Lesbian BDSM Submission Bundle - Domina Martine - ebook
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These books contain Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, FFF Menage, Bondage, Humiliation, Domination and Submission as well as the use of BDSM devices.Three Hot Lesbian BDSM Stand Alone StoriesBook 1 "Chained Submission"Book 2 "Collar and Cuffs"Book 3 "Blindfolded"From Book One: "Chained Submission"”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 blonde 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…..

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Lesbian BDSM Submission Bundle

Title and Copyright

Chained Submission

Title and Copyright

Story

Collar and Cuffs

Collar and Cuffs

Collar and Cuffs

Collar and Cuffs

Title and Copyright

Story

Blindfolded

Title and Copyright

Story

Lesbian BDSM Submission Bundle

Chained Submission

Collar and Cuffs

Blindfolded

By Domina Martine

Copyright 2016 Domina Martine

All rights reserved.

~~ All characters in these 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.

Chained Submission

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.

Lifting the tissue I found the cheery corset next. It was so beautiful and pretty. I wriggled into it and looked in the mirror. It fit like a glove lifting my breasts enticingly high and leaving my bare pussy visible and ...available. I knew she liked that. I hadn't looked but was willing to bet the box held not even a g-string to cover me.

The stockings were next matched with a gorgeous pair of shiny red heels. "Wow" I thought, "If these don't scream fuck me, nothing does!"

Then I thought about the car and driver...arriving wherever we were going to eat. "Devious bitch! She wants everyone to know I'm a slut!" Her slut... my legs felt shaky once again.

I removed another piece of tissue - a jewelry box. I snapped open the lid. A necklace made small chain links, unnoticeable unless you knew they meant chained submission. Surgical steel, of course. Hanging from it the word "Kate" with two small diamonds, the blue on top and the rose diamond underneath. Another small note: "Happy Anniversary, Darling". I fastened the chain and started to admire it when I looked at the time.

The last thing in the box, I pulled it out...a floor length coat in black leather. I slipped it on. Perfect fit, of course. I went to button it. No buttons!! Damn! Just a single belt tie. I looked once more in the mirror. Fully clothed and yet so open and vulnerable at the same time. Though tempted, I resisted the desire to double knot it. I knew she wanted me to feel like I was on display.

My phone chimed! 7:30 p.m.

I hurried downstairs. There was a limousine! with a liveried driver standing outside the rear door. With as much dignity as I could muster while I descended, I looked at the driver. OMG a woman! a gorgeous blonde! "What does she think of me?"

I climbed into the luxurious interior finding another red rose, and poured glass of red wine and beside it...another cream colored envelope! The chauffeur slid into the driver's seat but the car didn’t move. The gorgeous blonde was looking at me in the rearview mirror, a slight, knowing smile pursed on her lips. I realized I was to open the envelope first. Every movement would be controlled tonight by her!

I noticed a slight tremble in my fingers as I slid the envelope open, I took out the note and read:

"Kate, Have a sip of wine. You may want to settle your nerves.”

"Sit in the middle seat.”

“Open your coat wide.”

“Spread your legs.”

“I want her to see you, to see how you have prepared yourself for me..."

Then I chirped, ”No! No! No!" shaking my head.”

The car didn't move. I knew it wouldn't. Good sense said I should get out right then and go back inside my house.

But good sense wasn't in charge tonight. I could feel my sopping pussy. No. I wanted her to take charge. I wanted to prove how much I treasured her and loved her. Tonight that proof would come in the form of obedience and service. Slowly I slid to the centre of the seat. I let my mind drift to her succulent pussy. I closed my eyes and imagined it taking it to my mouth. I slid my coat open and then my legs.

"Open your eyes!" came a soft command from the front.

I looked into the mirror and caught the driver's eyes gazing at me, drinking me in. I shuddered. Was it embarrassment? Lust? Did it really matter?

"There is more in the note," said the driver.

I read the rest.

"I am sure you pussy is soaking wet..."

God it was so true!

"Dip two fingers in and show the driver how wet and hot you were. I want you to masturbate all the way to the restaurant. Show her what a hot little stunner you were, what an obedient young lady you were and how desperately you want to be fucked.

"But don't you dare cum. If you do, Claudette has orders to take you home."

Part of me wanted to rebel...but most of me wanted desperately to stroke my pussy. Staring right into the mirror, eyes glazing I reached down and began to finger my slit and my clitoris. A deep sigh, part satisfaction, part frustration escaped my slightly parted lips.

The car finally began to move.

Grateful that Claudette had to watch the road some of the time, I kept up a slow steady rhythm on my clit. When we paused for red lights the driver's bewitching eyes caught mine. Each time I slid two fingers down and into my soaking pussy. It was so hard not to cum...especially when I saw those eyes crinkle with laughter at my growing shame.

At last we reached the restaurant. Pulling up before the portico, I was grateful for the tinted windows of the limousine.

"Lick your slutty fingers clean," Claudette snapped. The driver didn't move but kept looking intently as I obeyed her...slowly and sensually sucking each finger dry.

"Guess you’ll get dinner after all!" I smiled. "Pull your coat closed."

Claudette climbed out and came around like a good chauffeur politely opening the door for my graceful exit. Despite my best efforts, the long coat's tail caught on the seat exposing my bright red heels and bare legs almost to my pussy. I reached to tug it closed.

"Un-uh!" smiled Claudette. "Get out the way you were and I'll fix your coat." There was command in her voice, steel under the velvet facade. I knew my mistress wanted me to obey, so I did. When standing I didn't feel quite as naked, but almost.