Chained Submission - Domina Martine - ebook

This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, FFF Menage, Bondage, Humiliation, Domination and Submission as well as the use of BDSM devices.”Wear only these items in the box and nothing else. Follow my instructions to the letter. A chauffeur will pick you up at 7:30 p.m. Be prepared. "Happy Anniversary, Darling.” the note read….Feeling weak in the knees, I thought “What's she planning?” but I trusted her. I longed to obey her, needed to obey her.I knew my Mistress wanted me on display.I wanted to prove how much I treasured her and loved her. Tonight I would prove that love in the form of obedience and service.When the limousine arrived, a gorgeous blond chauffeur opened the rear door for me with a slight, knowing smile pursing on her lips, drinking me in. As I looked into the rearview mirror, I saw the chauffeur’s eyes crinkle with laughter at my growing shame.A deep sigh of frustration escaped my slightly parted lips. From that moment on, every move I made would be controlled tonight by my Mistress….The car finally began to move…..Download "Chained Submission" right now!

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Chained Submission

Title and Copyright


Chained Submission

By Domina Martine

Copyright 2016 Domina Martine

All rights reserved.

~~ All characters in this book are over 18. ~~

No part of this publication may be replicated, redistributed, or given away in any form without the prior consent of the author or publisher.

Slowly I rolled up the black stockings and slid the red trimmed garters over them. The garters matched the edging on the new black lacy corset trimmed with the same color. I fucking hated stockings. She knew that. I knew she knew that. She had ordered me to wear them tonight. In fact she had picked the entire ensemble for me tonight.

The note had been waiting on my bed, when I came home from my working road trip. It was written on rich creamy paper in a matching envelope. With only single "Kate" on the front. It sat on top of a dressmaker's box adorned with a single red rose now sitting on a vase in front of me.

I had grown instantly wet...and a bit apprehensive. What was she up to now?

Hours later I worked on the other stocking aware that I was again wet...or maybe still wet.

"Kate. I am taking you to dinner tonight. Be smooth and ready for me, made up tastefully. We were dining in a fine restaurant to mark our one year anniversary together, my love.

"Wear only the items in the box. Bring nothing else. A driver will call for you at 7:30 p.m. Be prepared."

I felt weak in the knees as I read it and sat down on the bed. A mix of feelings surged: "She remembered!" No one had ever even remembered my birthday before, now "She's marking an anniversary!!!" "How did she get in here?" “What's she planning?" I took a few deep breaths and decided once again that I trusted her. I longed to obey her. I needed to obey her.

Tempted to tear into the box, I held back. "She will have chosen something lovely, something sexy. I'm going to draw out the surprise."

It was 5:30 pm…two more hours. I ran a hot bath and lit some candles determined to prepare myself for her. For awhile I soaked and tried to imagine the night ahead. Good food and wine was a given, for I knew she liked that, but what else? Well, there would be sex...but that word couldn't conjure up the shape of our adventures together.

My hands strayed to my nipples and pussy. I moaned and sighed as I played with myself, but stopped short of coming. I yearned to earn that gift from her.

Carefully, I shaved everything and then stepped out, dried off, fresh, smooth and clean, then I carefully applied my make-up.

Now what's in that box?

First, a pair of...not cuffs because there were no rings. They were buttery soft wristlets, restraints for the soul, not the body. I slipped them on and felt myself grow wet, again! I started to worry about being a soaking mess, but then remembered that's how she liked me to be. I tilted my head making my trademark pout and sighed.