Laurie Mann - Journal of Discipline and Desire Buch

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Journal of Discipline and Desire

Frankie Mildmay, female head of a large organisation and a powerful businesswoman, is ruled by her own sexual needs: specifically the need for someone to dominate her completely.
Twenty years of unrequited sexual desires have been recorded in her Journal, stolen in a burglary and subsequently ending up in the hands of the terrifying 'Madam', who promptly blackmails Frankie into visiting her for training, to fit her for the sexual use of Madam's wealthy and sadistic clients.
Meanwhile, - back at the office - there is Rock, another dominant who has also captured Frankie's imagination and emotions. ...

From the book: ‘ … Pure agony is the only way to describe the task, even the encouraging taste of the water created yet another problem. It was imperative I swallow it all, for every drop lost dribbled down the shaft and back into the bowl.
Every drop I lost would have to be drawn back up again. It seemed that each time one problem was solved it created another, but after what seemed like hours, I finally drained the bowl and collapsed, totally exhausted though grateful that the thing was no longer in my mouth and I could breathe freely again.
I don’t know who devised the devilish thing: I had never seen anything like it before - incredibly complex in its function, devastatingly effective in its torture of mouth and jaw.
If it was Madam who had invented it, she was even smarter and more devious than I suspected. I had to confess I knew nothing of this woman, nothing at all, other than she knew me through my Journals, that she had the powerful assistance of strong armed men, what seemed like a large home (probably expensive) and wore perfume you could only buy from Harrods.
Oh, and she liked lesbian sex, and dominating a helpless submissive female.
Not exactly clues to her identity, which reminded me that in the overload of sensory experiences, I had also forgotten the number plate of the car: not that it would have done any good, I wasn’t really about to start calling in Private Detectives to track it down for me, and I didn’t have any pet policemen in my circle of contacts...