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eBook Category: Erotica
eBook Description: Contemporary Bondage Classic! Dan Stein is the owner of a world-renown strip bar called 'The Twisted Kitty'. Unbeknownst to the club's patrons, Dan has a dungeon beneath the club where he has a new business handling untrained or poorly trained slaves for other masters. One day, his beautiful slave, Jennifer, dares to challenge Dan to take a 'regular girl' who isn't into BDSM and turn her into a slave. Dan is reluctant at first but then takes up the challenge, kidnapping an average-looking go-go girl from his club. Dan's slave and his bodyguard have feelings for each other, despite Dan's jealously guarding of her virginity and his obsessive checking of her virginity.

eBook Publisher: Renaissance E Books/Sizzler, Published: 2002
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2005

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Words: 31087
Reading time: 88-124 min.
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Dan Stein took hold of the soft topknot on the back of the redhead's bobbing head. "That's the way," he said, his voice strained. "Deeper."

The young woman breathed harshly though her nose, then took Dan's hard cock deeper into her throat, avoiding gagging by force of will and practice. Her face was contorted with effort, flushed pink with exertion, but she worked at her task eagerly as she knelt on the floor, Dan's balls in one hand, and the base of his dick in the other.

Dan was standing there on his fine oriental carpet, absorbed, his eyes frequently closing as he felt himself bumping off the back of the girl's throat, the suction of her mouth pulling him closer, closer to the jolt of pure pleasure he sought. Behind him, Jeanne mewled with pleasure as she rubbed Dan's back and buttocks. Dan could feel Jeanne's pierced nipples against his back now and then, and the stud on her tongue along his spine when she licked him down to his tailbone. His silk robe lay puddled on the floor a few feet away, as were Jeanne's decorative gold manacles and the small, black riding crop he used to get a point across sometimes. This was a naked moment; a moment that needed no adornment beyond the women's leather collars and the hot, wet motion of the redhead's mouth on his cock.

The basement "training room" was blurry in Dan's vision, though he could see his tall bodyguard, Jared, standing twenty feet away, the expression on his black face enigmatic despite the bulge in the front of his expensive slacks. It delighted Dan to tease Jared, to tease anyone for that matter, by showing off the best of his toys. Dan knew, for example, that Jeanne wanted to do more than press her lithe body against his back. She'd been begging all week for a taste of the redhead's pussy, but Dan had denied her every time. It wasn't good for Jeanne to always get what she wanted. She would be spoiled and then he'd have to discard her. He wasn't ready for that yet; Jeanne's luscious figure and long, long blonde hair still held his attraction. Furthermore, he'd yet to find another girl as submissive but still creative. The fact that she was deeply masochistic was a delightful bonus that was so rare that he'd be hard-pressed to duplicate it easily.

Balls tightening, Dan fought down the first wave of orgasm, forcing himself not to come just yet. No, he wanted something bigger. The redhead would be heading back to her primary master very shortly and he wanted an explosive send-off. She gave head pretty well, so he wanted to take advantage of her best attribute before letting her go.

His hand tightened in the girl's hair, drawing her scalp back from her face, but Dan didn't care about her pain or the tortured expression on her busy face. So long as she didn't gag, he didn't care about her discomforts at all. And why should he? He was the Master, she the slave. The entire week of her training had proven their relative positions over and over. Through punishment and reward, a smidgeon of torture, and a smattering of lectures, Dan had formed a perfectly devoted slave-girl out of an imperfectly trained servant. He'd earned the money he'd be getting. He'd earned everything he had by being stronger, cannier, more merciless than all the rest.

His nightclub, Twisted Kitty, was one of the most popular girl-watching spots in all of Las Vegas. He had senators and world-class businessmen making reservations for private shows all the time. Just running the club made him a rich man, but riches weren't enough. Thus, he'd opened his "training school" for poorly trained female sex-slaves. A remarkable number of well-heeled men and women had devoted servants who were improperly, unhappily, trained. He took the clay they gave him and molded these girls into beautiful, useful slaves to delight even the most cynical of them. After only a year, his training business was booked six months in advance. Masters and Mistresses he met at BDSM parties worldwide had heard of him, and many tried to pry the secrets of training success out of him. But he'd just smile. There were no secrets except ruthlessness. Nothing but perfect was acceptable and the slave-girls had to learn both what perfect was and that they could achieve it.

For the second time, Dan's balls contracted in the redhead's fingertips. He guided her head faster and faster, giving her only the minimum amount of time she needed to breathe as she stroked him. She'd be breathless when they were through, but she wouldn't pass out; Dan knew precisely what he was doing.

Feeling his buttocks tighten, Dan pressed the girl's face against him hard, hissing through gritted teeth as he pumped hot semen down her swallowing throat.

"Ah, yes. Ah, good..." he praised her as his senses moved from overload down a notch to fully charged. He released her head and she slurped and sucked as his cock slid out of her mouth, then she collapsed at his feet, breathing like a scuba diver barely escaping death from oxygen deprivation.

