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Samantha's Assemblage

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SKU:
PF6207
ISBN:
9781939916891
# of Pages:
492
Publish Date:
03/14/2014
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2.00 LBS
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Samantha’s Assemblage by Patrick Richards

Samantha’s Slave - Jack has spent years searching for his dream Mistress, and when he finally meets the stunning Samantha, he's immediately in love with this beautiful Goddess. But Jack is not prepared for her cruel tests in submission. He has no problem sexually satisfying this ravenous female, but the cock torture and the brutal whipping take him to the edge of sanity. When he's left on the street miles from his apartment with his hands cuffed and wearing only a woman's thong, it's a long, potentially embarrassing journey home. Still, he's hooked on this amazing woman the promise of his abject submission under her artful reign.

Jack willingly falls under the spell of this astounding woman, despite her rough demands. But is he ready for Samantha to take over his business and make him her permanent slave? When she gives him a chance to freely decide his fate, can Jack finally wrench himself from her powerful allure? If he stays, he's promised a lifetime of chastity with no relief. If he gives her up, he'll never be with her again.

Addicted to Samantha - Jack's addiction to the beautiful Samantha runs deep, as this tortured male serves his mistress every whim, satisfying her with a masochistic drive that matches her profoundly sadistic disposition. As she artfully primes him for the grand 'wedding' where he'll become her lifetime slave and property, he faces numerous trials to test his devotion, his love and his physical ability to withstand the awesome torture she metes out. The penalty for tardiness earns him long hours exposed to the elements while he undergoes excruciating pain. After losing a simple sex game, he's forced to walk the long road home in woman's lingerie, and suffer the cruelty of the college boys who discover his humiliating dilemma.

Each new trial he suffers takes Jack deeper into his submissive cravings. But though he dearly loves his mistress, will love be enough to see Jack through his sufferings? Or will he finally reach his breaking point and lose all that he's ever wished for?

Readers can gear up for some hot and heavy Femdom action, including whipping, punishment, suspension bondage, female worship, chastity, denial, shaving, feminization, exhibitionism, strap-on anal sex, and so very much more. Be warned: Not for the faint of heart!


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Excerpt

As I walked in the front door my Mistress yelled at me. “You’re late again, slave!”
“I know, Mistress. I’m very sorry, Mistress Samantha, but Marcy….” I tried to explain, but she wasn’t interested in any of my excuses.
I was in serious trouble; I mean really deep shit. It seems that almost every time I go to Marcy’s place to do my regular cleaning, I end up getting a good thrashing when I get home. You see, Samantha’s youngest sister is a nymphomaniac. She loves her continuous orgasms and really enjoys causing me pain and punishment. She skips work many of the days that I have to clean my old condo where she now lives.
She intentionally caused me to be late again, and there was absolutely no way to talk my way out of it. It wasn’t my fault. Samantha really knew it, but it didn’t make any difference. Nothing would change my awaited fate.
“But Marcy wouldn’t let….”
“Silence, slave! I don’t want to hear any of your feeble excuses,” she continued. “I sent you to clean my sister’s apartment this morning and gave you explicit orders to be home by noon. You’re an hour late. I have things planned for the afternoon and now I’m going to be late.”
Without another word I sank to my knees, humbling myself before my Goddess, groveling at her feet. “Please forgive me, Mistress. It won’t happen again.”
“Well, I can’t bother wasting any more time. I’ve waited too long already. Go get me a pair of handcuffs and a nice stiff crop. You can undress except for your bra and panties. Hurry up! Oh, pick up my soiled undies from the hamper in my bathroom and bring them along as well. Now move it!”
It only took me a couple of minutes to follow her instructions. I wondered what she had in mind as she indicated for me to follow her into the back yard and over next to the privacy fence.
“Since you made me wait for you all morning, you can wait for me this afternoon,” she said as she locked my hands behind my back in the sturdy steel cuffs. “Step back and put your feet on those spots in the grass. See ‘em?”
On the ground next to my feet were two small white spots that had been painted there with a spray can. They were about two feet apart and a foot and a half from the wooden wall.
As I settled my feet onto the designated places she said, “Now lean forward and place your nose against the wall. That’s it, just a little higher.”
She placed her wonderful sweet pussy-scented panties so my nose held them against the rough, hard surface of the barrier fence. With every breath I would inhale the unique and enchanting essence of my Mistress.
“Your nose is on a very tiny spot that I put on the wall. I want you to stand here and not move. You can wait for me until I decide to return. If you move from that exact spot or let my panties fall, I will whip your balls for an hour. Understand?”
“Yes, mistress.”
Before she left, Samantha stepped back and picked up the whip. She never spoke but I could hear the tell-tale sound of the long, thin leather-wrapped crop. It hissed through the air and slashed against my butt. Like a large evil snake it burned a fiery swath across both ass cheeks. I remained silent as she cocked her arm for a second strike. It immediately found another waiting spot of tender flesh to leave its fiery hot bite.
Again and again she raised heavy welts across my derrière. They hurt terribly but the immediate pain would soon cease, becoming just a dull ache soon after the initial assault had ended. Soon she tired of the game, but two dozen black and blue marks would linger and bear witness to my punishment.
Almost immediately I could feel a slight strain in my back. I was positioned so I really couldn’t stand with my feet flat on the ground. I was forced to put most of my weight on my nose and the balls of my feet. I knew it wouldn’t be long before the over-stretched muscles in the backs of my legs would start to revolt as well.
I inhaled deeply letting her lustful scent charge my batteries for I knew that I would be here for a long time. I had a price to pay. Now it was my turn to wait for her.
There was pressure on my nose as it supported my entire upper body against the wall, but a slight movement allowed me to use my forehead as well for my three point stance, but that put more stress on my legs and feet. Beads of sweat already dotted my brow as I stood there and waited. I knew it would be a long afternoon standing here almost naked in the blazing hot sun, but I had no choice. No matter what, I would obey my Mistress and wait for her.
It wasn’t long before I was able to relax just a little. With nothing else to do, my mind clouded into a kind of trance. Thoughts of my consensual servitude sort of made me smile. I was getting everything that I had dreamed of for so many years and so much more. Ever since I was a little child I had been fascinated with bondage. I loved being tied up as a game with the neighbor kids. It was long before puberty that the attraction to ropes and chains became imbedded in my mind. In fact my very first orgasm was the result of some tight ropes and unpleasant afternoon bondage at the hands of my friends and an old maple tree.

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