| Author: | Reagan Snow | ISBN: | 9781536560145 |
| Publisher: | Snowflake Press, LLC | Publication: | September 19, 2016 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Reagan Snow |
| ISBN: | 9781536560145 |
| Publisher: | Snowflake Press, LLC |
| Publication: | September 19, 2016 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Recently, my wife and I had been roleplaying slave and mistress in the bedroom. But on Christmas morning, my wife gave me a present I never expected: Four kinds of whips, and an offer that would completely change our marriage and our lives.
Did I have the guts to say yes? Could I take that leap? Could I let my wife become…my domme?
Buy now to enjoy Four Swinging Whips, a sizzling hot FemDom short story…
**Preview**
“Hungry this morning?” I asked her.
“Very. Plus, I need my strength if I’m going to give you your present properly.”
I was glad I had the tray over my lap when she said this, to hide the insta-erection her words gave me. Before I could figure out a way to wheedle the name of the present out of her, she went on blithely, “So is it snowing?”
“Snowing?” I asked, confused.
“You sang ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.’ Usually you sing that when it’s snowing.”
“Oh. Nope, not this time. I just thought it might help you get in the Christmas mood so you’d be willing to part with my present a little earlier than usual.”
Did you see how casually I slipped in a mention of this long-awaited present? Kind of proud of myself for that one.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t very casual. It was the best I could do.
She chuckled. She was not fooled one bit, dammit.
“Well darlin’, I do like the idea of giving you your present right away, if only because I want the pleasure from it too, but I’m not sure I like the idea of my slave thinking he can dictate when he receives presents from me.”
Recently, my wife and I had been roleplaying slave and mistress in the bedroom. But on Christmas morning, my wife gave me a present I never expected: Four kinds of whips, and an offer that would completely change our marriage and our lives.
Did I have the guts to say yes? Could I take that leap? Could I let my wife become…my domme?
Buy now to enjoy Four Swinging Whips, a sizzling hot FemDom short story…
**Preview**
“Hungry this morning?” I asked her.
“Very. Plus, I need my strength if I’m going to give you your present properly.”
I was glad I had the tray over my lap when she said this, to hide the insta-erection her words gave me. Before I could figure out a way to wheedle the name of the present out of her, she went on blithely, “So is it snowing?”
“Snowing?” I asked, confused.
“You sang ‘It’s Beginning to Look a Lot Like Christmas.’ Usually you sing that when it’s snowing.”
“Oh. Nope, not this time. I just thought it might help you get in the Christmas mood so you’d be willing to part with my present a little earlier than usual.”
Did you see how casually I slipped in a mention of this long-awaited present? Kind of proud of myself for that one.
Okay, so maybe it wasn’t very casual. It was the best I could do.
She chuckled. She was not fooled one bit, dammit.
“Well darlin’, I do like the idea of giving you your present right away, if only because I want the pleasure from it too, but I’m not sure I like the idea of my slave thinking he can dictate when he receives presents from me.”
