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Pagan Dreams - Lizbeth Dusseau - Pink Flamingo

Lesbian Sexuality

Female lovers Cassidy and Peach quit the city for the summer, traveling north to The Edge, a B&B playground for sexually open-minded women, run by an experienced Female Dominant, Tasia. Wanting Peach for herself, Tasia lures her from Cassidy. While the angry Cassidy waits for Peach to return to her, she finds her own dominant tendencies are brought from hiding as she’s seduced by the mysterious waif, Analise. Cruelly taking this innocent initiate through bondage, whipping, anal probing and other S&M tortures. Yet only the Midsummer Madness and a stunning confrontation with Tasia gives Cassidy the fulfillment she desires. A fantasy of love and surrender, of twisted motives and crude sexual practices for readers who enjoy the sensuous extremes of lesbian sexuality.



A thought… random… fleeting… unbidden, leaping from cell to cell

in a tantalizing dance,

of what’s to follow.

A thought… returning with friends… demanding… impatient,

twisting in a spiral

of unrecognized lack,

seeking attention’s wandering gaze.

A thought… swelling with desire… festering with passion, as it’s slowly brought to a boil

over lust’s licking flames,

stoked by insatiable hunger.

A thought… leading the body in hell born pursuit… of appetite’s need,

nerves pulsing in pleasure filled desire, seeking to worship

at gratification’s altar.

A thought… exploding in completion…

dying of spent release, on the altar’s cold stone, as orgasm

becomes one with obsession…

A thought… random… fleeting… unbidden,

leaping from cell to cell, in a tantalizing dance

of what’s to follow…

Chapter One

I see her standing by the stacks in the old library. I’m surprised to see that she actually showed up. I usually don’t arrange dates this way. But I was obsessed. I watched her every day for two weeks. She was doing research, and so was I; though after two weeks I confess I was doing more research on her than on my American Poets thesis.

My obsessions drive me to such things. In a mad impulse I finally peeked in the front of her opened notebook when she was off to the bathroom. I was looking for a name, maybe a phone number. That was three days ago. That night, I called her.

“Yeah sure, I remember you,” she said, when I described myself. “You’re the one with the

gigantic blue eyes and the soft blonde hair. You were sitting at my table.”

I’m excited that she remembered me at all. I feel so stupid, flustered like some school kid. I’ve never felt quite this way about a woman. I knew I liked women, but never like this, never with an obsession that made me follow her around, steal her name from her notebook, and find out where she lives and with whom (no one, I was glad to discover). Would she still be meeting me if she knew to what lengths I’d gone to feel close to her? My God, I was certain that if I didn’t have some consummation to this heated insanity, I’d soon be stalking her nightly, peeking in her window, stealing flowers from her flower bedecked porch.

Seeing her now in front of the stacks, perusing some enormous art book that looks too big for her, I’m tingling all over, especially between my legs. That place gives me away, it leads me running around after phantom lovers like a child with a first crush. But Peach is no phantom.

I call her Peach when I see her dressed in this peach colored tee-shirt dress. It’s nearly ankle length, but she might as well be wearing nothing the way her body seems to climb out on top of it. Her ass, which is turned to me, is one of the pert round kinds. I see the hint of her cleft as an indentation in the material. I know when she turns around, that her pendulous breasts will be pressed against the fabric erotically, her tiny nipples poking through the cloth. I know this because other tee shirts I’ve seen on her do the same.

“Good evening,” I say, trying not to scare her. Approaching people from behind can be risky, so I take it slowly.

She doesn’t miss a beat, turning around as if she knows I’m there all along. Exactly what I want, a smile is beaming on her face, her bright cheeks glowing. And yes, there are her breasts with the conforming fabric of her dress showing off the subtle curves and her nipples.

“Cassidy,” she says, in a voice that floats to my ears like Mozart. She gives off warmth like perfume. I can smell her scent, a fresh scrubbed soapy scent, kissed with the trace of some sweet hand cream. It’s been hot, so there’s a musky sweaty fragrance too, on her skin and mine.

