BDSM for the First Time (1st time Punishment + Victorian Humiliation, Submissive Fertile Female, Object Insertion, Voyeur) Volume 4 - 3 Short Stories Book Boxed Set Anthology + BONUS STORY
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BDSM for the First Time
(1st time Punishment + Victorian Humiliation, Submissive Fertile Female, Object Insertion, Voyeur)
Volume 4
+ BONUS STORY
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Individuals on the cover are models and are used for illustrative purposes only.
Authors note: All character in this story are 18 years of age and older. This is a work of fiction, any resemblance to real live name or events are purely coincidental.
Be aware: This story is written for, and should only be enjoyed by, ADULTS. It includes explicit descriptions of intense sexual activity between consenting adults. Said activities include, but are not limited to First Time Backdoor Domination, Menage, Public Humiliation, Object Insertion, BDSM Domination, Voyeurism and more……..
Note that this work of fiction resembles a fantasy world, all events taking place are a result of a role play amongst all parties and all parties are fully consenting adults.
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Controlling Boss
You’ve tested the limits of my trust, now it’s time for me do the same to your body!
Lorraine knew she was exposing herself.
But he’d taken it too far and it was time to teach her domineering boss an unforgettable lesson.
The plan for simple enough, sneak into his flat.
Teach him a lesson and then disappear. In and out in minutes.
But when she confronts him the shower and grapples with him.
He quickly pins her up against the wall and seeks retribution…
…..for breaking his trust and trespassing on his territory.
Retribution as he trespasses her innocent and untouched body.
Guilty Pleasure
I need to be punished Master. Please. Spank me hard for my misdeeds.
Kimberly knew what she had to do.
The busty blonde cafe manager was dangerously close to failing her annual inspection.
Something drastic had to be done to salvage her treasured job.
Kimberly sizes up the smoldering hot , hard chiseled Head Office Rep.
And wearing her eye popping, tantalising outfit, bearing copious amounts of flesh
She teases him and leads him until he lays down his demands.
That she submits every inch of her body……
…..and blindly accepts her punishment for her misdeeds for one more chance…….
Caught and Spanked
You've been caught spying. Bend Over. It’s time to accept your punishment!
Penny couldn't help but hear her neighbours intimate etrotic antics.
The whispers, the murmurs and the unforgettable sound of hard spanking.
Curiosity got the better of Penny and she pushed herself further to find out what was happening.
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….awaiting her punishment.
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Controlling Boss
Chapter 1
Just relax Lorraine and take deep breaths I tell myself.
I shut my eyes tightly and follow my breathing slowly, very slowly. I just need to compose myself.
It’s not everyday that I break into my asshole of a boss’s apartment for revenge.
I’m almost there I remind myself. I need to do this. I need to go through with this today. Once and for all.
I discreetly look around me and watch as the queue for the ground floor lifts in the lobby grows. The lift homed close to reception in a building as exquisite as this probably gets a lot of use.
And what a fucking building. The Victorian era style complex stretches up seven floors and is home to seventy stunning apartments fetching north of one million dollars. With door security, 24 hour surveillance and an on site gym. Only the richest of the town's rich are able to afford luxuries like this.
The hotel lobby discreetly pumps out the gentle warm air through the vents above, creating a soothing and homely ambience for the hundreds of visitors that pass through the exclusive apartment complex on a daily basis.
Floor six and floor five. Damn it, what is taking these lifts so long. I’ve been waiting long enough to teach my dominating and cruel boss a lessons in the secluded confines of his flat and the time couldn't come any sooner.
I feel a sudden gust of wind behind me quickly encircle my bare thighs and the unsuspecting blast of cold races up between my skirt, licking my thighs on its ascent and rests between my legs. Teasing my pussy awake. I clench my thigh muscles hoping to shake off the sudden invasion up my short skirt. I need to focus on the task at hand.
And that task is Patrick’s lesson.
