Male Dom - M/F
Moderate BDSM Sex Slavery / Training
Published
3 / 2011
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SYNOPSIS
Book 1 of The Slaves of Master Mike.
"When a horny boy's got a naked girl grovelling at his feet begging to be fucked, and it's more fun for him to say No and watch her suffer, he's a Master."
18-year-olds have problems, and Mike has more than most. His parents treat him like a sick kid, girls treat him like a monster. But his biggest problem is blonde and curvy and chained up naked in the cellar.
Enslaving Cara while his parents were away seemed like a good idea to an 18 year old Gor fan. Now he's got ten days to turn an angry student teacher into a grateful willing slave. Even with online help from the Masters and slavegirls of TrainHer.Net, it'll be tough. But fun...
EXTRACT
At the first blow Cara had flung her head back and howled. When I stopped she sagged
a little in her chains and stared at me in disbelief. I hardly noticed, I was too
entranced by the sight of her tits newly marked with hot red streaks of pain. When I’d
lashed her bottom before, I’d been preoccupied with keeping her under control and hadn’t
had time to appreciate it. Now I felt a great warm glow of fulfilment, the feeling of a
natural musician when he draws the first notes from an instrument, of a natural rider when
he first gets up on a horse. This was what I was born to do. I’d just whipped a naked
girl, and it felt good. I wanted to do it some more.
With urgent haste I stepped round behind her, picked my distance with new-found
skill and laid the whip across her shoulders. The blaze of red stripes over her skin, her
convulsive jerk, her wail of anguish all blended into a perfect experience that had to be
repeated. And repeated. And repeated.
Eventually I realised that she wasn’t reacting so enjoyably any more, and there
wasn’t a spot between her neck and her knees that wasn’t crosshatched in shades from hot
pink to cherry red, and my arm ached. I swapped the whip for my phone and contemplated the
flogged girl in front of me, feeling a deep rich satisfaction like the aftermath of the
best ever wank without the depression and regret. Though Willy was as stiff as ever, I was
as pleased if we’d already fucked: I felt tenderly fond of Cara, as she hung limp and
shook with sobs, for having shared this beautiful moment with me.