“Hey, Peach, I’m glad you came,” I reply.

She doesn’t balk, not even when I call her Peach. Her name is Samantha Clarisse Sykes. It’s much too much a name for her, she’s much more simple than that.

“I liked your invitation,” she says.

“Not too bold?” I ask.

“Honest,” she replies, “telling me you’ve been having erotic thoughts of me, I know that’s a

bold thing for you to say. You’re really very shy, aren’t you?”

I giggle a little.

She takes my hand and pulls me deeper into the stacks. We wind our way into the maze of tall metal shelves, into the bowels of this ancient place, searching for some privacy.

She touches my breasts first. Her hand is like a feather. I’m shivering. I can feel her touch in the top of my head underneath my hair, and at my shoulders, they’re trembling, and of course, between my legs. But it’s not enough that it’s there, it’s everywhere that shivers.

I lean forward, instinct leading me, and touch her offered lips with mine.

“Ooooo, I am in love,” she says.

I can’t believe that she’s saying this to me. How can she love me when we’ve just met? Then, how can I love her when I don’t even know her? Has she been feeling anything that I’ve felt, can I be that lucky?

She kisses back, and then there are a dozen more little kisses, while she leans into my body, pressing herself against me and fondling me more.

I think I’m going to swoon, until she laughs that lilting, approving laugh. She seems to know my trepidation and my joy, and tries to put me at ease with her hands. They are all over me. One hand breaches the bottom of my shirt, lifting it so she can fondle skin to skin.

“I don’t understand this, Peach, why I love you like this,” I tell her. I figure I need some kind of explanation.

“Shush,” she puts a finger to my mouth and smiles. We kiss again. And I take liberties with her body. My hands were poised for minutes, then finally after she shushes me I have the courage to touch her, really touch her.

We’re leaning against the stacks of books: the tall, fat, musty medical library where no one ever goes. I’m glad we have this privacy, because she feels free to raise my shirt enough to view my breasts with her eyes, not just her hands.

“You have such creamy white skin,” she says.

I want to tell her, I find her dark tanned skin perfection, my blonde skin always seems uneven and flawed.

She presses her mouth into my breasts and kisses them all over. She sucks the soft flesh.

Sucks hard, so I know that there will be a hickey there when she’s done. I couldn’t ask for more.

My hands reach around her so I can find her ass, that perky round one, with the melon globes of tight flesh that lightly bounce against the dress.

When I squeeze the cheeks, I can feel her thighs tense, her breath becoming short and excited. Pulling up on the dress, I want to feel the soft skin underneath.

We’re wrapped together, pressed tightly. Her hands rove at will. Mine do the same. We’re both wet like rivers between our legs. We’re feeling each other in the center, where undiscovered clits become discovered, and once virgin holes become places to violate again.

“Cassidy, right there,” she instructs me, as my hands find her special spot. I drop to my knees, I want to see it, tongue it, watch it burst. Her cunt is dark, a silky bush of hair covers plump brown labia. I spread the hair and the lips to find her clitoris. It’s become a hard throbbing finger.

It only takes a few gentle sweeps of my tongue to discover what she likes best, what makes her throw her head back in a passionate stupor. She grabs my hair to keep her balance. So easily she could tumble to the floor, but I keep her stable. I want her to remember only that this was the most exquisite orgasm she’s ever had.

Her cries are nearly inaudible, but to me they are like an ocean roaring with waves of fervent bliss that crash at my ears.

She claws my hair. She tenses.

I work faster with my tongue against her clitoris, my fingers passing through her hole to bring her twin pleasures. Her channel around my fingers squeezes them tightly, a spasm of orgasm and then another. They seem to be rippling through her, one after another in an unending stream. My hands and face are covered with her juices. They taste salty and sweet, that fragrant musk of sweat, makes my own cunt ready.

