Sealed (Bruised Boys BDSM Tales Book 1)

Training of Master\'s Girl

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Fast, hard blows delivered with no discernible pattern, no way to anticipate when or where the next strike will occur. The Director's voice filters into my subconscious as he whispers instructions. Hold it 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. Exhale slowly 1, 2, 3, 4, 5. The blows of the flogger intensify in strength, force, and speed. Each strand wraps around my body, pausing to press the sting deeper into my fragile flesh.

The pain exceeds anything I have experienced before, blistering hot pain from the individual leathery vines and lasting well into the next several strikes. Breathe as the leather collides with your flesh and savor the relief when it retreats. His voice becomes louder but still too soft for me to discern what he is communicating.

I am in agony, screaming through my gag for my Masters to relieve me of this rite of passage. The Vice Chairman lightly snakes heavy branches over my pain-saturated flesh, erotically zigzagging from my shoulders to my ankles, while pressing the sting further into each pore under the weight of the leather strands. Enjoy the heat as it presses into your body and fuels your hunger. A blazing heat radiates from the branding iron as it approaches my flesh.

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The odor of sulfur burns my eyes as the iron hovers less than a quarter inch from my left buttock, singeing my tiny reddish-blonde body hairs. The sizzling sound of my tissue giving way to the scorching red tool is amazingly loud as the branding iron connects with my flesh; a charcoal-like odor coats my nostrils.

Visualize erotic red hues of pleasure in your minds-eye. A bitter taste of fatty pork smoking on a flaming gas grill gags me as the branding iron penetrates my fatty layers of skin.

I only see red, feel red, scream red, as my skin turns blood red beneath the branding iron. Iron penetrates my muscle tissue and pauses briefly. The stench of beef blackening in a frying pan clogs my throat. Screams spout from within me, almost as lava spouts from a volcano, piercing the room, first drowning the haunting chords of Astraea's Requiem that echoes in the background. Then each scream blends harmoniously as the mournful composition unfolds and bounces within the stone walls. You are now property of Pitcairn Island Board of Directors and you will serve your Masters anytime and in any way we desire.

Droplets of sweat dribble onto the floor. Tears stream onto the barrel, dripping into large puddles beneath me. I yank, jerking, pulling at my restraints. Suddenly, my eyes lock onto the dance of flames in the fire pit. You are moving, flowing, following the verse and song of ecstasy. Visual images of the flames lovingly licking my body bring about a profound transition within me. The red of pain blossoms into passionate red hues of pleasure that I urgently crave.

I bask in the dazzling sensations the dancing fire light evokes within me. My eyes radiate unrequited passion. My body reeks of desperation. My nipples are large and pencil hard and oozing beads of breast milk. My sex is fully engorged and throbbing, releasing long strands of pussy juices now coating my thighs. The Chairman's fFingers slip into my cunt and press firmly into my g-spot. More fingers are added, then less. My The Vice Chairman lifts my breasts and suckles each; his strong breasts are lifted and each suckled; strong hands deeply kneading and massaging them.

You are forever marked as the property of Pitcairn Island Board of Directors. The Chairman tugs, pulls, and tweaks my clit, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The Vice Chairman invades my ass, pressing my tissue inward, pulling tugging it outward, periodically adding or removing a finger or two or three. My passion matches the orchestra as the harps outline the chords and the violins enter with a warm, welcoming melody.

A magnificent array of brilliant colors, each with an associated fragrance surrounds me. I am unsure if the universe is moving or if my body is moving, but I am moving nonetheless. You will never want for anything as you serve your many Masters in every way each chooses to use you. My orgasms explode in rapid succession, emerging from every pore and opening. Convulsions wrack my body, causing me to shake violently. I drench the leather padding and barrel beneath me, my juices pool on the floor.

My twelve Masters smile as I slowly regain my senses. Master Jonathan bathes me in the claw-footed tub, surgically scrubbing every inch of my body with a wide course brush, a "slave's bath" is what he calls it. Dipping my head under water to wet my hair, He he lathers a lightly fragranced shampoo into my long thick coppery-red strands, gently working the suds throughout and rinsing. After my bath, he pulls me to his groin, slapping my mouth and cheeks with his swollen cock. I eagerly lick the stem like a lollypop, wetting him with my saliva and then blowing the wet trails dry with my warm breath.

Drawing him to the back of my throat, I circle his tip with my tongue, slipping into his slit to lap the pre-cum bubbling to the surface. I pumpPumping my head up and down his cock as though bobbing for apples while, he pinches my nose closed, blocking my ability to breathe. Heand wedges his cock firmly in the opening of my throat, pulling forcing my face into his groin. Expelling what little air remains in my lungs around His cock, a lightheaded sensation begins I.

With Mmy face is buried in his groinbelly, his cock fully entrenched in my throat, and his fingers holding my nose closed. D, dots dance before my eyes. A tingling just under the surface of my skin spreads throughout while my body struggles for air. My head involuntarily jerks away from Master's body, desperately seeking oxygen, but he holds me securely in place.

