My latest story, a femdom fantasy, has been published today. In the “Diaryof a Dominant Divorcee” series, we were introduced to the extraordinary world of Lucy Elcox and her estate stocked with male slaves. Now, a visitor to that estate describes a typical day, in which naked male slaves must toil non-stop for the female owner’s profit, or are used for the entertainment of said owner and her guests. Mere fantasy for most… a living hell for these unfortunates! If you liked any of the books in that series, I am sure you will enjoy reading this one too.
This is part of the “Mistress Lucy’s Estate” series.
Here are a comprehensive set of links for this book to the various Amazon
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Or, if you like, read a sample first:
“Sit,” ordered Annabelle. Patrick was instantly on his haunches again. “Beg!” Patrick came up a little, ‘paws’ raised. Annabelle threw the icy contents over his semi-erection, which was quickly subdued. “Sit”. Patrick went back on his haunches, looking rather woe-begone, but still obviously glad that nothing worse had occurred.
“Do you have much of that kind of trouble?” I asked.
“A fair bit”, replied Annabelle.
“Why don’t you put a metal ring around his cock?” I asked. This was the standard method of keeping males under control in that regard on the estate. The rings where locked, and only taken off once a month for supervised ‘relief’. But in the case of personal slaves, of course, their owner’s whim took priority.
“Because I prefer to make him try and control himself,” said Annabelle smiling.
“Quite a good idea,” I said.
“I note that you don’t allow him much cock freedom,” said Annabelle, nodding over at Tom, who was of course still kneeling silently, waiting to serve.
“No,” I said, “I don’t.”
“Do you ever let him wank?”
“No,” I said.
“Poor bugger,” interjected Fiona.