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Alan has
always known he was a submissive. Finding Ilona was both a stroke of luck and
his dream come true. Her putting him into a chastity cage was no big deal. That
was easy. It was when she started introducing Alan to other aspects of what she
expected from her chaste partner that he started to have second thoughts.
What starts
as a strange journey into his own psyche, culminates in Alan’s education in the
world of complete male chastity at the hand of a strong-willed and lusty woman.
This is a 40,000 word novel intended for adult audiences.
Content warning: This story
features graphic sex, enforced male chastity, group sex, some BDSM themes,
female dominance, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Strong language and
adult only content.
This was originally published in
four parts. Collected here as one work.
Excerpt:
“Good. I
have something to tell you. I’m only telling you because I respect you and you
deserve to know. It won’t change our relationship unless you let it.”
I was
worried but I tried not to let it show. “What?” My voice didn’t quaver when I
asked it. That made me relieved.
“I have a
date tonight. It’s a guy I’ve been talking to online. He’s not a sub. He’s just
a guy I want to sleep with. I need to do this.”
“What?”
My brain wasn’t registering what she was saying. Ilona just continued. She knew
exactly what she was doing.
“I want
you to stay here in bed waiting for me. When we’re done, I’ll come home to you.
I’m not going to have a relationship with him. It’s just sex. I need sex from
more than one man. Do you understand that?”
“Yes,” I
replied numbly. I didn’t, but I said I did.
“If you
are good, if you stay here in the bedroom chained up like a good boy, I’ll
reward you when I get home, okay?”
“Why?” I
asked. I wasn’t crying. At least I was pretty sure I wasn’t crying.
“Because
I need to do this. My body, my psyche, craves more than just one man. Because
you are my sub and I am your domme and you need to do what I tell you.” She
gently pushed me down to a sitting position on the bed and kissed me on the
forehead. “You can do this, I know you can.”
“I can do
this,” I parroted back to her.
“If this
works out well, maybe I’ll let you watch next time.”
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Prince Wallace has been paralyzed by some poison and the
only thing that can save his life is the nourishing milk from a woman’s breast.
The only milk available in the kingdom is from a prostitute selling her wares
in the city’s red light district. What problems could possibly ensue?
This is a 20,000 word novelette intended for adult audiences. Content warning: features erotic lactation, graphic sex, consensual prostitution, strong language, adult nursing relationships, erotic situations not all members of the public will enjoy, and other depictions of adult sexuality. Explicit language and adult only content.
Excerpt:
“Why would you say that?” Lady
Benowith’s eyes narrowed on the young woman. “Speak freely. I want to know what
you think.”
While the prostitute doubted that,
she spoke as honestly as she dared. “I’ve done this sort of thing a few times
before. What working girl hasn’t? But it’s always the young man’s father who
does the hiring. And he’s always as discrete as possible. And it’s never with a
man who is obviously about to meet his maker.”
“My son is not dying!” Lady
Benowith thundered. Even the guards winced at her tone.
The prostitute said nothing.
“Have you heard that Prince Wallace
suffered a fall while horseback riding?”
“Yes, yes I have, my lady.”
The mother breathed a sigh of
relief. “Good. Then the story is spreading. The story we want the city to know.
You can see with your own eyes that he is uninjured, but he is ill.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“An unending parade of doctors,
most of them charlatans, have been in to treat him. Most did nothing. Those
that tried to help accomplished nothing. In short, we’ve tried everything
suggested with no good results. You, my dear child, are the latest attempt at
saving my son’s life.”
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