After a couple of tense minutes, he releases my nose and withdraws his cock, allowing my lungs to fill before plunging into my mouth again. His cock moves my tonsils aside, pressing deeper with each stroke, and pausing for longer periods. Coughing, sputtering, gagging, I gasp for air when he allows it. Take a deep breath; you are going to hold it a little longer this time. Filling my lungs quickly, I need to make him to cum soon; my jaw hurts and my throat feels raw. I purse my lips, forming a seal around the hardened shaft, and slowly press forward.

I am going deeper. That's it; relax your muscles as My my cock slides past your tonsils. My total focus is oxygen. My lungs ache, my throat hurts, and my jaw is sore. I cannot comprehend how He he can go any deeper or last any longer. Thankfully, he thrusts faster, his cock rammingming the hard mushroom-shaped head into my tonsils repeatedly. Choking as he batters my throat, thrust after thrust, I gulp, trying to urge his cockhim beyond my gag reflex, but cannot do so without breathing.

Taking another huge gasp of oxygen, I hum "Sweet Dreams " by the Eurythmics, making my vocal chords vibrate dancing against his cock. The melodious blend of high and low notes is too much and he explodes, filling my belly with his salty sperm. Clutching my nipples between his fingers, he leads me to the bedroom, bending me face-forward on the bed. Spreading my butt cheeks, he lubes my slit and slowly inserts a dildo in my behind, inflating it several times for good measure. Sliding two large metal balls in my cunt, he swats my butt and gives me thirty minutes to apply my makeup, dress in the clothing laid out on the bed, and be in position at the front door.

I have no idea where we are going or what to expect. Master has been unusually quiet, lost deep in thought and indifferent to my presence the past several daysweek.

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He has not used me nor allowed me an orgasm. Worse, my 21st birthday came and went without a card or a "Happy Birthday" greeting. Quickly dressing, first the tight black mid-section corset laced tightly, black thigh highs with a sculpted pattern, four inch black heels, and finishing with my wide leather dog collar. Kneeling at the front door, hands clasped behind my back, eyes cast downward, I wait for Master Jonathan.

He is not a tall man, stocky built with thick salt and pepper hair and large intense brown eyes. His body is magnificently sculpted, not an ounce of fat, but covered with thick curly black hair. Leading me to his van, I kneel on the cushion in the back cargo section facing the driver's seat. He has never taken me anywhere in the van, always the car. This is very disconcerting.

Hesitating for a moment to consider the near-frozen metal screen in the degree Fahrenheit outside temperature, his frustration builds at my non-compliance. Quickly gulping the water, I lean forward and press I , pressing my breasts into the bone-chilling divider, m. My nipples protrude protruding through the holes. Shivering against the frozen metal, thin strands of arousal leak from my cunt and coat my inner thighs. Let's see if I can get them larger. From the front seat, Master pinches and tugs and twists my nipples extending them farther through the partition. Satisfied when they are large and thick as pencil erasers, he picks up wide clover clamps from the seat.

These are going to hurt. My flesh immediately collapses between the teeth. Jerking my body away from the screen with the sudden burst of pain, I nearly tear my nipple yanking it through the screenpartition. This one will hurt exactly the same. You can handle it baby. The heavy clamps pull my nipples down and the metal divider holes supporting my nipples cut into my flesh. Numbness slowly replaces burning pain.

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I want your clit poking through the partition. Lifting and pressing my cunt into the cold metal, Master pulls my tiny clit through the opening in the screen, twisting and pulling the nub until it resembles threads on a screw.

Oh yes, much more than your nipples. But you can take the pain. He released releases the clamp tightly around the base of my clit. Gritting my teeth, screams are trapped in the back of my throat. I am, focusing on remaining still to avoid re-igniting the pain in my nipples, I and take several deep breaths until my clit begins to numb. I have to listen to them bang and clang against the metal screen while I drive.

Holding the weights high, lifting my nipple upwards, " Go ahead and scream. I love it when you scream. I don't want your makeup smeared. The lead falls to the end of the chain and bounces several times, jerking my nipple up and down then swinging it back and forth, the teeth digging deeper into my tissue. Pain paralyzes me, rendering me speechless.

Tying another two weights to my right nipple and lifting upwards, he releases the lead. Pain signals reach my brain and tears water fall as if held back by a leaky earthen dam that finally bursts. These next few days are all about hurting. Yes, the twin of pleasure is pain and I am going to teach you how to be a good little pain slut. You will feel pain beyond anything you have imagined, and you will learn to love it, crave it, and seek it out.

My nipples and clit are stretched into pointy little cones that sway with any movement in the van. I don't want to listen to you whimper while I drive. Hesitating, wanting to assure him that I will be quiet, I realize there are no negotiations with Master. Inserting the cock gag in my mouth, securing it tightly behind my head, I pump it five times, my cheeks balloon outwards and the cock tip expands almost to my tonsils.

Forgetting about my secured nipples and clit held hostage on the other side of the partition, I reach for the restraints and nearly rip my bound flesh from my body. Muffled noises escape around the gag. Grab the top of the partition. Master hooks my restraints to the top of the panel, and our drive to a mysterious destination begins.

