All around her beautiful men and women lay sprawled in a writhing tableau of lust; every kiss, every caress, every sigh was a celebration of sexual abandon. And Melinda was suspended above them, powerless to do anything but watch.
From the dungeon of the Countess’s chateau Melinda is on the move again, shipped south to attend a new and somewhat eccentric Master.
His extravagant villa is like something from Ancient Rome, with slaves serving their master’s every demand, discipline strenuously enforced and debauched orgies going on through the day and night.
Submissive Melinda is going to have few difficulties fitting in…