Chloe's Contract

Chloe's Contract
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ISBN:  9781780800042
Author:  D. James
Word Count:  65,092
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Mistress smiled cruelly. 'Kneel, you worthless slave,' she said to him. 'Sophie has told us you came, so I'm disappointed as well as angry with you.'
   He stumbled to his knees and tried to mumble that he was sorry, but could make no sound.
   She brought the phallus to his lips, and undoing the gag took out the sodden panties and thrust the dildo deep into his mouth. He detected immediately the same tastes and aroma of the panties, and knew that this fake cock had been deep inside Anne. As he sucked he heard Mistress Amanda call Sophie, and the slave come back into the room.
   'Tie him to the trestle, please Sophie.'

Chloe's Contract: an erotic exploration of the complex world of sexual reality, psychology, gender identity and fantasy, an extraordinary and explicit series of intimate and erotic encounters.

In his journey through the underground world of sexual mores and practices of submission and sadomasochism, 'Chloe' becomes enthralled with the beautiful, powerful dominatrix, Mistress Amanda, and a friend and confidant of her slave, Sophie, a beautiful and beguiling submissive siren whose demanding sexual appetites and athleticism fascinate him. The book explores his growing understanding and acceptance of his submissive, transvestite nature and his need for sadomasochistic domination. His contacts and intimacy with fellow submissives and their stories, along with his own sexual experiences of his domination provide an enthralling sexual ride.