Patrick is my boss at Richardson & Pealson Ltd, a company specialising in pharmaceutical law. I had taken a junior role under his wing and quickly progressed to become a valued member of his team of ten staff. A few months ago, his long serving Personal Assistant left and Patrick promoted me to take over the majority of her role. Along with a higher salary and better working hours. I thought it was a dream. That is until Patrick sudden advances became too much for me.
Now don’t get me wrong. Patrick is fucking handsome.
And his fucking physique. Oh. My. Fucking. God. His clothes hug his chest tightly, obvious to the world that he possesses the envious body of a Greek God. But it just wasn't the time or the place.
I rejected Patrick’s advances, then all of a sudden I find my life has become hell on earth in the office. The tasks he assigns me. The hours he pushes me to work. He hasn’t done or said anything specifically but I know. I know he is punishing me. But you can’t say no to a man like Patrick.
Someone who is used to getting his own way. Every. Fucking. Time.
I’ve had enough now. This was two months ago and it’s time he is taught a lesson. A valuable one that he will not forget in a hurry. No means no and he needs to understand that.
The crowd waiting for the elevator grows and I catch glimpses of smiles from passing men. Their eyes. Their look. I know instantly they are mentally undressing me. Every inch of my body becoming their pleasure in their sordid fantasies. But this is what happens when you dress like a slut.
Dressing down to play the part. The part of an escort that Patrick has booked for night. That was the only way I could think of to get past reception. The building has tight security protocols on non-residents, but it’s a known fact that almost all of the filthy rich single men in the exclusive building fulfil their thirsty sexual needs with high class hooker.
It’s taken me out of my comfort zone, showing this much flesh for a such an occasion but I know it needs to be done. The tight purple top hugs my chest tightly as the shape of my boobs stands proud, displaying the deep cleavage between the two large mounds.
I struggled to fit myself into the tight red skirt. The flimsy material wraps tightly around my ass and screams it’s devastating beauty to the world, barely covering the thin fabric covering my pussy. The red stiletto heels tie the outfit off perfectly. And I stand proud. Proud as I play the part of Patrick’s Thursday evening hooker. The moment I walked into the reception desk and asked for Patrick’s suite number. The receptionist eyed me from head to toe and smiled as she provided me with the details I needed.
I usually dress a lot more conservatively, or at least I try to. My usual attire covers up as much flesh as I can. But this outfit. Exposing this much flesh to the world. Announcing my sex for sale. I feel so free and so liberated. Almost, as if the inner slut in me is begging to be released.
My shoulders tighten as I feel a sudden surge of energy course through my body. An electric surge overtaking my senses as it spreads through every inch of my tender skin. Men strain over without looking too obvious in an attempt to stare at my alluring cleavage. I notice a couple of the men stare at my legs through the gold reflection in front of us. I know what they are thinking and hoping. If I’m wearing any panties. And if I would bend over just a little or hike my skirt just an inch, To appease them. To answer their question their cocks are begging to know. The crowd around me grows and I am surrounded by several men. Suddenly the air is clouded with the scent of pre-cum circling around my torso.
Ground Floor. Door opening. Please stand back.
The lift doors open and I shuffle in along with several others. The lift has a full standing mirror at the back of the enclosure and I smile as the slut I have become stares back at me. She is dressed to kill. I look at her, I know who she is and yet she looks so different. Every inch of her curves on display , the deep valley between her breasts on show for the world and the shape of her ass begging for attention. Every inch of her body screams fuck me. Fuck. Me. Now.
Despite what I look like. Despite what I am wearing. I am not a slut. Not deep inside. Not like Scarlett, my closest and dearest friend. Now, she is promiscuous. I’ve known her for over five years now and that saucy little minx spreads her pretty legs open at the earliest opportunity if she had a glimmer of a chance of taking advantage of the situation.
But no, I have a few more morals than that. I cannot and will not use sex as a weapon. I’ve taken my cues on how to dress the part of an escort from Scarlett but it’s only to get my way into that bastard’s flat.
