: Alexander Kelly 2017-06-28
: Sincerely, A Slave
: Pink Flamingo Media
: 9781939916051
: 1
: CHF 2.90
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 114
: kein Kopierschutz
: PC/MAC/eReader/Tablet
: ePUB
Alexander Kelly, author of Kidnapped: The Taming of the Princess Bitch, Allow Me to Serve and most recently, The Training brings us a hot, new release with Sincerely, A Slave. All Sloane wanted was peace and quiet, a way to forget about her divorce. When her friend Maribeth offered Sloane the job of lone caretaker at her Bed and Breakfast it seemed like a perfect fit. But reservation mix ups do occur and Sloane suddenly finds herself playing host to Ryan, an unexpected visitor. That he was handsome was a plus, but the SM equipment Sloane discovered in his baggage was something she hadn?t counted on. Of course, Sloane had heard about SM, but what she didn?t count on was her growing fascination with leather. And when Ryan finds Sloane trying on wrist cuffs and neck collars he obliges her with the full on SM treatment. At least that?s how everything appears on the surface. Other forces are at work, conspiring for Sloane and Ryan to get together. Also, Sloane and Ryan both harbor secrets that they don?t even admit to themselves, secrets about Sloane?s real reason for her divorce, and Ryan?s near crippling guilt over the death of his slave wife. How can either deal with the other?s secret when they can?t even deal with their own? This story contains bondage, heavy leather scenes, ponygirls, SM ritualization, male-female, female-female action and a massive slave hunt.

­­­Sincerely, A Slave

by Alexander Kelly

ISBN: 978-1-939916-05-1

A Pink Flamingo Ebook Publication

Copyright © 2013 Alexander Kelly

All rights reserved

Prologue

The Chase

The quick, frenzied crunch of leaves disturbed the peace of the dark forest. A sliver of moonbeam cut through the dense canopy and, like a panicked deer, she ran, barely pausing in her strap on high heels to avoid a solid tree or protruding root. Legs free to run, yet her arms remained tied tight behind her. They had liked that, those who had transported her to this isolated place. They were amazed at her pliability, how she seemed such a natural. And once the last rope was placed, just so, and the last knot tied, they liked her even more. Her breasts, generous mounds just ripe for fondling, strained out in her black, lacy bra. And the rope they wound about her waist, brought down in back and up in front through her crotch over her black panties just made teasing her even more fun. They couldn’t decide which was better to play with, the tits or the pussy. As for her mouth? Well, they left it empty and she screamed for help, hurled insults at them until her throat was raw. Then they plugged her mouth with a ball gag and there it remained, those parted, full, luscious red lips truly a sight to behold. The ropes and the ball gag stood out against her pale skin and deep red, long hair, an unintended lure on her part to come closer, to allow their rough and meaty, and in some cases soft and tender, hands to roam at will across her quivering thighs and heart-shaped ass. Sharp nails from a woman had reached down inside the panties, around the crotch rope and pinched her tender pussy lips, then diddled with her clit. A moan escaped from around the ball gag, and she nearly collapsed in the sudden onslaught of intense sensation. The woman and the others gently giggled, as if their victim were in on some kind of joke. But then they pulled the crotch rope up tighter and anchored a vibrator to it at stomach level. No one laughed then. They stood back while the vibrator’s incessant rhythms shot down the crotch rope into her pussy. Her legs shook and she fell to her knees, then toppled on her side. She screamed again, but this time into the gag. She flopped around on the floor, an orgasm so intense that she nearly passed out. Finally, finally they turned off the vibrator and left her alone. People got their coats and made soft comments like she would only get better, now that she was under permanent lock and key.

Lock and key; that phrase if nothing else had brought her back around, along with the cool night air that drafted over her hot, sweaty skin. As people departed the cabin door opened and shut, then at one point remained carelessly open. No one had thought that she was still awake, that she still had use of her legs. Distant voices outside laughed, wished each other good night. An envious voice or two said good luck to the one who would stay with her that night. Car doors opened, then closed. Engines started up. Slowly, she gathered her legs underneath her, wobbled into a crouch, then sprang through the door. In a mad dash she made for the nearest line of trees and plunged into the concealing darkness. Now, as she ran through the forest she had no idea where to go, only that there had to be a road nearby and that she had to find it.

She propped up against a tree, rough bark on a smooth shoulder. Deep breaths coursed in and out through her nose. She hadn’t dashed so far or so fast in a long time and it showed. Already tired, but determined to give them a run for their money, she lurched off again as cries of people calling her name with exclamations of “This way!” drew ever closer. No, they weren’t going to