Every so often, Master pulls over to add additional weights to the clamps, causing near continuous tiny points of pain. The landscape passes in a blur and I think back to when Master first took ownership of me nearly five years ago. Having just graduated from an all girl's Catholic Boarding Schoolschool, I couldn't cannot imagine a life beyond the safety of the walls and gates surrounding the church, conventorphanage, and school properties. At 17, I am pPainfully shy and ill-equipped for life outside the school. I have no family, no money, and no job skills other than two years of typing and a lifetime of scrubbing and cleaning the church and buildings.

I have no family that I am aware of, having been left on the steps of the church as an infant. Several of the sisters who raised me were alarmed about releasing me into the world, but rules were rules. I had to either leave or begin my studies to become a nun. Sister Mary Margaret, my primary caregiver, made the decision to send me to Master Jonathan, a kind man and generous benefactor of the church and school.

The next day, Master Jonathan arrives to take brought me to his home. I am excited and scared, leaving the familiar for the unknown. Carrying my meager belongings in a small cardboard box, I open the front passenger door of his car. He stops me and orders me to sit in the back middle seat with my hands clasped in my lap and my head bowed demurely. He chats with me on the two plus hour drive to his ranch, telling me of his business, his expectations, and outlining my duties.

But I am grateful for this opportunity and feel safe and protected in his presence. His property is surrounded by the heavily wooded Mark Twain National Forest. Several natural springs, rivers, and streams create a protective barrier around his two hundred acre ranch. Stepping up on the , stopping me on the wrap-around front porch, he explained explains the his rules. I am forbidden to wear clothing. He commanded commands me to strip naked right there in front of him.

Painfully modest, still a virgin never having even dated a boy , I stood stand first perfectly still,in unsure if I heard him correctly. Master patiently explainsed that that I am of legal age and must learn how to become a woman and serve him. He made it very clear that iit was is his responsibility as my owner to teach me those the skills necessary to serve him, and he took takes that responsibility seriously.

Ordering me once again to strip naked before him, his voice changes to a gruff no-nonsense tone. Those words send icy fingers of fear through my body. Sobbing loudly and unashamedly, I back away from him. Losing patience, Master Jonathan grabbed grabs my arms and, forced bends me over the railing. He lifts my skirt and spanks me, his knees and spanked me, first with his hands then switches to progressed to a wooden paddle. Wailing and begging for him to stop, he refuses until I agree to , refusing to stop until I begged him to allow me to obey him and remove my clothing for him.

Ranch hands gather to watch the spectacle and my humiliation mounts. Frightened, I slowly remove my blouse, then shoes and socks. I unbutton my skirt and it falls to my feet. Even though it is hot and sticky weather, my nearly naked body shudders with fear. The ranch hands move closer to the porch, hoping that I continue to refuse Master Jonathan's orders. I unfasten my bra and let it fall away from my body, followed by my white cotton panties.

Miserable, I cannot stop sobbing. Am I going to be raped by these men? What have I gotten myself into? I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I have entered into another dimension, a hell on earth with no means of escape in sight. Gathering my clothing, Master throws them to one of the men and orders him to burn everything. A loud crack interrupts my despair and a loud scream escapes from my throat. My body cringes as the pain from the unexpected blow reverberates through my body. Another crack as Master's whip slices through the air and collides with my butt, the unmistakable sound of leather striking flesh breaking the silence of the surrounding forest.

I am going to give you two more kisses from my flicker whip, then we will get you settled in your new life. Master's frustration at my non-compliance increased as did the severity of my punishments. Three or four times a day, he administered some type of punishmentdiscipline. Using a wide leather paddle with bumps under the surface, he whipped whips my butt, forcing me to count each strike, thank him, and beg for another. That was only partially successful, my modesty deeply ingrained.

His punishments escalated, humiliating me further by inserting one or two or three fingers in my behind, twisting and turning and spreading my opening wider while paddling beating my sore backside. His fingers hurt my sphincter almost as much as the whipping, but I could just cannot walk around naked with my breasts and womanly areas exposed. Angry, Master intensified intensifies my punishments by administering horribly painful deep cleansing enemas, whipping my behind while the solution slowly filled fills my canal and seeped seeps into my colon.

He whipped whips my butt until my flesh was is bright red and I was am squirming and yelping in pain. When I releaseexpel the mixtured, Master stood stands in front of me, tugging and pulling and twisting my nipples, ignoring my pleas for him to stop. The more I begged and cryied, the more he hurts me, so I struggled to remain silent.

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I do not know what I did to deserve this treatment, but I do know that nothing will dissuade this menacing madman from inflicting pain until I comply with his wishes. After eight or nine days and a very sore behind both inside and out , I compliedcomply, always naked, standing or kneeling with my legs wide apart, hands clasped behind my back, breasts thrust forward, and head and eyes lowered when in his presence. An hour later, we exit onto an unpaved road.

Master stops the van and adds more weights, now six on each clamp. My nipples and clit are , grotesquely disfigured,ing my nipples and clit held hostage on the other side of the metal screenbarrier. He navigates the deeply uneven terrain, the gravel roads filled with treacherous holes that send the weights swinging and swaying with the movement of the van. The clamps puncture my flesh deeper with each bump in the road, the weights constantly generating renewed waves of intense, blinding pain. Every bump, each sway of the road sends wave after wave of pain ping-ponging through my body. Oddly and at the same time, it feels delicious; the sensations coursing through me seem to be fueling a bizarre pain-induced trance.

