Femdom Torment

Delivered to his Fate

Book II of Femdom Trap

By Miranda Birch


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Colin Bowles, in New York on business, found himself blackmailed into compliance with the female head of the firm he is negotiating with. In order to save the great deal he had made, he agreed to act as her ‘slave’. Just a bit of play-acting for a day or two, he thought. But he very soon learned that Mistress Penelope and her assistant Miss Mandy were not playing games. They were very much for real! Soon, he was stripped naked and chained up in a bizarre dungeon. And so began Colin's nightmare descent into a hellish world of female domination!

In this, the second part of “Femdom Trap”, we find him returning to consciousness to find himself still chained and naked in a cold, pitch-black dungeon…


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When Colin came to, his arms and back were aching even more. The pain his penis and scrotum were under from the spiked restrainer had lessened, though, to only an irritating prickling sort of feeling. But he knew that if he started to come to erection, he would soon feel real pain again. He had no idea how long he had remained there in the pitch blackness of that chamber of cold stone. But it must have been hours, he felt.

“Is anyone there?” he called out feebly.

Panic gripped him then. Perhaps she was never going to release him! Perhaps she was going to leave him there to die. How could he tell? She was a nutter! A crazy sadist! He found himself in a cold sweat as the terror overwhelmed him.

“Help… help!” he bawled at the top of his voice. “Someone, please! Someone please help me!”

It was a cry born of desperation.

Suddenly, to Colin's intense relief, a light illuminated the chamber again. He screwed his eyes up. Even that dim half-light seemed very bright after the pitch darkness he had been enveloped in. But it was better than the total darkness, the total silence — anything was better than that. Even Penelope Ross. Mistress Penelope Ross. For there she stood there now, aloof, still naked but for that revealing cloak. He could almost have sobbed at the sight of her, grateful that she had not abandoned him forever. She regarded him in that mesmeric way of hers.

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