The lifts make their way up to the third floor and as the door open, the females standing in front of me make their way out, I watch and observe their attire from behind them. Their dresses, their hair, their handbags. Everything about them, they clearly have style. Expensive style. I follow the wide corridor out and look for the signs indicating the location of Room 34B. The sharp smell of power and money coasts the air in the hallway and throttles my senses. I am surrounded by the richest of the rich and here I am. I, a lonely town girl on her way to break my boss.
I’ve become a slave to my emotions as they propel me towards Patrick’s flat. Every cell in my body pumping with anger, with intent to seek revenge and to end this. But what do I do when I come face to face with him? I haven't thought that far ahead. But I need to do something. And I need to think of something quickly.
The hallway trails through to his apartment and I find the entrance. I look down at the paper with his apartment number 34B and stare back at the sign on the door, 34B. I quickly check no-one is around me and then press my ear against the door and listen. The unmistakable sounds of a constant flurry of water thrusting down invades my ears. I imagine his shower is running and on full blast.
This is perfect. Patrick standing in the shower, naked, vulnerable and exposed. Waiting for my entry. My pussy clutches onto my thoughts and they slowly wander as I imagine the water bouncing off Patrick's naked chest, water dripping down his firm and chiselled torso, bouncing off his cock. His thick hands rubbing the water over every inch of his musclebound body.
I imagine Patrick has it easy with women, falling at his feet. Obeying every command of his. And why not. He is handsome, built as fuck and is panty droppingly charming as hell. But I remind myself. I am not here for pleasure. Mine or his. I’m here to fuck him over. To teach the bastard a lesson.
I press my ear closer to the door and become more confident that the splashes are signs that Patrick is in the shower. If there was ever a perfect opening. This was it. I can catch him off guard. Fuck knows what I’m going to do when I come face to face with him. I remind myself. One step at a time. One small step at a time.
I quickly glance around making sure the coast is clear and press harder on the door. The door feels weak and feels like it will break under pressure. I step back holding my shoulder in place. And with all my force, I thunder my weight against the door and break the door wide open and watch as the wooden piece swings back on it’s hinges.
I step into the apartment and feel a sudden throb between my legs. The thought. The mere thought of coming face to face with a naked Patrick dripping wet sends a uncontrollable bolt of energy firing between my legs and attacks my pussy. I feel my flimsy red panties begin to moisten and begin to feel like more of a slut.
Chapter 2
A sudden rush of energy barrels through my tender young body and I feel light headed. I quickly look around and feel the force of Patrick’s money and power furiously tapping at the entrance of my black panties, threatening to invade my pussy with it’s overwhelming dominance. The penthouse apartment is furnished with a leather sofa, red velvet strips of carpet and is overlooking the city. The bright lights of New York light up the room and it’s decor screams it’s authority over me. I feel powerless in the confines of his apartment. But I know I need to go through with this. And I must act very quickly.
I quickly shut the door behind me and follow the sounds of the water blasting from the showerhead. I tip toe towards the shower making sure I don’t make a single sound. I know he can’t hear me over the sounds of the gushing water. But I can’t risk giving away my presence. He can't know I am here. Not until I am ready to pounce on him.
I find my way to the shower entrance and watch as Patrick stands naked, facing away, rubbing his entire torso. He looks fucking magnificent. His hard rippled back and his firm buttocks glisten under the waterdrops.
Patrick turns around as he continues to wash his body and shows no signs of surprise as he see me staring at his body. His beautifully sculpted body. I trace my smitten pupils from his pecs down towards his legs and smile at the cock between his thighs. It’s fucking huge. It swings between his
thighs waiting to pounce on it’s prey. It’s semi-erect state looks menacingly thick. Wide enough to stretch me open should he decide to take me.
The thought of wrestling his thick manhood takes me over as the moistness between my legs begins to grow, quickly swamping my underwear with my pussy’s unexpected arousal.
If this guy wasn’t such a fucking asshole, I would be wrapping my hands around his thick juicy cock.
But, instead, I very quickly leap forward and wrap my hands around his neck and squeeze hard . I’m going to throttle the life out of the bastard. I struggle to wrap my hands around his full neck but I try. I try to wrap round and squeeze him. But to no avail.