We continue down the unpaved roads, jostling and jarring my body attached securely to the metal panel, eventually pulling onto a tree-lined lane. After another few miles of deeply rutted terrain, we arrive at an antebellum house with several outbuildings nearby. Upon parking, Master releases my clamps one by one, massaging each nub as blood rushes back until my whimpers quiet down.

Releasing my wrists, he hands me an envelope, and leaves me alone in the van to read his instructions. At precisely 1 pm, enter the front door. On the table just inside the foyer: Get on your knees, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind your neck, breasts thrust outward, and wait. DO NOT speak or refuse anything or you will be punished immediately. For the next several days, you are going to experience pain.

Pure, raw, unimaginable pain. You have no choices. You do not have a safe word. I own you and have decided that it is time for you to become my pain slave. This weekend you will learn be trained to ignore the voices in your head telling you what is right or wrong or pleasurable or painful.

You will learn to listen only to me as I hurt your body. You will learn the true meaning of total servitude and how painful and torturous that can be; yet you will submit willingly and without hesitation while I use your body without mercy. Nothing is off limits. And when you leave here, you will forever be my pain slave. You will beg me to hurt you, plead for pain, and I will gladly make you suffer. Oh yes, you are going to be hurting. Hearing you cry makes my cock hard.

Out here, you can cry and scream all you want. Remember, precisely at 1 pm, your journey training into the world of pain begins. Shuddering as I absorb his words, and then looking at the clock, I have a couple of minutes to get inside the house. Exiting the van, I clumsily walk towards the door; my pussy slick with juices making it difficult to hold the metal balls clanging inside my cunt.

The butt plug hurts with each step and I absolutely must pee; it has been a few hours. Inside the house, I quickly guzzle the whiskey, sputtering and coughing from the bitter taste. I fasten the ankle restraints, put the blindfold on, and kneel in the position Master ordered. The whiskey doesn't help me; I am agitated and uncomfortable, squeezing my legs together to hold my bladder and the toys inside me. It is very quiet in the house, my heartbeat, breathing, and a grandfather clock ticking are the only sounds.

A tremendous heat floods my body, a great smoldering fire just below the surface of my skin, my mouth, nipples, belly, between my thighs, down to my toes. Licking my lips, I realize they are puffy. I have an overwhelming desire to squeeze my nipples, rub my clit, anything to ease the fire simmering just beneath my flesh. Something was added to the drink because I have never felt like this before. Master approaches and yanks my leash propelling me forward, forcing me onto my hands for support. He drags me crawling behind him. I am led to a low coffee table and my face is thrust forward into a bowl.

It smells like a fruity juice. Stunned because he is treating me like a dog, I do not respond immediately. He slaps my butt with that lumpy wooden paddle he loves so much. He holds the paddle firmly against my skin, pressing the heat and sting into my flesh. Inserting fingers inside my ass, he probes my anal ring, twisting and turning and stretching my opening, pushing his fingers deeper.

I sway away from the blows to offer a less tender part of my butt cheeks but am held in place by Master's fingers in my ass. Incredible pain radiates from my buttocks with Master increasing the intensity and frequency of his blows. Slurping frantically and loudly, I nearly lose my bladder with his next whack; my face is thrust to the bottom of the bowl. I sputter, rapidly breathing, slurping liquid, and whimpering in pain. Master lays the paddle down and massages a cool gel on my butt cheeks. I jump from his unexpected touch; and he presses the soothing gel deep into my battered flesh.

Relaxing and moving with his hands and fingers, my cunt seeps liquid strands of juices, soaking him. His fingers between my thighs blend the cool gel with my hot juices in light sensuous circles. A searing heat begins to bubble up on my butt cheeks, my anal ring spasms, my crushed clit convulses from the deep heating properties of the Ben Gay absorbing into my flaming tissue. The bowl of liquid is removed and Master positions my torso flat on the low coffee table, face up on the smooth wood surface. Squirming, shaking, shuddering, I am unable to escape or ease the burning sensation penetrating my pores.

He spreads my legs wide, positioning my ass near the end of the table top, and fastens my ankles to the wooden legs. He did not secure the restraints taunt; even so, I have very little room to move. Exposed, I feel awkward yet exhilarated. I grind my burning butt cheeks into the cool wood beneath me.

The darkness opens my senses. There are others in the room; threads of uneven and varied breath sounds along with a mixture of pipe tobacco, pot, cigarettes, and a variety of colognes permeates the air. Remember, your training this weekend is to teach you how to cope with pain. You are going to be hurt. Just breathe deeply and exhale slowly and accept it. You must learn how to cope with pain. Leaving me breathless, I vow to do anything to please him.

