Classic BDSM - Odette Odalisque

This week I tried a little classic BDSM erotica. Nothing too strange, but the mood struck me so I indulged. Next week we get back to the weird stuff.

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First choice cover:

Ursa buys her husband Cas a human sex toy, an odalisque, as a birthday present. What the couple doesn’t expect is how this young woman would come between them. She is pretty and obedient and all too willing to obey, but Cas is enthralled by his new possession. The consequences of his actions eventually leads to a clash between husband and wife and odalisque.

This is a 12,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, group sex, BDSM themes, sexual slavery, lesbian sex, some violent content, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

As much as she wanted to Odette didn’t object when Ursa brought out a small leather flogger. It had so many little leather straps Odette couldn’t count them all. The handle was only six inches long, wrapped in black leather, and adorned with a few metal studs. The straps were eighteen inches long and smooth as silk to the touch, but the moment Ursa swung the flogger down on Odette’s tender skin the touch became fire and with each lashing she cried out in pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ursa asked.

Odette was on her hands and knees on the bed. Ursa had brought down the lash—hard—six times already. Odette was positive about the number because Ursa had instructed her to count aloud with each blow. She shook her head. “No.”

“Are you enjoying this?”

The question took Odette off guard. She hadn’t expected to be asked if she was enjoying her treatment. She was a paid sex slave and it was her duty to endure. She answered honestly. “No.”

“Are you enjoying this?” Ursa repeated. At first Odette thought she wanted her toy to change her answer, but then she realized that Ursa was now directing the question at her husband. Cas was sitting in the armchair in the room’s corner. He was wearing pajama bottoms and slippers. Ursa had already changed into a plain cotton nightshirt. It has hardly a hardcore BDSM scene. It was much close to dull domestic bliss. Odette, as always, was naked.

“Yes,” he answered honestly.

Ursa buys her husband Cas a human sex toy, an odalisque, as a birthday present. What the couple doesn’t expect is how this young woman would come between them. She is pretty and obedient and all too willing to obey, but Cas is enthralled by his new possession. The consequences of his actions eventually leads to a clash between husband and wife and odalisque.

This is a 12,000 word novella intended for adult audiences.

Content warning: This story features graphic sex, group sex, BDSM themes, sexual slavery, lesbian sex, some violent content, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and adult only content.

Excerpt:

As much as she wanted to Odette didn’t object when Ursa brought out a small leather flogger. It had so many little leather straps Odette couldn’t count them all. The handle was only six inches long, wrapped in black leather, and adorned with a few metal studs. The straps were eighteen inches long and smooth as silk to the touch, but the moment Ursa swung the flogger down on Odette’s tender skin the touch became fire and with each lashing she cried out in pain.

“Do you want me to stop?” Ursa asked.

Odette was on her hands and knees on the bed. Ursa had brought down the lash—hard—six times already. Odette was positive about the number because Ursa had instructed her to count aloud with each blow. She shook her head. “No.”

“Are you enjoying this?”

The question took Odette off guard. She hadn’t expected to be asked if she was enjoying her treatment. She was a paid sex slave and it was her duty to endure. She answered honestly. “No.”

“Are you enjoying this?” Ursa repeated. At first Odette thought she wanted her toy to change her answer, but then she realized that Ursa was now directing the question at her husband. Cas was sitting in the armchair in the room’s corner. He was wearing pajama bottoms and slippers. Ursa had already changed into a plain cotton nightshirt. It has hardly a hardcore BDSM scene. It was much close to dull domestic bliss. Odette, as always, was naked.

“Yes,” he answered honestly.