Excitement and terror in equal measure contributed to his shivering tension as he felt the lubricated nose of the phallus press against his anus. She had welcomed him to an apartment that seemed to take up the whole of the top floor of a converted warehouse, not as a stranger but warmly, and not knowing what to expect he enjoyed her light kiss on his cheek and the touch of her hand between his legs.
   She was dressed much as he had imagined she would be. He was transfixed by the leather, four inch heeled boots rising almost to her thighs, the sheer black stockings that strained the suspenders of her snugly fitting basque, tight laced around her waist and pushing up her breasts that were, even without its support, obviously beautifully full and rounded. Her raven-black hair fell in soft waves around her shoulders and the deep red of her lips and the dark eye-shadow with the thick leather collar around her neck provided every indication that she was indeed, in both awe and beauty, the Mistress of his dreams.
   At forty-five years old, it had taken him years to pluck up the courage to ring a mobile telephone number that appeared in the adult section of his local paper, and he was understandably nervous. Beautiful tall and commanding lady prepared to take on suitable trainees, followed by an 07 telephone number. She was charming on the phone and he was immediately attracted by the soft, slightly husky voice that betrayed a southern European origin.
   'Will this be your first visit to a Mistress?' she asked.
   'Yes, Mistress.'
   'And you realise that you will be required to provide a Tribute?'
   'Of course, Mistress.'
   'You do realise that your training will be very strict. Some new candidates take some time to understand their role. It may be necessary to treat you harshly.'
   There was an immediate physical response from his cock and his voice shook slightly as he replied. 'I do.'
   'I do, Mistress,' she demanded. She had hardly raised her voice but the sharp threat of punishment was clearly indicated in her tone.
   'I'm sorry, Mistress,' he said quickly.
   'That's better.' Her voice softened. 'I think you should come suitably dressed for this important occasion.'
   'Whatever you say, Mistress.'
   'Do you have suspenders, stockings and knickers? French knickers, not panties.'
   Although he would not have described himself as a transvestite or homosexual, he had always taken pleasure in dressing up in women's underwear and had a collection of sexy suspender belts, stockings, panties and even corsets and shoes. 'I do, Mistress.'
   'Good girl.'
   She gave him the address and time he should arrive.
  He had wanted to be controlled and, he had to admit, abused by women for as long as he could remember. He knew instinctively he had been moving towards this moment for many years. Now he had finally taken what was to become an irrevocable step, he was going to leave nothing to chance. For this, his very first time in the real world of Mistress and submissive, he had taken out his favourite black, shiny plastic corselet that had three suspenders for each stocking, and a series of straps, had he breasts, would have framed them. He had dressed carefully for this special occasion - silk seamed stockings, the corselet itself and the black thong panties that matched. He knew the panties could not in any sense be described as French knickers, but he enjoyed the way his cock and balls nestled comfortably in the pouch, and almost wanted her to be angry with him. Over this outfit he wore his normal clothes, and carried his high-heeled shoes in an opaque plastic bag. The whisper of his trousers as they brushed against his silk clad thighs as he walked to the address he'd been given heightened his excitement.
   As she began to caress him he hardened quickly and naturally made no objection to the unzipping of his fly, and the cool, expert entrance of her hand into the pouch of the thong. She levered the tight elastic waistband down and freed his cock and balls.
   Her first words, bitingly sharp, were, 'Take these off and throw them away. You might like it but I don't and you are here to please me. Come with me.'
   She led him to a darkened room with long mirrors on two adjacent walls, and hung with numerous stomach churning paddles, straps, canes, and belts and collars on racks. There were hooks in the ceiling and various stools and chairs on the floor. She left, saying, 'Get changed now. I will return in a few minutes.'
   He undressed and took off the panties, allowing his cock, stiff and hard, to spring free. He put on his black patent leather high-heeled shoes, carefully tightening the straps and ensuring that the ends went neatly through the buckles.
   He stood up and looked at himself in the mirrors, both from the front and from the sides. He had good slim legs, which looked even better in the four-inch heels.
   She returned. 'Ready?'
   'Yes, Mistress.'
   She walked around him, examining him from every angle. 'You look very good,' she admitted, 'but you are just a slut.'
   He nodded in agreement.
   'When did you last masturbate?'
   He felt his cheeks grow hot with embarrassment and whispered, 'Yesterday.'
   'Then you are a dirty slut.'
   He nodded again.
   'Answer properly, slut.'
   'Yes, Mistress.'
   'You should have got it right first time. You will have to be punished.'
   'If it pleases you, Mistress.'
   'Oh, it does, it certainly does.'
   She reached into a drawer and took out a single black stocking. Taking his aching cock and scrotum in her cool hands she expertly knotted the stocking agonisingly tightly around his balls, and with a single movement dragged him to his knees, passing one end through a concealed ring in the floor and tying it tightly. He could keep his back straight, but only just. He certainly could not get up. She moved what looked like a low, sloping jumping horse without the handles and forced his torso along it. As she slid the stool underneath him his pelvis was raised so that the sack of his balls was stretched, trapping his balls frighteningly tight.
   She moved his arms down along the legs at the far end and secured his wrists close to the floor with straps. Then she secured his thighs to the legs at the other end. He was helpless, but despite the pain from his stretched balls his cock remained rigid, hanging heavily beneath the stool, and he could feel the blood pumping through it.
   She knelt down beside him and, almost tenderly, caressed his trapped balls. 'Is this the sort of treatment you had expected?'
   He nodded. She squeezed and he gasped. 'Yes, Mistress.'
   'That's better.'
   She stood at the end of the stool so that by raising his head he could see her smooth, milky flesh between the tops of her stockings and the basque. She turned, drew aside the thin strip of the thong that parted the cheeks of the rounded globes of her bottom and sat astride a chair, with the chair-back facing away from him so that she could comfortably hold the dark ring of her anus against his mouth. She moved slightly lower. He wanted to lick her there.
   'Clean me.'
   It did not seem possible for his cock to swell further, but he felt a surge between his legs as his tongue began to lick along the crack she offered him. She twisted slightly. 'Not just the outside. Get that tongue of yours inside too.'
   He desperately strained towards her so that he pushed into her secret and forbidden orifice. He pressed the tip of his tongue against the softness within the tight muscular ring, and suddenly she relaxed her sphincter and he felt it slip in - just a little way but enough to taste the sour sweetness of her. But all too soon she allowed the ring of her anus to contract and he was forced out to finish sucking and cleaning the crack with its delicious centre of forbidden fruit.
   She rose and began to fit a leather harness around her waist, that buckled neatly and firmly between her legs. Into the metal ring that fitted snugly against the smooth mound beneath her thong she slipped the phallus. His eyes widened. It was too big - he knew it was much too big. Nine inches long and broad in proportion he feared it would tear him open.
   Of course he had experimented with a variety of small, suitably shaped implements, and his doctor had occasionally inserted a probing finger to check for swelling during his regular physical check-ups, but otherwise he was a virgin - an incredible thought and one that appealed to him.
   He was to suck her first; cover the phallus with saliva to provide a suitable lubricant. She pushed it against his mouth, which he opened gratefully, pleased to be doing what she wanted. He had almost forgotten the pain of his stretched balls and he sucked hard, licking the phallus, wetting it. She forced herself deeper.
   'Now you have some idea what men expect women to put up with.' She laughed, pressing deeper into him.
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Monday, 3 December 2012  | 

Hi Chloe, I have just read your profile, the extract from Chloe's Contract, and sought out your ebook on the iBooks app for iPhone. WOW! I had to snap it up straightaway and I must say, it makes me want to dress up more.

I will make further efforts to place it in front of the 'right' readers. Once people begin to read it it does seem to excite them.

Yours, D.


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