Desperate for release whether it be an orgasm or my bladder, I need something to happen quickly. How many voices are there? Did they watch me drink from the dog's bowl, or Master paddling me with his fingers in my butt? Is this Master's intent for the weekend Master did mention that a time would arrive when he would share me with another Master for additional training. How many are there? I have a deep seated fear of the unknown, the unfamiliar. What will these Doms demand? Will I submit to each one individually or be used by more than one at the same time? What are their predilections? What will I experience while under their control?

Hot moist lips latch onto my right nipple, gently sucking, licking, and teasing it. Each man follows his unique rhythm using my breasts as an instrument of choice. My clit twitches, throbs, and my pussy oozes fluid. I cannot think clearly. So many points of pain occur at the same time. My body responds to each individual torment, but collectively, the pain happens at a rapid fire pace, far too quickly for me to adjust to or process. The Master sucks my left nipple hard enough to leave a black and blue hickey, making my nipple burn.

MyMasterAnother Master stretches it my clit, pulling it away from my cunt, and twisting it into a tightly threaded screw shape. My clit burns, my right nipple is numb as another the Master clenches it in a death grip pinch between his fingers, cutting blood flow while slapping my breast. Saliva oozes down my chin and rolls off my face. Beads of sexual excitement stream down my inner thighs.

Tears leak from my eyes leaving trails of smeared black mascara behind. His rRough hands spread my cunt lips wide and smack my cunt clit repeatedly. My clit swells, welcoming more attention yet withdrawing inside my folds to minimize the subsequent sting of each strike. The pain is not entirely unpleasant. It hurts, but oh my, delightful little tremors are growing in my belly. I am so close to orgasm. Master Jonathan's voice breaks my focus.

Let's make you hurt a little bit more. Think you can take it? Yes, you can take it. More pain, you need more pain don't you? Without warning, astonishing pain cuts through my left nipple as the Master's fingers close tighter around it, the very tip turning white. The pain travels like lightening into my breast, down my spine, and explodes in my clit. Buckets of juices drizzle from my cunt. Severe pain radiates from my right nipple as that Master bites it hard, scraping his teeth the length of the swollen tip.

Latching on again, he sucks my bud into his mouth, drawing it inside his mouth and biting down on it again. My nipples are highly sensitive, swollen, inflamed, and they hurt My breasts are sore, red from the hand slaps and spattered with finger bruises from large strong hands compressing my tender flesh. Yet I need more. I am close but cannot seem to let go and welcome my orgasm. My clit pulses and throbs as that Master's warm breath teases it and his fingers stretch it taunt, then releases it to snap back to my body.

Slapping my clit and cunt lips several times, my juices are making a smacking sound with the impact of his hand and my liquids. The dichotomy of sensations is lifting me into that breathtaking space where pain and pleasure mesh to a crescendo All touching of my body abruptly stops. I need to cum. My body writhes and my aching clit thrusts frantically in the air searching for relief. I desperately need to pee. I hear drinks poured, sense everyone moving away yet still watching me whimper in despair, fucking air with my cunt, drenched in sweat and my sex juices.

Master Jonathan lifts my head, feeding me more hormone-enhanced juice. I drink it, no, I lap every single drop. Master Jonathan slaps my cunt then pokes his fingers inside my pussy, two, three, ouch, four. My juices foam around his wrist as he pushes harder and twists and turns his fist with each plunge. His fist forces the walls of my vagina to expand and adjust to the invasion, and accommodate more of his hand. Opening his coned hand, he flicks my cervix with his fingers, pressing his thumb knuckle into my g-spot; the fullness and pressure is intense, and as much as it hurts, I want more.

Like a wild woman on a mission, I grind into Master Jonathan's hand, pumping it and pushing it until my cervical stem bends under the pressure of his knuckles. Another Master maneuvers his cock to my mouth, smearing pre-cum on my lips and urging my lips to part. Master Jonathan pounds my cunt with his fist, twisting and turning inside my canal, his knuckles thrusting against the thin walls, his fingers dance around the entrance to my womb, increasing the pressure on my bladder.

The man's cock lodged far down my throat restricts my breathing, and his lunges propelling me back and forth. The cock shoves farther down my esophagus, the fist slipping deeper into my womb. I feel like a wooden horse on carousal forced to move up and down a pole to the rhythm of the music, except I am moving back and forth, a fist in one end and a cock in the other, moving back and forth with the uneven thrusts of the two men.

I want to breathe and scream but with my throat full of cock, it's impossible. I am breathless, my body lurching in all directions struggling against the restraints, searching for something, anything to fill me, touch me, let me cum. I grunt, groaning as, frustration ekes from every pore. The Doms laugh at my reaction, further humiliating me with their comments.

Finally, desperate to pee, I manage to ask Master Jonathan for permission. Thankfully, he releases me from the low table and leads me crawling to the bathroom to empty my bladder. Removing all my restraints, he instructs me on what he wants me to do next. You have five minutes. I turn the shower off and reach for a towel to dry, but it is yanked from my hands. Dripping, Master Jonathan attaches my leash and pulls me forward, my knees pressing into the hard tile floor. He drags me through a carpeted hallway and into the living room. Leaving me kneeling in the center of the room, Master Jonathan disappears in the large house.

