Lessons In Submission Strapped Down Gay Domination Bondage

Download or read book Lessons in Submission: Strapped Down (Gay, Domination, Bondage) written by S M Partlowe and published by The Red Spot Press. This book was released on 2014-09-19 with total page 22 pages. Available in PDF, EPUB and Kindle. Book excerpt: Reader Advisory: This story is for mature audiences only and features intensely erotic situations, bdsm play, bondage, submissiveness and dominance. All characters are 18 or older. After an intense, almost overpowering experience at the hands of the Langston Society's mysterious leader, Adam has been offered the opportunity to spend a week with him and begin to explore his true potential as a submissive. It means temporary separation from Damien, but the allure of what Adam has tasted is simply too strong to ignore. Once reunited with the man whose touch thrills and controls him so perfectly, Adam begins the long road of self-discovery - rich with challenges and with pleasures - as he begins to learn what it is to have a master and just exactly who his is. Excerpt: Without turning, Jack addressed us. "And you, too, Ben. My thanks for seeing Adam in." Ben rose and backed towards the door. "I know you dislike the task," Jack added before he had left, "But yours is such a warm personality. I couldn't think of having the other boys do it in your place when I want our newest guest to feel welcome." He blushed deeply at the compliment, his eyes fixed on the floor. "Thank you, Master," he said softly. Jack nodded in dismissal and Ben left. Slowly, as though he could sense my impatience, Jack's deep charcoal eyes turned towards me. "Adam," he said simply, "I'm glad you could come." "Master," I responded, eager to try the new form of address. He smiled. "You've heard that word, have you? Good. We'll teach you the meaning of that word very thoroughly before you leave here." A slight shiver ran down my spine. God, was I already getting hard? He stood and walked over to me. "I like a new toy that arrives early in the morning," he said. "There is so much time left in the day to try it out." He laid a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. With a slight pressure, he bid me stand and I rose to my feet, my eyes never leaving his. "You've been on my mind a very great deal over the past twelve hours," he said to me. The number surprised me. Had it really only been that long? "I'm usually such a patient man," he went on, sliding a finger within the neck of my shirt, just brushing my skin. "What is it about you that so undermines my self-control?" I trembled slightly at his touch and the tone of his voice. His words were deep with intensity, and yet I did not believe him for a moment when he said his self-control was compromised. He seemed to have so much of it that it bled over and controlled me, too, without him being entirely conscious of it. Simply having him standing in front of me, looking and touching me, was enough to paralyze me until next he told me to move. "And all nicely wrapped," he murmured. "I can always tell an outfit chosen with care. We'll put these clothes somewhere safe for the week. I wouldn't want them to wrinkle." His gaze held mine as he began to strip my clothes from me. A slight flush rose to my cheeks but I did not break eye contact. My God, he didn't beat around the bush. There was the slightest hint of a challenge in his deliberate movements. I am making you naked in front of me, his eyes were telling me. There is no secret or thought or emotion you possess that I cannot choose to uncover. You walked in my door, knowing who I was and what I wanted, and now you will be utterly mine.