| Author: | Erica Young | ISBN: | 9781310383885 |
| Publisher: | Erica Young | Publication: | December 15, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Erica Young |
| ISBN: | 9781310383885 |
| Publisher: | Erica Young |
| Publication: | December 15, 2013 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
Welcome to the House of Hoss. A house unlike any house around the city. Led by Master Hoss Boss, he lives with the service of his three slaves. Slaves who only wear gas masks and collars under his strict supervision.
Our story begins at the local cigar bar, two of the Hoss slave sisters quietly drinking their whiskey and smoking their cigars, that is until Marina approaches them...
Excerpt:
With a smile on his face he replies, “Nice flattery. No, I really do like those words. You’re right; I worked hard for all of this.” He looks over to Hossandra, a woman who still eyes him at all times with passion and lust, making her smile as she disconnects from Marina so she can wrap her arms around the man who provides for her and rests her head on his arm, looking up at him with amazement. Smiling down at his passionate slave, he looks back to Marina and asks, “Would you care for some wine with us as I show you around?”
She smiles with enthusiasm, “Sure!” He walks towards her with Hossandra still attached at his left arm, having Marina grab onto his right arm to escort her through the house, but to the kitchen first for some wine!
Walking through the house, it was apparent that the more Master Hoss Boss spoke, the more infatuated with him Marina became. She could tell that he was a man, a man that women would dram about; intelligent, witty, passionate, strong, and successful. With his three slaves always wanting his attention, she could have figured out that he was also a very busy man!
Once the trio finally reached the basement, Master Hoss Boss looked to Marina and said, “So, did my girls tell you what we’re like?”
With a nod she replied, “Well I know that you are in a relationship with these two foxy ladies and that you like it rough! I do, too. They didn’t believe me but…” and as she was talking, Master Hoss Boss opened the door in the basement, showing her a much bigger portion of the basement; a portion dedicated strictly to BDSM. What was behind that door was something she could have never expected. With her mouth dropped wide open, she was unable to finish her sentence, especially with Hossella in the middle of the room, hung by her hands, wearing her gas mask.
Welcome to the House of Hoss. A house unlike any house around the city. Led by Master Hoss Boss, he lives with the service of his three slaves. Slaves who only wear gas masks and collars under his strict supervision.
Our story begins at the local cigar bar, two of the Hoss slave sisters quietly drinking their whiskey and smoking their cigars, that is until Marina approaches them...
Excerpt:
With a smile on his face he replies, “Nice flattery. No, I really do like those words. You’re right; I worked hard for all of this.” He looks over to Hossandra, a woman who still eyes him at all times with passion and lust, making her smile as she disconnects from Marina so she can wrap her arms around the man who provides for her and rests her head on his arm, looking up at him with amazement. Smiling down at his passionate slave, he looks back to Marina and asks, “Would you care for some wine with us as I show you around?”
She smiles with enthusiasm, “Sure!” He walks towards her with Hossandra still attached at his left arm, having Marina grab onto his right arm to escort her through the house, but to the kitchen first for some wine!
Walking through the house, it was apparent that the more Master Hoss Boss spoke, the more infatuated with him Marina became. She could tell that he was a man, a man that women would dram about; intelligent, witty, passionate, strong, and successful. With his three slaves always wanting his attention, she could have figured out that he was also a very busy man!
Once the trio finally reached the basement, Master Hoss Boss looked to Marina and said, “So, did my girls tell you what we’re like?”
With a nod she replied, “Well I know that you are in a relationship with these two foxy ladies and that you like it rough! I do, too. They didn’t believe me but…” and as she was talking, Master Hoss Boss opened the door in the basement, showing her a much bigger portion of the basement; a portion dedicated strictly to BDSM. What was behind that door was something she could have never expected. With her mouth dropped wide open, she was unable to finish her sentence, especially with Hossella in the middle of the room, hung by her hands, wearing her gas mask.