When it’s over, she slips down against the shelf of books, till she’s on the floor beside me. Her legs are open, her cunt exposed. She almost looks as  if she’s airing out. The sweet contentment written on her face is lustful, peace filled pure. If this is all she ever gives me, it is enough. I couldn’t want anything more than to see the love obsession of my life this happily satisfied.

She opens her eyes. There’s a cute smile on her face.

“You don’t think you’re getting away from me, you slut,” she says. No one has ever called me ‘slut’. I like the name.

She reaches in and begins to paw my thighs, though they’re covered in denim; I admit I wasn’t as well prepared as she.

“Here? A little risky, isn’t it?” I say.

“Hey, you little tramp, I took the risk and so shall you, even if you do get caught with your pants down.” She’s adamant, unbuttoning the waist and unzipping the zipper, and then pulling firmly on my jeans until they are at my ankles. She leans over, lays me down and begins to plant her mouth on my needy clit. She goes straight for the center where the best feelings reside.

She licks with a gentle, but experienced tongue.

It won’t take long, and it doesn’t.

With her hands climbing all over my thighs and reaching inside my shirt to my tits, she brings me off, raises me up, tears me in two. My entire body is gasping, letting go, struggling to let free all three weeks’ worth of piled up lust.

I’m afraid I’m too loud, but for at least twenty seconds, I couldn’t give a damn who hears.

We both collapse in an abbreviated hug, her head to my belly, until I become too scared of being so exposed in a public building.

“You don’t mind my calling you Peach?” I ask.

“I like it. Almost as much as I like you,” she says. “This was a good idea you had,” she continues.

This is where I’m most afraid. What if it’s only been a lark for her and nothing more? God,

please, I promise to be good, if you don’t make that so, I pray silently. “I want to see you again,” I tell her.

“God, I hope so,” she replies, “but can we do it someplace besides this library, my God this floor is too hard!”

We pick each other up laughing, and walk out arm in arm.

That is, after I’m zipped and buttoned again.

Everything he had and more - Clarice Darling - Femdom Cave

Cuckold Fiction From Clarice Darling

Another tale of cuckold fiction in two-parts from a queen of the genre, Clarice Darling.

In part-one of this two-part novella, Ms Darling asks what kind of a man makes the perfect partner for a woman with previously repressed dominant tendencies who wishes to not only rule her man and the household in which they live but fully intends for him to remain chaste while she pursues sexual fulfillment with a variety of partners.

Or perhaps just one.

That perfect partner being a husband, a servant and a child.

All wrapped in one beaten and demoralised parcel.

In Ms Darling's latest tale of cuckold fiction, this wife and her Anglo/German friend, Marjory, wants it all.

And then some!



“Obedience Training of the Stepford Men” by Lee Allen

Another addition to the Cave's growing catalogue of Pink Flamingo titles waits to be read this week, with Lee Allen's take on a location that was once a by-word for male-domination and has seen itself, instead, become a popular destination for femdom authors with role-reversal in mind.

Mr Allen's femdom take on the subject of the famous town of "Stepford" runs the reader through the training of its male inhabitants at the hands of the strict females in charge there.

For one hapless bad boy in his late-twenties it is an unwanted course in male acceptance of female management that will alter the course of his life with his long-suffering young wife completely.

Not to mention  forever.

Via the pen of Lee Allen, we are given an introduction and insight into the training techniques of the Stepford Women as seen through the eyes of a financially dependent waster named Paul whose sensible and soon to be dominant wife has him signed up for a stay at the Stepford House that will change the way he looks at his life - and the women populating it.


Cox Folly - Jo Paso - Femdomcave

Femdom Erotica From Jo Paso

Cox Folly - Jo Paso - Femdomcave


The complete four-parts of Jo Paso's return to femdom erotica is now in one volume and complete.

In this latest of her sexy and humorous looks into the lives of the middle and upper classes - with a large smattering of those below in the English class-system - Jo turns a retro eye on those dominant women who never seem to be out of either fashion or manservants.

