An Education in Femdom: Her Tied Up Toy (Femdom, Bondage, Pegging)

After an intense, almost overpowering experience at the hands of the Tunisia Society's mysterious leader, Adam has been offered the opportunity to spend a week with her and begin to explore his true potential as a submissive. It means temporary separation from Naomi, but the allure of what Adam has tasted is simply too strong to ignore. Once reunited with the woman whose touch thrills and controls him so perfectly, Adam begins the long road of self-discovery - rich with challenges and with pleasures - as he begins to learn what it is to have a mistress and just exactly who his is.

Excerpt:

Slowly, as though she could sense my impatience, Jessica's deep charcoal eyes turned towards me.

"Adam," she said simply, "I'm glad you could come."

"Mistress," I responded, eager to try the new form of address.

She smiled. "You've heard that word, have you? Good. We'll teach you the meaning of that word very thoroughly before you leave here."

A slight shiver ran down my spine. God, was I already getting hard?

She stood and walked over to me. "I like a new toy that arrives early in the morning," she said. "There is so much time left in the day to try it out."

She laid a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to meet her. With a slight pressure, she bid me stand and I rose to my feet, my eyes never leaving hers.

"You've been on my mind a very great deal over the past twelve hours," she said to me.

The number surprised me. Had it really only been that long?

"I'm usually such a patient woman," she went on, sliding a finger within the neck of my shirt, just brushing my skin. "What is it about you that so undermines my self-control?"

I trembled slightly at her touch and the tone of her voice. Her words were deep with intensity, and yet I did not believe her for a moment when she said her self-control was compromised. She seemed to have so much of it that it bled over and controlled me, too, without her being entirely conscious of it. Simply having her standing in front of me, looking and touching me, was enough to paralyze me until next she told me to move.

"And all nicely wrapped," she murmured. "I can always tell an outfit chosen with care. We'll put these clothes somewhere safe for the week. I wouldn't want them to wrinkle."

Her gaze held mine as she began to strip my clothes from me. A slight flush rose to my cheeks but I did not break eye contact. My God, she didn't beat around the bush. There was the slightest hint of a challenge in her deliberate movements. I am making you naked in front of me, her eyes were telling me. There is no secret or thought or emotion you possess that I cannot choose to uncover. You walked in my door, knowing who I was and what I wanted, and now you will be utterly mine.