A New Kind of Mistress: A Story of Femdom, Bondage, Discipline, and Degradation
When Scott agrees to accompany his domme to visit an old friend of hers in the BDSM scene, he does so to make her happy, but the prospect of engaging in role-play with a strange woman terrifies her. Scott's introduction to Evonna Fortier and a glimpse of her treatment of the men that live with her in her Cambridge townhouse only intensify his apprehension, although other, more confusing emotions begin to make themselves known within him as well. If he can only open himself to her experienced and almost invasively perceptive control, the mysterious figure offers to banish his confusion and show him the depths and rewards of submission beyond anything he has encountered before.

Excerpt:

"Come here," she said, her tone very dangerous.

He flinched at the tenor of her voice, but edged closer to her. "I'm sorry, mistress. I didn't know you had company, mistress. I �"

But his apologies were cut off with a gasp. The woman reached out and pushed aside the satin thong, baring his cock and scrotum to the room and seizing him tightly by a testicle all in a single fluid motion. The man flinched and sagged, biting his lip at the pain.

"Peter, do you know what Eric does with this?" the woman asked, holding the fork before the man's grimacing face and maintaining her grip on his testicle.

Peter whimpered and shook his head.

"Eric stabs himself with it in the back of the calf. Over and over again he does this, when he thinks it has been too long since I last spanked him." She turned back towards Melissa. "That one is an extreme masochist. He seems determined to give himself an infection."

The man in her grip let out a whimper of pain, and she turned back to him.

"I have told Eric not to do this," she said to him. "It is not good for him. He knows that it makes me very unhappy."

She twisted her hand and the man's whimpers increased in volume and pitch and his breath began coming in gasps. Despite the man's obvious pain, his cock was visibly hardening above the woman's slender fist.

"You say he asked you to bring it out to the kitchen?"

The man nodded urgently.

"And why did you agree?"

He swallowed and answered with difficulty. "He just asked for a favor, mistress."

The woman laughed. "Peter, for all your good qualities, you are very easily taken advantage of, did you know that? Eric is using you. He knows that he will get in trouble if he is seen with it, and so he sends you to run the risk instead."

"Yes, mistress," the man whined. "I'm sorry, mistress."

"So this is what we are going to do," she said. "I am going to let you go and pretend that this did not happen, and the next time you see Eric with this fork or anything like it, you are going to come to me, instead. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," Peter agreed in a strained voice.

She twisted further and I saw the man's hands clench into white-knuckled fists as he fought not to cry out.

"Then repeat back to me what I have just asked you."

"You said that the next time I see Eric with something like the fork I should come and tell you about it, mistress."

"And that's what you're going to do?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good." She pulled him closer to her and kissed him once on the forehead, gave a final squeeze, and released him.

Peter stumbled back, trying to keep himself from clutching at his reddened and slightly swollen testicle. Without bothering to cover himself, he fled from the room.

The dark-haired woman watched him go, an unreadable expression on her face. "He has a good heart, that one," she said. "Never intentionally disobedient, but I'm afraid he does not always exercise good judgment."

I looked through the doorway the man had disappeared through and shivered. The prospect of this woman treating me the same way she had just treated him was more than a little frightening, but an undeniable part of me had found that entire exchange very, very hot. I took a long drink of the wine and turned back to see her watching me.

"We'll start slower with you, Scott," she said. "I wouldn't want you to be too overwhelmed."
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A New Kind of Mistress: A Story of Femdom, Bondage, Discipline, and Degradation
When Scott agrees to accompany his domme to visit an old friend of hers in the BDSM scene, he does so to make her happy, but the prospect of engaging in role-play with a strange woman terrifies her. Scott's introduction to Evonna Fortier and a glimpse of her treatment of the men that live with her in her Cambridge townhouse only intensify his apprehension, although other, more confusing emotions begin to make themselves known within him as well. If he can only open himself to her experienced and almost invasively perceptive control, the mysterious figure offers to banish his confusion and show him the depths and rewards of submission beyond anything he has encountered before.

Excerpt:

"Come here," she said, her tone very dangerous.

He flinched at the tenor of her voice, but edged closer to her. "I'm sorry, mistress. I didn't know you had company, mistress. I �"

But his apologies were cut off with a gasp. The woman reached out and pushed aside the satin thong, baring his cock and scrotum to the room and seizing him tightly by a testicle all in a single fluid motion. The man flinched and sagged, biting his lip at the pain.

"Peter, do you know what Eric does with this?" the woman asked, holding the fork before the man's grimacing face and maintaining her grip on his testicle.

Peter whimpered and shook his head.

"Eric stabs himself with it in the back of the calf. Over and over again he does this, when he thinks it has been too long since I last spanked him." She turned back towards Melissa. "That one is an extreme masochist. He seems determined to give himself an infection."

The man in her grip let out a whimper of pain, and she turned back to him.

"I have told Eric not to do this," she said to him. "It is not good for him. He knows that it makes me very unhappy."

She twisted her hand and the man's whimpers increased in volume and pitch and his breath began coming in gasps. Despite the man's obvious pain, his cock was visibly hardening above the woman's slender fist.

"You say he asked you to bring it out to the kitchen?"

The man nodded urgently.

"And why did you agree?"