The women of “Cox Folly” come in all shapes and sizes but, no matter height or weight, they always have too much strength of both body and mind for those poor males who are either unfortunate enough or too stupid to do otherwise and cross the path upon which their femdom erotica happens to be travelling.

No matter how fleetingly.



“The Erotic Adventures of a 20th Century Lady” by Penelope Drops

This week's offering from Pink Flamingo is a period piece from another age where surface morality was much in evidence.

Beneath the surface however...

"The Erotic Adventures of a 20th Century Lady" by Penelope Drops is an autobiography of the escapades in stern domination of one of the leading Madam's of the early 20th century, long before it was considered acceptable for people to even discuss sexual relations.

In this wild tale from Pink Flamingo, readers are informed of with Madam Penelope's outrageous entry into the world of domination. When her parents are suddenly killed in the Hindenburg disaster, she is given instructions left by her father to open a trunk she's neither seen nor heard of. To her amazement the contents of the trunk detail her parent's secret life of utter debauchery and the naïve young woman takes it upon herself to discover whether being a dominant female will work for her.

Penelope soon discovers her thirst for authority and control stretches further than anything to be found in the trunk and begins to fashion a life for herself that will ensure all males who cross her path will find themselves subjugated and used.


Feminizing the belligerent male - chris bellows - pink flamingo

Chris Bellows & Pink Flamingo in the Femdom Cave

Another great femdom eBook from Chris Bellows, courtesy of  Pink Flamingo,  joins the Femdom Cave lists.

The inmates at Hempstead Penitentiary find themselves under the intimidating control of resident psychologist Dr. Mary Dawson, an imposing black Dominatrix with a personal agenda as shocking as the methods she uses to modify the behavior of the state’s most violent and incorrigible convicts.

Chris Bellows gives us a tale of fantasy and reality that begins to unfold with the arrival of the latest inmate at Dr Mary’s new and unrelenting kingdom.

An inmate who has no idea when his incarceration begins that he’ll become Dr. Dawson’s newest trophy. This as the shrewd and deeply disturbed female systematically turns the maladjusted malcontent into ‘Sammy’,  her pretty and emasculated servitor.

And not just hers!





“Original Sins – Book Two” by Miss Irene Clearmont

Original Sins - Book Two

The second volume of the glorious Miss Irene's short tales of female perfidy and male surrender.

Read and be warned.

Or ignore the lessons inside and suffer.

 with a modern view on  of the male and a mother with a more old-fashioned approach.

An Aunty most unlikely to sit her nephew on her knee and read him a story - though he may well go over it and, worse, do so in the presence of the female cousin he lusts after.

The above being just some of the characters in Book-Two of "Original Sins" that also contains the agony-aunt letters of the divine Ms Maxine.




My Husband is My Servant - Shayla Marks - Femdomcave

Dominant Women Writing of Dominant Women

Shayla Marks, yet another of the growing legion of dominant women writers who know whereof of which they speak when it comes to the domination of the male by women, makes her femdom fiction debut with a novella in three parts that tells the tale of a marriage in the suburbs that is about to become anything but everyday.

For this smug husband fallen on harder times, servitude is going to mean exactly that.

And will be no less draconian for the fact his once malleable young wife likes to keep his submission to her private.

Well… as private as possible, at least.

Who better to write about dominant women than another of this compelling and demanding breed?


The Golden Screw - Wes Royal - FDC Publications

Sexually Dominant Female

Book-One of Wes Royal's "The Golden Screw" collection sees the return of the irresistible Gilda Cane and her cohorts of deeply perverted and sexually dominant female friends and acquaintances as Hugh Bristol ("Hubris"), her new husband finds he might be wedded but any bliss he might take from the union is likely to be extremely painful.

And ALWAYS humiliating.


I stood naked in Gilda Cane’s sanctuary, the Goldenrod Room, ostensibly named for the flower but really a thinly-disguised metaphor for her ego and her inner strength: Golden (Gilda) plus Rod (Cane).