My head and eyes are downcast, hands behind my back, legs spread wide, feet together. D, and droplets of water cascade down my body. This story is a great story about an established couple. They have already figured out what's needed. We get to take a peak at a couple and their "therapy".

Hard loving can help to overcome some horrible work circumstances and you have to have someone who loves you enough to give you what you need despite you words. Mar 20, KaGe rated it it was amazing Shelves: Another good one I often look forward to reading this series, and this book didn't disappoint. I really liked the fact that this story was about an interracial couple, because I don't see that much in this genre. I wish the book was longer, but I know I can't have everything. May 17, CB rated it it was amazing. Ahhh, Sean Michael - he can do no wrong. There are currently 7 books in this series and they are all stand-alone.

Each one is a fairly short read and they are very different so they can be read one right after the other or interspersed between other books. Mar 10, Sue bowdley rated it really liked it. Amina rated it liked it Mar 22, Anne Coulson rated it liked it Feb 09, Renie rated it really liked it May 29, Tiffany rated it liked it Nov 01, Nadine Linter rated it it was amazing Jun 19, Kathi rated it really liked it Sep 05, Deana rated it liked it Mar 13, Fiona rated it liked it Mar 07, Joke rated it liked it Nov 11, Sarah rated it liked it Feb 14, Jennifer rated it liked it Mar 10, Jackie rated it really liked it Apr 18, Michaela rated it really liked it Dec 18, Bitsy rated it did not like it Nov 08, Randelina rated it it was amazing Jun 15, Farrah rated it liked it May 04, Saloni rated it really liked it Aug 29, Steph rated it really liked it Oct 12, There are no discussion topics on this book yet.

Often referred to as "Space Cowboy" and "Gangsta of Love" while still striving for the moniker of "Maurice," Sean Michael spends his days surfing, smutting, organizing his immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs. Those emotions flooded her, increasing the pressure beneath her rib cage, the aching in her throat. She couldn't say it aloud, not trusting it.

I'm falling in love with you. Unrestrained shows what a master craftswoman Joey is. Kudos to Joey who did it again. I guess words fail me to express properly how I feel about her evocative writing. Unrestrained depicts a fierce love story between two special characters. Thoughtful dialogue, a compelling narrative and more than enough titillating sex and love making complement this story. Still, it's not for the faint of heart. It should be a pane of glass, not a mirror. Love is about seeing one another clearly through everything and accepting each other. This is for you, Dale… Recommended read.

Buddy read with my lovely friends Kels, Nicole and Glam. View all 95 comments. I've always been a fan of JWH's books. Took me awhile to get of this one although it was out last year but it's worth the wait and the read. It's one of the best BDSM-ish love story ever I've always been a fan of JWH's books I always enjoy when a great story features "older" main characters. I'm over 40 myself I'd love to see more authors writing mature characters!! Sep 30, Jennifer rated it really liked it. I might keep you on your knees all the time.

Former military, gardener, dog trainer and junkyard operator. As well as an extraordinary Dom. Dale is not your typical Dom. Every time words came out of his mouth, I swooned or wiped up my drool!!! He is a big, soft teddy bear when it comes to taking care of Athena. But he is hard as stone as a Master and demands her soul.

He needs to be about protecting that soul as well. If there was such a term as diabolical selflessness, she thought it would apply to him. A refined woman to the bone, she was courteous to everyone, no matter what she felt. Athena has a lot on her mind. She is a Domme, who lost her husband, and she is trying to find her way in life.

She is the type of person to constantly wants to take care of the people she loves. She is a natural submissive, but she has no idea how to give up the control. This was not an easy relationship. It was a struggle. It was hot and beautiful and had me reaching for the tissues several times!!! The tighter he held the reins, the more powerful the wanting became. The more she wanted, the more it turned him on, a closely intertwined strand that drove them both. This was only my second Joey Hill book…I know!

I need to read them all, and I will! View all 39 comments. Nov 28, Duchess Nicole rated it it was ok Shelves: Athena was a Domme to her husband before he died of cancer a few years ago. Since his death, she has visited their club of choice but cannot bring herself to pick another sub. Not only does she feel too guilty, but no one seems to trip her trigger in the least. She has healed as much as she thinks she can from losing the love of her life.

She thinks that maybe that part of her life is over, that her husband was not only her one true companion, but her one submissive as well. He would like her putting it in those terms, she knew. So his Mistress let him go, even as his wife sat at his bedside, clutching his hand, the loneliness closing around her when his breath stopped and he obeyed her. But when he sees Athena's reaction to a scene between he and a sub one night and then gets the opportunity to play hero later when she's nearly robbed, Dale takes full advantage of his suspicions.

Of course, he is correct in thinking that Athena's status as a Domme only stemmed from her submissive desires to do anything she could to please her husband. In other words, she's always been a closet submissive. And in turn, she teaches him how to allow someone else to care for him Boy, was I not ready for this book. I've read a few of the genre. I know my limits, and I do tend to like the lighter, more playful punishments and scenes.

