Suburban Housewife, Downtown Sex Slave (A BDSM Erotic Romance)
Dissatisfied with her marriage, Veronica is drawn into a double life of dark sexual secrets, indulging the whims of her Otrok Club master, who forces Veronica to endure increasingly bold acts of sexual depravity.
Warning: Explicit adult content. 16,000 words. More
Veronica's husband Tom is handsome, successful, and loving, but sex has grown boring and routine. Veronica's strict Catholic upbringing prevents her from indulging in her hidden desires. Her dissatisfaction with her love life eventually lures Veronica to the Otrok Club, a mysterious organization that promises to free her from her inhibitions.
But when she agrees, Veronica is drugged, chained, and fucked on stage in front of an audience by a man in a mask. Under threat of blackmail, she finds herself a slave to a group of wealthy men with the power to make their strange fantasies a reality.
And so begins Veronica's journey into a double life of dark sexual secrets, indulging the whims of her Otrok Club master, who forces Veronica to endure increasingly bold acts of sexual depravity, putting her marriage at risk, but opening her to a world of experiences she would never have imagined. Veronica's only hope of escape is to completely surrender to his desires and risk everything she holds dear.
Warning: Explicit adult material. This short novella includes multiple intense scenes of BDSM, domination, shaming, cuckoldry, and rough sex, including a woman forced to wear a remote control vibrator while grocery shopping, an encounter with a horny biker named Goliath, and a billionaire control freak who loses it completely! 16,000+ words.
Veronica woke in darkness. She was standing somehow, but before her head could clear, she stumbled and began to fall. Something held her upright, binding her hands above her head. Metal links bit into her wrists as she staggered to her feet in the darkness. Vertigo swept over her as she fought to regain her balance.
Disoriented and confused, she looked around desperately. All sight was gone, but the utter blackness intensified her other senses. Soft currents of air caressed the bare skin under her arms and flowed over the curves of her breasts. A low murmur of voices and polite laughter came to her as though through a thick cloth, the voices of expectant men chatting amiably, dozens of them. A familiar smell tickled her nostrils and her memory, dust and velvet and old, polished wood.
Suddenly, the voices hushed, and Veronica blinked as a bright slash of light appeared near the floor, splashing across hardwood planks. The light grew suddenly as a curtain rose, and Veronica realized that she stood onstage in a small theatre. Most of the seats were full, but a powerful spotlight at the back of the auditorium cast her in a bright, blinding circle of light that hid the faces of the audience from her view.
She looked down and saw that she wore a tight, revealing black dress far too short for her long legs, which it revealed almost completely. With the high heels - higher than any she'd ever worn, certainly, it threatened to expose even her bottom. Panic seized her, and Veronica tried to bolt away. She made one staggering, stumbling step, but the chain went taut, pulling her back to the center of the stage, its metallic jingle oddly merry. The spotlight glinted on its silver links.
She remembered sitting in the safety of her kitchen that morning, thinking it couldn't hurt to investigate the Otrok Club and learn more. How wrong she'd been.
This has to be some sort of mistake, Veronica thought. She wanted to cry out, but as she looked out at the audience, cold fingers of dread tightened around her heart. The silhouettes watched her, still and expectant. None shifted uncomfortably; none stood and proclaimed that this was an outrage. None moved to help her. Whoever those men were, and whatever was about to happen to her, they knew. Worse, this was why they had gathered.
She slumped against the chain, heart pounding. Something shifted on the stage's heavy oak floorboards, and she turned. From the wings, a man approached, naked but for the tight leather mask that concealed his face.