Ms Cane basked in the afterglow of our wedding. Her resplendence saturated the room, signalling her dominance over a man half her age—me—making me crave her so desperately I knew I couldn’t survive without her.

Ms Cane effused filthy richness and arrogance borne of her tight connections (yes, especially those) to Baltimore’s power brokers. She’d cajoled me into marrying her by ass-whipping and pussy-whipping me with the undeniable Gold Standard of sexual pleasure—hers.

Now she basked in delivering the second level of The Golden Screw: banging me right back with the absolute authority making me hers. Ms Cane was The Golden Screw, the ultimate bliss, whether she took me inside her or she drove her dildo into me. I realized, too late, she cast her erotic spell over me to make me her wife.

Resplendent in her signature golden array, Ms Cane had already drilled me twice after the wedding, driving home the reality I was her bride with each conquest. She’d degraded me further by demanding that I clean her dildo after each assertion of her dominance.

At least she provided the supplies and a small lavatory to make her real Goldenrod as good as new. The unlimited supply of latex gloves kept my hands clean. But the reeking disinfectant liquid nauseated me to the verge of vomiting. After the second cleaning, I swore I wouldn’t sanitize her dildo again.

But she had me under her heel: I thirsted for her comfort, hungered for her control, and ached for her to take me back to our pre-marital magic flights of ecstasy into her flesh. I wrapped myself in her abuse, my bargaining chip for the slimmest hope of tapping her nether bliss.

The way she dangled her delights just beyond my reach rivalled the gods who tormented King Tantalus thoroughly enough to turn his name into the verb “tantalize.”

“Let’s sit,” she said, leading me to the couch. “Now that I own you, how does it feel?”

“Are you after my inheritance?”

“Judge Mayton hasn’t finished sorting through the legal technicalities. He’ll have the papers ready for our signatures later this week.”

“Who’s Judge Mayton?”

“Clay Mayton is an attorney and local judge. Don’t you just love his name? It makes me think of Claymation—a stop-motion process of manipulating clay figures to create animation. So, I made him my tool, my little clay puppet. And I’ve used him often.”

“Did he settle Wilton Ferrier’s will, the one that left you the entire estate?”

“I’m flattered you remember, Hubris!”

“And you gave Wilton’s chain of upscale ladies clothing stores to your daughter. She sold them for a fortune. How much did it cost you to buy off Judge Mayton?”

“Don’t be crass, Hubris! Some people crave being used. Take Dana Quick, for example, the justice of the peace who married us.”

“And I suppose you took her,” I said cynically.

Ms Cane chuckled noncommittally.

“Dana isn’t supposed to end a wedding ceremony with the words: ‘He’s all yours.’ In her heart, she wanted to—she believes women are superior. But her JP licence could be in jeopardy if word got out she’s playing fast and loose with wedding vows. But I also made her my tool.”

“How did you persuade her to take that chance?”

“I can personally say Dana tastes good.”

“You’re shameless.” I couldn’t help smiling ruefully. “But you never said what you plan to do to me. I already owe you a ton of money to pay off your loan. But that’s fine with me. If you hadn’t financed my studio, I couldn’t have made it. Thank you.”

She tilted her patrician chin and frowned. “You haven’t made it yet. Hubris Portraits is still a work-in-progress. Your photography is splendid. But you mismanage money horribly. I must make you my tool if you ever hope to amount to anything.”

She stood and walked back to the table where I’d already bent over twice that evening to let her have her way with me. She crooked her index finger to beckon me.

I answered her summons without delay...

The Club - Part Two of Two - Paula Andante - Femdomcave

Spanking Fiction From Paula Andante

The Club - Part Two of Two - Paula Andante - Femdomcave

The concluding part of Paula Andante’s second novel of female-led  Spanking fiction for Femdom Cave sees "The Club" taking on an even greater importance in the marriage of a newly dominant wife and her just as freshly dominated husband.

A husband as miserable - not to mention "pained" - with the change in his marital status as the wife who insists on blistering his disobedient backside is delighted and has no intention of relinquishing her new-found power.




