Bound For Love
anthology edited by Sascha Illyvich
Sizzler Editions [link to buy]
Erotic Romance/BDSM
Includes my short Tie Me Up and Spank Me (rope bondage/spanking/FemDom/male submission)
Rope bondage. Yes. Spanking with a wood paddle. Yes, yes. Mistress Helen knew what I needed and I craved to give to her whatever she desired. I was bound to her by more than rope; I belonged to her–heart, body and soul–and I loved every second.
EXCERPT:
When my Mistress snapped her fingers and pointed to the floor, I fell to my knees before her. Doing so was natural, almost instinctive. I never hesitated, not even a second. She commanded me the moment she entered the room.
I bowed before her, my hands and knees against to cool surface of the bare dungeon floor. Her dungeon—her private escape from the vanilla world. Within her dungeon she ruled and I awaited her next command.
Mistress Helen stepped closer and I heard the creak of PVC and the distinct step of her platform boots against the cement floor. I fought to keep my eyes lowered as I desired to look upon her dressed in her favorite mini-dress and boots, but I remained frozen, waiting.
“My my, you are quite the sexy bitch, aren’t you?” Her voice held humor in check, but only barely.
“If you say so, Mistress,” I replied. My cock stirred and I shifted my position. The thong I wore could hardly contain my growing erection. Even now one of my balls slid out to one side.
She stopped and stood before me so close the toes of her boots were within my sight. She chuckled and flicked my little red plaid skirt with what I believed was a riding crop, one my Mistress’s favorite toys.
“You look good in a little skirt.” She paused then struck a buttock.
I jumped and cried out. Yes, definitely the crop.
“Hold still,” she ordered in a stern tone.
“Yes Mistress. Sorry Mistress.”
She whacked my ass again in the same spot with her crop. I bit my lip and forced myself to remain still.
“Hmm.” She paused then stepped back. “Stand up so I get a good look at you.”
I rose from the floor wondering if I dirtied the knees of my white thigh highs. Dirty knees would surely earn me a spanking.
Oh yeah. I suppressed a moan as my cock hardened at the thought. I couldn’t help but smile. I wanted her to smack my ass—hard and merciless.
“You’re wearing a little skirt, stockings and high heel Mary Janes like as I ordered. Very, very good. Now, are you wearing panties too, boy?”
I gulped back my growing excitement brought on by the sound of her voice. “Yes Mistress. I am.”
“Lift your skirt and let me see.”
I lifted the short skirt to reveal a red lacy thong.
“Slut,” she muttered with a soft chuckle.
