True Confessions

True Confessions
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ISBN:  9781780804781
Author:  Syra Bond
Word Count:  65,208
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The Diaries of Syra BondThe Diaries of Syra Bond

Everything was silent, nothing moved or happened; it was as if the world had stopped on its axis. Then I heard the swish of his hand. I felt the draught of air it caused as his flattened palm sped towards my upturned buttocks. My future and my past flashed before me. I imagined the pain even before it struck. I wondered if I could stand it. I thought of each blow. How hard? How many? How long before it all ended? I held my breath...

Suspected of the murder of her master, Syra was forced to go on the run in the USA, and what follows is a sexual odyssey of extraordinary power and honesty.

From erotic adventure to erotic adventure Syra moves aimlessly across the States, always seeking fulfilment. She meets a succession of sexually dominant men and sexually submissive women, all of whom help her towards an understanding of her own nature. Seductive hitchhikers, a biker gang and a football team are among the people she meets, and they all help her explore her need for sexual submission and suffering.

True Confessions is a stark and powerful work of erotica not to be missed.

The next few days were the worst of my life. I didn't think I would survive. I thought I would never get away. I had crouched naked and wet in the bottom of the dark damp wardrobe for what seemed an eternity. Suddenly I heard the door knocker banging. I knew it was him, the postman. I had heard him before. I had heard him talking about religion to Dr Harris. He was some sort of religious fanatic - an evangelist. I realised he was my only chance. If I did not act now, I thought, I may never have an opportunity again. If I did not take this slim chance to escape, perhaps I would never be free.
   I struggled with the leather straps that held my wrists. It was impossible even to loosen them. After the first night Dr Harris had dragged me out of the wardrobe, ducked me in the bath and got them wet before he retightened them and tied them off.
   The door knocker rattled again. I shouted, but my voice was weak and muffled. I leant forward and banged my head against the wardrobe. It made my ears sing. I tried again. My head ached. I stopped and listened. I heard the door opening.
   'Is there anyone there? Ma'am are you there?'
   I banged my head repeatedly against the side of the wardrobe.
   Please, I kept thinking. Please. Please, find me.
   'Ma'am. Is that you? Are you okay?'
   I kept banging my head as hard as I could. Suddenly the wardrobe door flew open and I spilled out onto the floor like a sack of beans.
   The postman fussed around me. I could see he could not take his eyes off my naked body. His hands were shaking and he could not untie the gag so he cut the thongs with his knife.
   Spit ran down my chin and onto my neck as the ball fell away.
   'Help me,' I begged. 'Help me get away.' I held up my hands.
   Nervously he cut through the thongs around my wrists. I stayed on my knees and dropped my arms to my sides. I looked up at him as he stared down at my nakedness.
   I jumped to my feet, ran to the nearby desk and grabbed a handful of bills.
   'I need to get away. Can you take me to the airport?' I ran to the door and stood waiting. 'Please. Can you take me to the airport? Please! I need to get away!'
   He looked confused.
   'Ma'am, you need some clothes.'
   'Of course. Of course. How foolish.' I looked around for something to wear. 'Can we get going?' I urged, stepping into a pair of jeans. 'Before he comes back.'
   'I have my round, ma'am. I have my round to finish.' The situation seemed ridiculous.
   'What will it take?' I asked, leaving the top button of my jeans undone as I sank to my knees at his feet. 'What will it take to get you to drive me to the airport?'
   I undid his trousers. My wrists were encircled with thick red lines from the tight thongs. It excited me to see them. I pulled the zip apart and eased down the front of his boxers. His cock flopped into my hands. It was huge, heavy and hardening. I dropped the glans into my mouth. It was hot. I felt it expanding against my tongue. I sucked on it as it thickened. The shaft hardened between my lips. They opened as it grew.
   I ran my hand along the stiff shaft, sliding the spit that I allowed from my lips along its length, lubricating it, accentuating the softness of my touch. The back of my throat tightened as the throbbing tip touched it. I held it there for a moment then drew back and took it from my lips. It pulsated in my hand.
'What will it take?' I asked, still pulling my encircling fingers along the full length of his engorged cock.
   'I would like to spank you,' he said, moving back and sitting on the edge of the bed. 'Here, over my knee, with the palm of my hand. I would like to spank you as a punishment for what you are doing now.'
   I stayed on my knees and dropped my head. I felt a wave of shame come over me. I would let him tell me to come to him. I would let him instruct me in whatever way he wanted.
   'You know you have done wrong. You were too forward. Do you know that?'
   I nodded.
   'Then come here and I will punish you for your wrongdoing. Bend over my knee. I will make you think twice before you do such a thing again.'
   'And will you take me to the airport after you've punished me? I'm so sorry for what I've done. Will you take me to the airport?'
   'We shall see.'
   I stood before him and dropped my head. I realised that what he was saying was true. I had acted badly. He had to punish me. There was no other way. I had to be made to see the badness of my ways.
   'Over here,' he said, motioning to his knees. 'Bend over.' I lay across his knees. He pulled down my jeans and exposed my bare bum.
   'Lift your bottom higher. I want to see the shape of your cunt between your buttocks. I want to see the crack of your cunt.'
   I lifted my bottom as he instructed. He rubbed the palm of his hand across its pert cheeks. I felt the smoothness of my own skin as he ran his hand lightly across the taut surface. I felt a shivering tingle pass through me. I squirmed slightly and he increased the pressure of his hand to stop me moving. I responded obediently. I waited for my punishment.
   'Now, learn from your spanking.'
   He pressed against the small of my back. I gasped when his hand came down for the first time - solid, flat, stinging. The next one was sharper. I tightened my buttocks. It came down again, and again, and again. Each time the stinging was deeper, more penetrating. The initial burning on the surface of my skin was quickly replaced with a deep, unavoidable anguish. I was filled with the fire of my punishment.
   'Are you learning your lesson?'
   'Yes... yes...'
   I didn't know how much more I could take. It felt as if he would never stop.
   'And this is for being like a tart and this is for taking a man's member in your hand and this is for laying your tongue on it and this is for inflaming a man's passion... and this...'
   I watched a long trickle of spit running from my mouth. It dripped onto the floor and settled in a frothy pool. His stinging hand caught the flesh of my cunt. I squirmed but did not try to avoid it. I raised my bottom more. I opened my buttocks. I exposed my sex to his smacking hand. I encouraged his punishment and, at the same time, showed him I was not yet punished enough.
   'Is there no end to your whorish behaviour?' he shouted as he brought his hand down even harder. 'What must I do to save you? Lord! What must I do to save this wretched girl?'

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