"That was beautiful, Master," Jeanne said from behind him, caressing his waist, his buttocks. "I love to see you come."

He grunted noncommittally, looking down at the girl now stirring at his feet.

"Thank you, Master," the redhead gasped out.

"Well done," he said, patting her on the head as he stepped away. Jeanne hurried to help him into his robe and pour him a bourbon and soda, neat, just the way he liked it.

Tup, his precious Thai darling, moved out of his chair, smiling enigmatically as he tied the sash on his robe and stepped toward her. Tup was his girl-on-a-pedestal, raised first in Thailand by desperately poor parents who would do anything for the American dollars Dan provided, then by him after he paid a final, large installment, effectively purchasing her. This was just before he brought the shy, beautiful teenager out of Thailand illegally several years ago. She was a virgin--he made quite sure of this--and he sought to keep her that way indefinitely. Her physical innocence was the perfect counterpoint for the degradations of the human spirit and body he found irresistibly drawn to on a daily basis.

She knelt near his right hand, her pure, white silk dress fanning around her long legs gracefully, her beautiful pale-brown shoulders framed by white spaghetti straps and the satin sheet of her long black hair.

As he sat in his leather wing-back chair in his well-equipped training room, Dan sighed contentedly. Jeanne knelt before his feet, her slender hand hovering over the tattooed monogram "DS" on her hairless pubes, but she didn't touch. She knew better and this pleased him immensely. He could smell her eagerness, her wet desire, and yet she'd learned enough self-discipline to keep her hands away unless given permission.

"Your cunt is dripping," he pointed out.

"Yes, Master," Jeanne agreed, her eyes downcast, color high on her sculpted cheekbones.

"Can you smell her, Tup?"

"Oh yes, respected uncle," Tup replied, her accent light and exotic as she called him by the Thai appellation that could refer to anyone respect-worthy, whether they were a relation or not.

He stroked Tup's hair and sipped at his bourbon. "I'm not inclined to give her release."

Tup smiled slightly.

"You don't feel a bit sorry for her, do you?" he asked, knowing the answer already.

"It is not my place to judge my sister," Tup commented.

Dan snorted. "Sister, my ass. None of us here are related. You don't owe Jeanne any loyalty. You'd get none from her."

Jeanne's eyes shot up, silently denying Dan's claim.

He leaned forward and touched the redhead who'd recovered and was fussing with her hair. "Your reward, pretty little slut, is a designer suit to fly home in. You'll find it on the cot in your cell. Merry Christmas." His hand waved toward Jared. "Jared, see that she is dressed properly, then have Mitch take her to the airport. I don't want her to miss her plane."

Jared nodded.

The redhead crawled forward and kissed Dan's bare feet, then rose and went to her small, square cell on the other side of the training room. She'd been there for a week, enclosed in the windowless room with only Dan's audio tapes on proper comportment and behavior for company, except during the periods she was allowed out for more industrious training. It was a Spartan little space containing only a cot, a stainless steel, seatless, toilet, and, overhead, a video surveillance camera and a fluorescent light. The conditions tended to make the trainees joyful at the idea of going back to their relatively cushiony existences with their Masters or Mistresses.

"Oh, and Jared," Dan called as the broad man moved toward the cell, "see that the videotapes are packaged to go with her. I didn't like having to send them separately with the last girl. Not efficient."

Again Jared nodded. "Of course."

The cell door closed behind Jared and the girl, but Dan was unconcerned about leaving his trainee with a big, horny male. Jared was perhaps the most trusted of all his employees, and Dan made sure the man got plenty of feminine rewards to keep him happy. Although the redhead might appeal to him, Jared would simply do his job and wait for his off-duty hours to relieve himself if it was necessary.

Dan sat and stroked Tup's hair for a few minutes and Jeanne curled up at his feet, accepting the pain of unfulfilled desire without argument.

"Tomorrow's an examination day, hm, Tup?"

The dark head under his hand nodded.

"I won't be disappointed, will I?" Someday, Dan fully expected his bi-monthly physical examination of Tup to reveal that her virginity was gone. It was a suspicion he couldn't rid himself of. There were just too many men in his employ and Tup was a woman, after all. Someday she'd succumb and ruin things. He was sure of it.

"No, respected uncle."

"Good. You know how upset I'd be if I thought I couldn't trust you, sweetheart."

Again she nodded. "I would never spit on your goodness that way."

Dan sighed. So she says today. "No, of course not. But it never hurts to be sure, does it?"

Despising the examination and cleansing ritual that were required of her every other month, Tup's reply couldn't help but sound somewhat flat. "I happily submit to that which pleases you, respected uncle."

He rose from his chair. "Good girl." Jostling Jeanne slightly with a toe, he said, "Time to get to work, Jeanne. Put on your manacles and wait in my sitting room while I dress."

Jeanne nodded, a small pout still on her lovely lips.

Dan chose to ignore it. "We've got a VIP party tonight, Tup, so don't wait up for us. I'll see you here first thing in the morning, though."

Tup rose and bowed slightly from the waist.