It just so happens that the book I'm flogging (heh) this week, Emily's Journey to Prophettown, has a literal dungeon in it. Crawl on over.
At the bottom of the stairs was what could only be a dungeon.
Opening off from the landing was a dungeon-door so perfect it might have been made by Hollywood; through the grated window in the heavy wood bound with iron I could see a small vestibule that seemed fitted up as a kind of clerk's station; that vestibule opened out into what looked like a much bigger room. In the center of that room, as I could see with much more clarity once Unger had opened the door and ushered us into the vestibule, was an ancient punishment bench, and upon it, strapped down, the woman, whose bottom, turned towards us, was already completely covered in cane-welts. Her chastiser stood at her left side, naked, his manhood at least as stiff as the cane he held in his right hand. With his left hand, he was stroking his victim's bottom. We all watched, transfixed, as he went to a shelf and fetched a bottle of lube, and returned to begin an assault upon her anus that made her cry out even louder than the cane had.
"They, ah," Jeremy said, "have different recruitment. . . procedures than we do."Intrigued? Read the blurb:
Two hours into the flight, in my dream, Charles called the flight attendant over and said, "This is my wife Emily. She's wearing nothing but a diaper, and I think she may have to be changed. Would you please take her into the bathroom and check her diaper? Emily, sweetheart, do whatever Jean" (that was the name on her nametag) "tells you, OK?" He handed Jean a dry diaper.
My face as hot as a sun-baked desert, I nodded in my dream, and said, "Yes, Daddy."
The 33rd book of Explorations tells the story of fantasy-Emily's and fantasy-Charles' journey to France, the first step of their ultimate passage to Prophettown. In a medieval dungeon in Rouen, Emily will come face to face with the BDSM world recorded by her Victorian ancestress a hundred years before.
This book of Explorations contains fiction elaborating the following sorts of fantasy that you may wish to avoid: Mf, MMMf, anal, spanking, ageplay, watersports, diaperplay. It's intended for over-18 audiences who, like me, are interested in exploring the lines between pleasure and pain, dominance and submission, and fantasy and reality. All characters depicted are consenting adults.Overwhelmed? Buy Emily's Journey to Prophettown at Amazon!
Now keep on crawling!
"an assault upon her anus" goodness! Excuse me for a minute...
ReplyDelete:D I was happy with that phrase. Glad you found it. . . diverting.
DeleteWhat a vivid scene Emily! You know how I am about that. I might have run screaming out of the building...but excellent work placing the reader RIGHT THERE with them. :)
ReplyDeleteI'm agreeing with Normandie on the visuals in this scene. The door to the dungeon, the vestibule and the old time spanking bench were well described.
ReplyDeleteI could feel the woman on the bench, her can welts, and how tired out she must be at this point. Her spanker really hit this excerpt out of the park though when you mentioned the assault on her ass.
HOT!
sighs a beautiful scene :)
ReplyDeleteGreat scene! wow, I could feel it!
ReplyDelete"different recruitment...procedures" tickled me.
Tiltonian WIN, yet again. "Completely covered in cane-welts" got my attention. Vestibule. There's a word we don't see enough in kinky writing. Are there firm men in this book? Because, that would be good.
ReplyDeleteYou had better believe it! How else can one assault an anus?
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