: Stanley Jeffries 2017-06-28
: Journey Into Chastity, Book Three - New Depths of Pain New Depths of Pain
: Pink Flamingo Media
: 9781937831240
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: CHF 5.90
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: Erzählende Literatur
: English
: 202
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The final part of Journey into Chastity finds John even more deeply entwined in the triangle of love, denial and physical torment with two beautiful women.  Laura, his fiancée, and Christine, her housemate, now seem to be locked in a power play to be in overall charge of the relationship.  John is always the long-suffering victim, finding himself enduring even more devious physical and mental tortures, and sexual denial. Outside of his sex life, John is now excelling in all of his goals.

Chapter One

Decisions, Decisions

Laura’s fingers grasped the keychain and pulled it gently back away from me, and out of my hand. She stared at me in surprise as I allowed her to take it from me.

“Are you seriously telling me you want to stay locked in chastity?” she asked. “After all that’s happened this weekend already?”

For a moment I didn’t know how to respond, but I made a half-hearted grab for the key and Laura pulled her hand away.

“Oh no!” she said firmly. “You don’t get this back until you look me in the eye and beg for it.”

She slipped the chain around her neck and I swear I felt a sense of relief pass through me. Laura looked stunningly beautiful in the silky, red teddy. Her strawberry blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders, and it shone from the conditioner she’d used earlier in Angie’s flat. Her full lips were glistening and inviting me to kiss them. I could see the marks that Angie had left on the front of her thighs earlier; and I could still picture her face creasing up in pain as she took each stroke.

“John, are you going to answer me?” she asked softly.

I felt slightly dizzy. What was going on here?

All of a sudden I just dropped to my knees and began to gently kiss Laura’s bare feet. As I did so I whispered my mantra.

I obey my Mistress.

I love my Mistress.

She is my Goddess, and the one I worship.”

After a couple of minutes I felt Laura’s hand on my shoulder.

“Get up, sweetheart,” she said softly. “Come over to the bed.”

She led me by the hand towards the bed, and we lay down together.

“Are you OK, John?” she asked, stroking my hair gently.

“I…I’m just so confused,” I told her.

“Hey, it’s OK, you should try to relax,” she told me. “It’s been a crazy twenty four hours; I know that. We can just snuggle if you like.”

She eased her body against me and kissed my lips; and I allowed my hands to drift down onto her buttocks. She gasped as I squeezed gently.

“Oh, sorry!” I said quickly. “It must still be a bit tender.”

“It’s fine,” she whispered. “I like you touching me – you can keep going.”

Suddenly I was kissing my way over Laura’s cheek, down to her neck, over her chest and onto her breasts. I felt the metal in her pierced nipple and lapped at it gently with my tongue. Finally, I began to relax and the confusion I f