He swallowed and answered with difficulty. "He just asked for a favor, mistress."

The woman laughed. "Peter, for all your good qualities, you are very easily taken advantage of, did you know that? Eric is using you. He knows that he will get in trouble if he is seen with it, and so he sends you to run the risk instead."

"Yes, mistress," the man whined. "I'm sorry, mistress."

"So this is what we are going to do," she said. "I am going to let you go and pretend that this did not happen, and the next time you see Eric with this fork or anything like it, you are going to come to me, instead. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," Peter agreed in a strained voice.

She twisted further and I saw the man's hands clench into white-knuckled fists as he fought not to cry out.

"Then repeat back to me what I have just asked you."

"You said that the next time I see Eric with something like the fork I should come and tell you about it, mistress."

"And that's what you're going to do?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good." She pulled him closer to her and kissed him once on the forehead, gave a final squeeze, and released him.

Peter stumbled back, trying to keep himself from clutching at his reddened and slightly swollen testicle. Without bothering to cover himself, he fled from the room.

The dark-haired woman watched him go, an unreadable expression on her face. "He has a good heart, that one," she said. "Never intentionally disobedient, but I'm afraid he does not always exercise good judgment."

I looked through the doorway the man had disappeared through and shivered. The prospect of this woman treating me the same way she had just treated him was more than a little frightening, but an undeniable part of me had found that entire exchange very, very hot. I took a long drink of the wine and turned back to see her watching me.

"We'll start slower with you, Scott," she said. "I wouldn't want you to be too overwhelmed."
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A New Kind of Mistress: A Story of Femdom, Bondage, Discipline, and Degradation

A New Kind of Mistress: A Story of Femdom, Bondage, Discipline, and Degradation

by Nina Nauheim
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A New Kind of Mistress: A Story of Femdom, Bondage, Discipline, and Degradation

by Nina Nauheim

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When Scott agrees to accompany his domme to visit an old friend of hers in the BDSM scene, he does so to make her happy, but the prospect of engaging in role-play with a strange woman terrifies her. Scott's introduction to Evonna Fortier and a glimpse of her treatment of the men that live with her in her Cambridge townhouse only intensify his apprehension, although other, more confusing emotions begin to make themselves known within him as well. If he can only open himself to her experienced and almost invasively perceptive control, the mysterious figure offers to banish his confusion and show him the depths and rewards of submission beyond anything he has encountered before.

Excerpt:

"Come here," she said, her tone very dangerous.

He flinched at the tenor of her voice, but edged closer to her. "I'm sorry, mistress. I didn't know you had company, mistress. I �"

But his apologies were cut off with a gasp. The woman reached out and pushed aside the satin thong, baring his cock and scrotum to the room and seizing him tightly by a testicle all in a single fluid motion. The man flinched and sagged, biting his lip at the pain.

"Peter, do you know what Eric does with this?" the woman asked, holding the fork before the man's grimacing face and maintaining her grip on his testicle.

Peter whimpered and shook his head.

"Eric stabs himself with it in the back of the calf. Over and over again he does this, when he thinks it has been too long since I last spanked him." She turned back towards Melissa. "That one is an extreme masochist. He seems determined to give himself an infection."

The man in her grip let out a whimper of pain, and she turned back to him.

"I have told Eric not to do this," she said to him. "It is not good for him. He knows that it makes me very unhappy."

She twisted her hand and the man's whimpers increased in volume and pitch and his breath began coming in gasps. Despite the man's obvious pain, his cock was visibly hardening above the woman's slender fist.

"You say he asked you to bring it out to the kitchen?"

The man nodded urgently.

"And why did you agree?"

He swallowed and answered with difficulty. "He just asked for a favor, mistress."

The woman laughed. "Peter, for all your good qualities, you are very easily taken advantage of, did you know that? Eric is using you. He knows that he will get in trouble if he is seen with it, and so he sends you to run the risk instead."

"Yes, mistress," the man whined. "I'm sorry, mistress."

"So this is what we are going to do," she said. "I am going to let you go and pretend that this did not happen, and the next time you see Eric with this fork or anything like it, you are going to come to me, instead. Do you understand?"

"Yes, mistress," Peter agreed in a strained voice.

She twisted further and I saw the man's hands clench into white-knuckled fists as he fought not to cry out.

"Then repeat back to me what I have just asked you."

"You said that the next time I see Eric with something like the fork I should come and tell you about it, mistress."

"And that's what you're going to do?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Good." She pulled him closer to her and kissed him once on the forehead, gave a final squeeze, and released him.

Peter stumbled back, trying to keep himself from clutching at his reddened and slightly swollen testicle. Without bothering to cover himself, he fled from the room.

The dark-haired woman watched him go, an unreadable expression on her face. "He has a good heart, that one," she said. "Never intentionally disobedient, but I'm afraid he does not always exercise good judgment."

I looked through the doorway the man had disappeared through and shivered. The prospect of this woman treating me the same way she had just treated him was more than a little frightening, but an undeniable part of me had found that entire exchange very, very hot. I took a long drink of the wine and turned back to see her watching me.

"We'll start slower with you, Scott," she said. "I wouldn't want you to be too overwhelmed."

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BN ID: 2940149793891
Publisher: The Red Spot Press
Publication date: 07/13/2014
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