“Serving Her” by Gregory Allen

Serving Her

After courting her, Alex feels happy and content belonging to a woman he adores, but Kimberly is not about to let her new get complacent and she soon introduces him to punishments that take him outside his comfort zone.

When his girlfriend, Kimberly, insists on flaunting her  over him in front of his friends, Alex soon discovers that Kimberly's openly dominant nature will make it impossible to keep his place in their  relationshipa secret.

It's not long before Alex realizes he will have to fully integrate his desires of  into his new life with Kimberly if he is to reach the level of dedication she requires.

For both serving her and consenting to remain in his life - even if her remaining means he will do so himself at an even more abject level.

Unfortunately - for him - he has no idea of the abject level she has in mind for him.


CEO to Cuckold... and Less - Clare Penne - Femdom Cave

Cuckold Fiction From Clare Penne

The third part of four of the first volume of Clare Penne’s latest work of cuckold fiction continues its adventure in domination and servitude.

But don't be deceived: just because its erotic and exciting doesn't mean you should find it either less disturbing or less cautionary.

Quite the opposite, in fact.

Our formerly powerful CEO with less than macho desires, is finding his life unimaginably different as his growingly powerful wife takes on his most perverse desires and uses them to fashion both a cuckold and a servant.

But, dominant as she is, that wife has desires of her own.

Volume-One is in four parts.



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Venus Descends

“Venus Descends” by Sandrine Bessancort

We welcome a talented new addition to the list of Femdom Cave writers this week as Sandrine Bessancort gives us her female-dominant take on some of the great stories from the past.

The first two tales in Ms Bessancort's female-dominant revisiting of classic tales from antiquity are now together in volume-one of a femdom ebook we hope will be the first of many

Adapted through the lens of a female dominant perspective, "The Horla" is the first tale to be given a femdom makeover.

Horror, mind control and female depravity, is the order of the day as Ms Bessancort lends her talented pen to the re-telling of Monsieur de Maupassant's famous and oft dramatized story of a handsome and well-to-do man who finds himself under the control of an invasive presence capable of overriding his will.


"The Parasite Revisited" is the second tale to be given the Ms Bessancort treatment as Conan Doyle's classic story of possession and domination undergoes a makeover from a female-led viewpoint via the gifted pen of the Cave's new author and goes further in its depiction of human perversion than the creator of Holmes & Watson and the master of the macabre himself could ever have imagined.


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Lo, A Matron Blooming - Nigel McParr

A New Femdom eBook From Pink Flamingo

Lo, A Matron Blooming - Nigel McParr
"Lo, a Matron Blooming" is a departure from Nigel McParr’s usual femdom eBook.
In his latest portrayal of the dominant woman and her ways  for Pink Flamingo he gives us an engrossing collection of seven stories that vary in time and place.
But not theme.
As ever with the talented Mr McParr, it is the subject of total and complete female domination over sometimes willing - and most times not - males that takes the fore.

Stories with a common thread of feminine dominance involving female CEO’s to sweethearts and matriarch’s to ultra-dominant milfs.


A Very English Cuckold - Parts-One-&-Two-Complete

“A Very English Cuckold” – Parts-One-&-Two-Complete

From the writer of a cuckold fiction classic, “One-Way-Marriage”, comes an exploration into the mindset of an English Home Counties wife gone wrong.

A wife gone so wrong her decent, loyal and faithful, husband finds his previously contented life turned into one long round of sacrifice and humiliation as her cuckolded domestic servant and anyone else she takes a fancy to adding to the mix.

Meet Lizzy Statham.

Xavier Couperin introduces us to a Milf librarian with a new and overpowering desire to explore her own considerable and recently discovered sexuality as a dominant wife.

A dominant Milf and librarian who also happens to be one very determined and depraved lady.


