Forfeits (Fem-Dom BDSM)

By Jay Merson

She holds her class weekly, setting each man a task he has to forfuil to please her. The tasks are made especially hard, impossible almost, but then that is the reason for being there - to punish those that fail. She likes command and control and exercises it - harshly too.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jay Merson
• Release date: Aug 23, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466106048

Jay Merson

The prolific author of over 124 erotic novels and short stories. Born in West london and lived most of life in the UK but now abroad. A staunch Englishman that always celebrates the day of the English - St.George's Day, where ever he might be in the world. Writes BDSM erotica in a descriptive and explicit way to bring the varied scenarios and situations to life - situations that the reader can relate to in his or her daily life.Hates music and lives in a world totally free of it, loves black stockings (on women) is an ex-soldier, ex-London fireman, holds black belts in five different martial arts but now leads a more sedate life and prefers to relax and chill rather than pump the muscles.

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Forfeits

By

Jay Merson

Copyright. Jay Merson 2002.

The right of Jay Merson to be identified as the author of this book has been asserted in accordance with Section 77 and 78 of the Copyrights and patents Act 1988.

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Chapter 1

He was bent forward over the desk, his trousers around his ankles and his dinner jacket flipped up to rest on his back exposing his bare buttocks. The rushing swish of the cane slicing through the air was like an arrow in flight, it hissed toward its target with a brutal savagery that made everyone present flinch in expectation. The sadistic Madam wielded the thin cane with both force and venom. She put her whole body behind the swing so as to gain maximum effect from the lash.

His body jolted violently under the impact, his head jerking back and his body locking rigid as the thin rattan cane stung harshly across the pale skin of his backside. The man screamed like a stuck pig and despite his forty-nine years he began to sob.

Tell! the tall, black haired Madam demanded angrily.

She stood ready with the cane poised again above her shoulder; her black silk blouse clinging to her trim waist and stomach and pulling tightly across her little breasts. The skirt that reached just past her knees was split up one thigh to show the dark top of her hold-up stocking and the creamy white flesh of her upper thigh almost to the hip. Those long and slender legs were shaped and sculptured by the high stiletto heels that she wore.

Every one of the twenty men present ogled her. Dressed like their less fortunate companion in dinner jackets and polished shoes they sat meekly behind little desks in the classroom. They watched her body move and sway, delighting in the narrow hips and the swell of her backside as the black skirt pulled harshly over and under to hug her contours. The small neat back and shoulders looked so frail yet they could muster such aggressive force when roused. Best of all though for them was her hair and face: jet-black hair with a deep fringe that was cut straight across her eyebrows, the sides and back cut just below her ears. With her glossy red lips glistening with gel coating and her black mascara, Madam looked evil and yet so very sensual.

Tell! Madam screamed at him and