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Princess
Princess
Released by Romance Unbound
"She won me in a card game."
That's the opener to this erotic short story by BDSM master storyteller, Claire Thompson. Michael gets more than he bargains for when he agrees to step in and cover his girlfriend's gambling debt. He finds himself at the home of a sexy Dominatrix for a night of complete obedience and submission. He's never been into BDSM, but how tough could it be? And it's only for one night, isn't it?
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Excerpt
"Did I tell you to move?"
I didn't answer but I remained still.
"I asked you a direct question, Michael. Did I tell you to move?" As she said this she reached down between my legs and grabbed my balls. She gripped, hard, and I grunted. I wasn't going to give her the satisfaction of letting her know it hurt.
"No. You didn't. So what's next, babe?"
Suddenly I found myself tumbling to the floor. Anne stood, pressing the tip of her high heel into the back of my neck. "You forget yourself so quickly, boy. While you're here, I own you. Got that? You will answer my questions when asked. You will only answer the question and leave out your own comments or remarks. You will address me as Mistress and you will be respectful. You will accept whatever I choose for you. Is that understood?"
My heart was pounding. This couldn't be real. It was just a game. And yet, I found myself thinking, it was sexy as hell. I managed to gasp, "Yes."
"Yes, what?"
"Yes, Mistress." The words had been pushed from between gritted teeth, but somehow, once I'd said them, something changed between us. I felt almost a—I don't know how to describe it—a reverence for her. Even though I was bigger and stronger, I felt so right there, prostrate and naked but for my tangled briefs wrapped around my thighs. The feeling of leather pressed onto my neck added to my confused sense of chagrin and lust.
She seemed so regal, so completely in command.
Before I could stop myself, the word just slipped out.
"What?" she asked, leaning down.
"Princess." I said it aloud.
"Princess?"
"Princess Anne. You're like a princess. So perfect." I was aware even as I spoke that I sounded like a fool. But she seemed to delight in my words.
"I like that! You may call me Princess Anne if you like. And you will be my little page. Get up, little page. You have won yourself a reprieve."
I stood and started to adjust my underwear but she stopped me with a look. My poor cock was erect and aching for attention. She seemed oblivious to it.
"I want to give you a good whipping and send you to bed, Michael. If you accept it with some grace, I will allow you to stay the night and we can resume our lessons in the morning. Would you like that?"
"Yes, Princess," I whispered.