John Savage - Marla´s Submissive Secrets Buch
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John Savage - Marla´s Submissive Secrets
The new Traveller´s Companion Series from Olympia Press
Marla´s Submessive Secrets
Marla is different! Tell her you’re going to tie her up and torture her and, instead of running away, she will smile and tell you to do your worst! That lovely, helpless feeling that comes from tight ropes is pure nectar to her, as is the torture inflicted by the whip, or the biting agony of metal clips on her nipples! Pain is the aphrodisiac and she wants to experience it all; wants to feel the ultimate in pure helplessness and suffering.
In an effort to crack a code found in an S&M book, Marla goes through many bondage adventures and a good degree of suffering before finding the man who can and does tie the ultimate hogtie!
From the book:’ ... It began with a swishing sound as the thin leather cut through the air and ended with a muffled cry of pain as my poor ass informed me of severe pain originating there. I jerked my hips, I couldn’t help it. And then fell to my side.
Sy put me back on my bound arms. "Because you fell over," he told me, "that stroke won’t count."
Won’t count? It certainly felt like it should count. There was a fiery line across my bare bottom that should count for something. And what was this count thing? How many strokes of that wicked little thing did I have to take?
Oh, Marla, you do get yourself into the damnest fixes.
He slowly cut my ass to ribbons, bleeding and with the flesh hanging in tatters. At least that’s what it felt like. I cried loudly, even screamed at times, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was helpless, totally helpless, and he would do whatever he wanted to me. Anything!
What he did then was to cover every square inch of my poor bottom with vivid red lines of pain. The whip came precariously close to the tender flesh of my sex. Several times the whip touched my little asshole with the effect of making me jump because that was extra painful there....
Marla´s Submessive Secrets
Marla is different! Tell her you’re going to tie her up and torture her and, instead of running away, she will smile and tell you to do your worst! That lovely, helpless feeling that comes from tight ropes is pure nectar to her, as is the torture inflicted by the whip, or the biting agony of metal clips on her nipples! Pain is the aphrodisiac and she wants to experience it all; wants to feel the ultimate in pure helplessness and suffering.
In an effort to crack a code found in an S&M book, Marla goes through many bondage adventures and a good degree of suffering before finding the man who can and does tie the ultimate hogtie!
From the book:’ ... It began with a swishing sound as the thin leather cut through the air and ended with a muffled cry of pain as my poor ass informed me of severe pain originating there. I jerked my hips, I couldn’t help it. And then fell to my side.
Sy put me back on my bound arms. "Because you fell over," he told me, "that stroke won’t count."
Won’t count? It certainly felt like it should count. There was a fiery line across my bare bottom that should count for something. And what was this count thing? How many strokes of that wicked little thing did I have to take?
Oh, Marla, you do get yourself into the damnest fixes.
He slowly cut my ass to ribbons, bleeding and with the flesh hanging in tatters. At least that’s what it felt like. I cried loudly, even screamed at times, but there was absolutely nothing I could do about it. I was helpless, totally helpless, and he would do whatever he wanted to me. Anything!
What he did then was to cover every square inch of my poor bottom with vivid red lines of pain. The whip came precariously close to the tender flesh of my sex. Several times the whip touched my little asshole with the effect of making me jump because that was extra painful there....