I can handle the lighter stuff. That being said, a friend convinced me to give Joey W. Hill a chance, and two of her books went straight to my favorites of all time shelf. Neither of these books was necessarily light BDSM However, the characterization and the stories themselves were ultimately beyond beautiful and so evocative that I actually understood the BDSM elements more than ever before. I understood the need to submit, the need to let go of all choices, the trust that it takes to give yourself over completely to this other person and expect them to not only push you past your limits, but to make you crave it as well.

These books, in case you want to give them a whirl, are: Rough Canvas Ice Queen Mirror of My Soul However, this book didn't come even close to either the intensity of emotion or give me the ability to empathize with the characters. I couldn't connect with either of them. That was the first strike. I just felt like Dale was a very flat, one dimensional guy. We know a few facts about him But we don't spend any real time with him as anything but a Master. I thought at first that I would love him, but I felt like I just kept expecting something to happend that would make me fall, and it never happened.

Same with Athena; all of the elements were there for me to click with this woman, and I just couldn't. She didn't come across as submissive to me. She came across as weak. She could pretend a good game in the corporate world, but in private, she was so unsure of herself, so timid and accepting of anything that Dale would do to her, I honestly ended up just being a bit disgusted.

A few specific things bothered me more than others. When Dale won't give her a safe word, AND he takes away the ability to gesture as well, because obviously he's been with her long enough a couple of weeks at the time that he will be able to read her body language. When he gives her a ring gag and fucks her mouth I stuck it out because I expected more, and I just kept getting more and more Like I said in an update, had this been a romance book and the 'scenes' been sex, it would have been laughable. I could see them as nothing but a Dom and his sub. They stopped being real to me, and started inducing eye rolls.

While this book does not necessarily hard core BDSM, I would not categorize it as light either, mainly due to the sheer amount of 'play' going on. Not to mention, there is a huge difference in embracing your submissive side and just accepting whatever someone wants to do to you. I think there is a delicate balance there, and she missed the mark for me. I was more often either bored or horrified.

And if there was romance here, it was way overshadowed by bruises and punishments. But I want to give you pleasure. He proved without a doubt then that he was far stronger than she was, holding her in that position with one arm, bringing the brush down again and again until she was jerking at every blow, sobbing, clinging to his pants leg.

Then he made her let go of him and put her palms back on the floor as he'd commanded, before giving her five more strong whacks.

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She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her face into his leg, shuddering with the pain. Buddy read with Baba, Kelly, and Glam: D Thank you ladies for the buddy read and for not holding it against me: View all 61 comments. Apr 07, Noura love your casting of Athena and Dale. Sep 07, Hill book called Hostile Takeover. It has since become one of my favorite reads and, as of a couple of weeks ago, the most read books on my Kindle.

Needless to say, Joey has become one of my favorite writers. If I had to describe Joey's work in three words, I would have to say it's raw , erotic and poetic. Having said that, when I do recommend Joey's work to someone, my recs always come with the warning: So, if you are only willing to give it up to your partner in a missionary position under the covers and only with the lights off, easily offended and had nightmares after reading 'Fifty Shades of Grey', Joey's stuff may not be for you.

But that's OK because, as they say, there are 'plenty more of fish in the sea' or millions more books to choose from on GR, right?? Even though Unrestrained , in my opinion, was pretty tame compared to some of Joey W. Now onto the actual book Where to even begin OK, I'll start in the beginning, I guess.

Leave it to Joey to deliver an awesome love story with two mature [main] characters. When I say mature, I actually mean 'mature' - both are in their late 40s which is fabulous! Both have been through the ringer in life. Both have been married. One lost a spouse to an ugly desease, another to a divorce.

My feelings about this story can be summed up in this quote: Athena Athena, in my opinion, is a typical 'people pleaser'. I can't tell you how many people I know personally who live their lives 'according to others'. They feel the need to please their parents, partner, boss, friends, etc. I've always had such a hard time understanding why but I think this book helped open my eyes a little bit. How rare a gift it was, to be truly oneself with another. Who you really are? Dale "I said a man. I should really stop right here because that pretty says it all but here is a little bit of Joey math for you in order to eplain how much I loved Dale: OK, back to Dale Everything is safe with me.

I think it was so sweet coming from such a macho guy and a ruthless Master such as Dale. I forbid you to cry ever again. For caring about me enough to come looking for me. As always, thanks for an awesome BR, my lovelies! View all 30 comments. Nov 16, Jennifer Kyle rated it really liked it Shelves: Athena played the dominant role for her husband, Roy and was known as Lady Mistress.

Dale Rousseau is a Dom, a retired navy seal who was total alpha! He not only catche 4. This is a story that takes Athena from Domme to Submissive.

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The writing was hot and steamy while deep and thought provoking. This story was not only sexy and involved punishments, ropes and blind folds but it also was a very emotional journey. Roy's words play through out the pages while Athena moves forward. The couple's bond slowly builds throughout the story. Athena and Dale were so lucky to find one another. I more loved that they were in my age bracket and as a reader I could relate to both their feelings during my read. Second chances are few and far between and this reader was pleased that Dale and Athena have another shot at love!

