It was kind of like directing an orchestra, but with flesh and emotion as the instruments…

It’s no big surprise that some people come to me out of a certain desperation in their lives … a yearning to experience this dark side of their sexuality when deep down they know damn well that it’s never going to be a reality in their lives.

I’m not a psychiatrist, and there’s only so much that I can do to help a person learn to embrace their kinky side if they’ve already got far too many cards stacked against them and are against a drastic cleaning of house, however what I can give them is sometimes just enough. Small doses of a different universe – just a quick taste to help keep the demons of desire at bay. Only a few hours at a time, maybe months or even years in between – really, whatever their calendars and their budgets and their cover stories can allow.

Mistress Elizabeth Simone is a professional and lifestyle domme who prides herself in sharing the very essence of BDSM that she treasures in her own life with anyone who desires to learn the ins and outs of what being a dominant woman is really all about. From the sensual side to the truly sadistic, Mistress Simone takes a personal pleasure in knowing precisely which buttons to push in each of her submissives and delights herself in a clientele that has blessed her with years of devoted service and eclectic memories.

This session features the tale of not one, but two submissives – Cassidy and Douglas – who had never met before entering Mistress Simone’s dungeon, but were given the opportunity to share an intense afternoon of corporal punishment that included bondage, flogging, caning, and more that would prove to open up their eyes to their own desires in a way that two quiet strangers from rural America would’ve otherwise never even imagined.


Excerpt…

When Cassidy began to whimper as I unleashed a fury of blows across her ass and thighs, Douglas felt her reactions, too.

When Douglas screamed out in pain on account of a particularly cruel swat with my hand in an area that was quite tender, Cassidy knew all too well just how much he hurt.

…and yet the throbbing cock that pressed innocently up against her belly served to remind her that he wasn’t entirely disliking the session as it progressed, either…

It was when I looked up to satisfyingly see their fingers interlocked as they took their blows hand in hand together – two strangers brought together for one deviant purpose – that I accepted that it was time to move forward with the next step of my plan for them.

Admittedly at first I wasn’t sure when I traded in my weapon whether perhaps I was pushing them too much, but then I recalled my history with each of them individually, and as a wicked smile grew across my lips while I strode back to their place, my first swing with the rattan cane cut through the air and into the awaiting flesh as if to remind them both that I hadn’t forgotten at all what they had come to me to feel…


More Books in This Series…

  1. BOUND
  2. USED
  3. WHIPPED

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