battering her with their force.


She cried again, unable to stop, unable to control the quivering in her muscles, the spasms deep within.


"Are you done?" he asked, after letting her spasm wildly for a minute or so.


"I... I guess so..." she whispered.


"We can always pick back up later. In fact, I can guarantee it."


He started his vehicle and eased away from the curb, just as a policeman on foot was wandering over to see what the gathering on the

sidewalk was all about. They departed amid cheers and applause.


And in Carly's thoughts the word 'slut' bounced back and forth like a hard rubber ball.



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Really great book, I could not stop....strong story and strong characters, and very elaborate descriptions... 5 out of 5

IF you have trained a slave this book is ok, if you have not this is excellent 4 out of 5 (Chicago)

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Jack Scranton spent ten years as a special forces operative, followed by another ten working for an international security firm, a career which has taken him to some of the more dangerous areas in the world. He currently resides in an isolated area of the Adirondack Mountains with two Siamese cats, a Doberman Pinscher named Clyde and three lovely, willing slaves, who, nontheless, walk out on him when he becomes insufferable, an all too common occurrance. He has published mainstream fiction under a different name, but as Jack Scranton, he tends to this, his preferred genre.

 


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