View all 35 comments. Sometimes you come upon a story where the author takes you on a journey through the use of beautiful words, where you are able to experience the feelings of 2 people wanting and needing more in their life. I was blown away by this book. I never expected to be moved so much, feel so much and be totally entrapped by 2 memorizing souls. This is a story of new beginnings, second chances, exploring new desires and of learning to trust 5 Spectacular Stars Things always felt more intense when restrained. This is a story of new beginnings, second chances, exploring new desires and of learning to trust again.

It was Incredibly Beautiful. This story is about Athena Francesca Summer, a 46 yr old widower, who is a runs a successful company but is at a cross road in life. She is still young but has lost her husband, the love of her life. But since his death, Athena is going through the motions of living but she truly isn't living for herself. She is always concerned about everyone else, everyone except herself. Then one night, Athena meets someone who will change her life as she knew it forever. This is a story of a woman who was a Domme for many years and is waken to the fact that may be she is a submissive.

Can she truly embrace her new reality, can she trust this new man in her life, can she let go of the past and learn to feel again, to love again? Her journey is not easy and it is not without heartbreak. She struggles with her new identity, but in her quest for truth, Dale is at her side, never wavering and never far.

He understands Athena even when she doubts herself. He is a true Dom and does not sugar coat what he is or what he expects. She was to rely on his strength, his control. That was part of the deal.

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Perhaps that was part of what he desired and needed, as much as she desired and needed to feel it, a perfect meshing. I loved experiencing Athena's awakening. Her emotions are real and conflicting and honest. Dale is a retired Navy Seal, divorced, and has baggage of his own. I must tell you that it only enhanced the story as real and honest. If you want to read a beautifully executed love story, look no further. Their lives involve BDSM, so if that isn't your deal, then don't, but if you are okay reading about it, this one will absolutely NOT disappoint.

And my favorite quote- My first Joey W. Hill book and it definitely won't be my last!! View all 44 comments. I had Gerard Butler in my mind for Dale as well. I think he's perfect to a "T"! As usual, Joey Hill superb writing comes through in Unrestrained. But while the writing may be exceptional, this book is far from being my favorite.

I liked it and enjoyed aspects of it, there are parts also which I didn't care for as much. Joey is one of those authors who isn't afraid to have a year old widow and year old disabled veteran as main characters. That's one of the things I've always loved about her books. Which brings me to the second thing that I liked about this book.

It added complexity to his character. Most of the BDSM books I've read, a dom is almost always handsome, rich and physically perfect or whole. Again, kudos to JH for writing that into Dale's character. It's obvious that they both loved each other very much and his death left a huge void in Athena's life, not just her being a Mistress but as a wife and partner. Their emotions and their vulnerability was more evident. It made me root for them, for their relationship.

While these scenes were few and far between, there were enough of them to keep me interested in finishing this book. I must say that this book is a little too intense for me especially the spanking. Dale is a relentless dom. I say relentless because he never lets up. He's on dom mode all the time.

I felt that he can still be a dom and still show a sensitive side but no. He's almost brutal in meting out those punishments. He doesn't ever let go of his control. His physical disability may have been a factor but come on, dude! Just relax a little. I would have loved to see him let go a little. He can be all dom in the bedroom and in the club but outside of it, the dude needs to chill. I felt that the one thing that this book lacked, which could have changed the whole feel of the book for me was balance. More romance to balance out the intensity of their BDSM relationship.

But overall, this book is still a lot better than other BDSM books out there. View all 20 comments. Jul 06, Kelly marked it as dnf Shelves: Thanks to Baba, Nicole, and Glam for reading it with me. View all 43 comments. Good luck on your next read Kelly! Dec 10, Dec 05, Wendy'sThoughts rated it really liked it. What was so highly attractive from the very start was the fact these main characters were in their late forties.

These people had lived lives before meeting each other; they had experienced real tragedies and had to overcome them. They had responsibilities and were full formed. And they had loved; one had married and given everything to her husband in the way he had wanted it. The other had loved his career; his comrades, county and the satisfaction of being able to make things right.

We meet these two people both handling different issues; but both just as serious. She lost her husband of 20 years to the ugliness of long term disease. In their day to day life, husband was powerful yet caring, running a multi- million dollar company with locations all over employing thousands. He was her man and she loved him. She loved him in a way that meant she would do whatever to make him feel the love. She showed through her help with fundraising and charity work for the company; doing events and affairs for their friends and then she showed him in the most loving of all ways… she became his Mistress to his need to be the sub.

She took on that identity proudly, wore it like a cloak. They would be with their friends at their club and all would admire the way she handle the scenes with him. Clearly they were the perfect couple… her Dom to his sub. But now her husband is gone and she is adrift… she has mourned his loss as best as she can… she has come out from the fog which she was lost in for over two years; she is here at the club watching from a distance. She is here because it was a place of very happy memories with him and yet nothing is really right.

It is during this casual visit she sees Him. He is known as Master Crafter and he is doing a scene with a young wisp of a thing, Willow. He is working this like a conductor; ebb and flow… murmuring in her ear when needed, taking her to levels of bliss for her through all manipulation he see fit.

She has given herself to him, the Master, willingly and has been rewarded for it. This stirs something in Athena; recognition she cannot put her mind around.

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