A Property Baroness - Clare Penne - Femdom Cave

Clare Penne’s Femdom and Transgender Fiction

A Property Baroness - Clare Penne - Femdom CaveThe author of the massively popular "My Passage to Womanhood" saga is back with another amazing piece of femdom and transgender fiction

In "A Property Baroness" the life of a man, wealthy in his own right, is changed beyond his wildest dreams when he meets an even wealthier and dominant woman with very specific requirements when it comes to her sexual partners.

Specific and utterly unrelenting.

Despite his instincts, he will soon be on his knees for the woman in possession of these requirements.

As well as others.

Clare Penne returns with yet another tale of transgender fiction that is also one man’s journey into the world of female domination over the male.





“Ms Hasekura” – Parts-One-&-Two-Complete

Ms Hasekura a novel of erotic fiction

Spencer Haskell's debut novel of erotic fiction for Femdom Cave is now available as a complete novel.

A middle-aged English gigolo meets his match at the hands and feet of his younger Japanese neighbour.

A match that proves to be extremely unequal after the aging gigolo has been divorced from his previously downtrodden wife and made a strange offer by the previously dismissed neighbour and friend of his former partner.

A “dismissed” and very wealthy neighbour.

From London's "Blackheath" to Kyoto and the land of the rising sun, one man's unwilling journey to a new and much despised land in the company of the equally despised "Ms Hasekura" is about to challenge everything he thought he knew about himself as a man and see him return to the country of his birth as something less than he imagined himself to be upon his departure.

lot less.




“Skewered on Spikes” – A Novelette from Miss Irene Clearmont

The glorious Miss Irene Clearmont gives us the story of an upmarket shoe-emporium, the demanding woman who owns it, and the unsuspecting man who is about to serve in it.

In Miss Irene's latest femdom ebook, a man is given the opportunity to work in a shoe shop with a salary beyond his wildest dreams.

What committed foot fetishist could resist?

Certainly not Frank Ernest Lye, the man with the unfortunate name who finds himself offered such a position after serving the owner and her husband in his capacity as a menswear salesman.

It will not be long, however, before that salary becomes less - a lot less - than it was and the position a sight more onerous than he had believed it would be.

In fact, it will not be long before poor Frank has no life of his own and is little more than an indentured slave to the shop's customers.

Not forgetting its manageress and owner.


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The Undersecretary - Irene Clearmont - FDC Publications

Office Femdom From the Glorious Miss Irene

Our favourite mistress, agony-aunt and writer, the glorious Miss Irene Clearmont, returns with a cruel and perversely decadent tale of office femdom.

In a story containing erotic femdom, decadence and foot fetishism, one unfortunate – or fortunate, take your pick – man learns the true consequences of accepting a position at Coxten’s female-led bank and just what it means to become…

“The Undersecretary”.



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Jo Paso returns with more adventures of swinging sixties domme, Poppy Peacock, and the likeminded friends who see men as no more than the naughty schoolboys in need of a firm female hand that they are.
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A normal and loving marriage becomes something else entirely when a wife decides to exert her power and take control of her husband. Control that will ensure he becomes a sight less manly and a whole lot more obedient and pleasing
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When an older man with issues helps a beautiful young woman with an agenda of her own in a campus bookshop his life begins to spiral out of control and as his infatuation for the exquisite but warped young woman grows the more she uses his need to make him an utterly dependent and completely obedient sexual slave and servant.
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Dara Dupree was a Caribbean street girl and prostitute who rose to wealth and power running the most popular fetish club in the islands. To treat herself upon reaching such success, she buys an adolescent male to conceal in an underground apartment below her estate.
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Book-One of Wes Royal's "The Golden Screw" collection sees the return of the irresistible Gilda Cane and her cohorts of deeply perverted and sexually dominant female friends and acquaintances as Hugh Bristol ("Hubris"), her new husband finds he might be wedded but any bliss he might take from the union is likely to be extremely painful. And ALWAYS humiliating.
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Janet and Edward’s sexual pursuits have led them and their kinky group of Switches’ Delight swinging friends on a number of erotic adventures exploring their pleasures and desires. As they meet new people, their options grow more numerous.
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