Pussy Whipped - BDSM Submission Erotica - Female Domination Male Submissive Leah Rose Author

The content of this book is known to cause pleasurable reaction including but not limited to spontaneous wetness in women and hardness in men.This story contains shockingly hot explicit and sexually charged scenes.It just isn’t your mother’s erotica.********** Pussy Whipped Excerpt:Without giving me any further information regarding tonight’s submissive trade off, she ordered me into the shower. “You will make sure every nook and cranny, including places on your body you never even realized existed, are clean. And I don’t mean the pitiful excuses you tries to pass off as clean in the past, I mean acceptable to me clean. You know the consequences of displeasing me, don’t you? Don’t let that be your fate… Again” Always taking a special pride in taking care of myself and flushed with embarrassment, I could only answer her with a hushed and humiliated, “Yes Mistress.”Reading my like a book and knowing the effects of both her tone and words, she said, “Excuse me Pigpen, I couldn’t quite hear you”“Yes Mistress”, I said swallowing another blow to my pride.Heeding her strong warning, wanting to brighten up what must have been a terrible day for her and hoping to make her proud of my obedience I entered the shower, turned the water as hot as I could stand and scrubbed even inch of me with the diligence of a surgeon. And then, when I was sure I was done and would normally get out of the shower, I stayed in and scrubbed every inch of me again.After toweling off I nervously stood and waited for my eventual inspection while just a few feet away from me Mistress prepared herself for our night out, brushing out her voluminous black hair causing her firm, free tits to jiggle just so.“Sit down”, she said with her back to me. Trying to coyly avoid what I thought she may be planning, I quietly walked across the room and softly sat on the edge of the bed. “No. Not on the bed. Sit on the chaise”, she turned around and demanded. After watching me quickly stand, move across the room and sit on the chaise as she instructed, she let out a familiar chuckle and added, “Nice try by the way.” With her devious laugh I instantly knew my suspicions of why she wanted me sitting on the chaise instead of on the bed were one hundred percent right on. From day one Mistress has always known and quickly been able to bring me to what she calls maximum effect. My maximum effect point reenforces my extreme pussy whipped state for both of us. Mistress has shared with me how she derives immense enjoyment from bringing me to maximum effect and watching me suffer while she forbids me from crossing over, denying me until she is good and damn ready to give me the gift of relief. She has told me countless times how she loves to experience my silent, internal struggle when I am at my maximum effect point – the point where pain and pleasure are a tiny step away from achieving my body’s ultimate euphoria, right to the point where I am on the edge and employ every ounce of will power within to deny myself from going over the cascade of intense gratification, the point where I am sure I can not take another second, right to the point where I momentarily consider forsaking her dominance, consciously consenting to endure any punishment, just to find relief. And my maximum effect point was exactly what she sought by forcing me to sit on the nearby chaise rather than allowing me to sit on the bed on the other side of the room. It would please her to no end to have my at maximum effect when she traded me off. And any chance to find drops of pre-cum on my tip while I professed I deserved a gold medal in hygiene… What a kick she would get out both from my humiliation as well as punishment she would deliver later.So there she was going for maximum effect with a gusto. Knowing me so well, Mistress easily and quickly rose my anticipation level to the hilt. She was going for maximum effect with a gusto. Her standing there, just inches away from me and within my tongue’s reach, wearing no panties or bra and slowly putting on her garter and thigh-high stockings was enough torture. But her seductively bending over again and again, thrusting her shaven bare pussy just a tongue’s length away from me as she laced up her tight, black, leather corset, drawing my eyes to her perfect curves, and wiggling her tight, firm, round ass bordered on cruelty.