Germans In Bondage

By Dusty Miller

Dominatrix Stella is as much a psychologist and sex therapist as anything else. Each client is unique, some more unique than others. Some of her clients have even been cured of whatever it is that ails them. Others keep coming back, dependent upon her for something, acceptance, approval, or just some bizarre substitute for a proper relationship. Her own home life isn’t that exciting, and all she can do is to dream of someday being free. A short story of sexual satire.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Dusty Miller
• Release date: Feb 9, 2016
• ISBN: 9781927957912

Dusty Miller

Constance ‘Dusty’ Miller has written fiction, non-fiction and worked for newspapers and magazines. She did a brief stint as sports editor of a small-town weekly. She likes to make people laugh as well as think. Her erotica has a strong sense of the dramatic. Out of work and recovering from a life-threatening illness, someone suggested writing erotica which she initially rejected for lack of confidence. But love makes the world go around, and Dusty can no longer deny its pull. Dusty squeezes a little writing time in between raising a daughter and building a home-based business.

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Germans in Bondage

Dusty Miller

Copyright 2016 Dusty Miller and Long Cool One Books

Design: J. Thornton

ISBN 978-1-927957-91-2

The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or deceased, or to any places or events, is purely coincidental. Names, places, settings, characters and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination.

Table of Contents

Act One

Act Two

Act Three

About Dusty Miller

Germans in Bondage

Dusty Miller

Act One

Heinrich was not Stella’s favourite customer. He took so damned long to remove his thin, wire-rimmed spectacles. He was so fussy about his hat, his coat, and his shoes. The man was wound up so tight, and yet he seemed calm, placid, and urbane. A man who wouldn’t say shit if he had a mouthful. He always wanted to leave his socks on, but the feet were an essential part of her routine.

There were one or two customers who could turn her on, but Heinrich wasn’t one of them. This man had flaccid written all over him. There was still a kind of intimacy with him. They had to trust one another.

The one thing he did well was to take orders, oddly enough.

Strip.

Oh, I don’t know. There was someone else in the room, a new element for Heinrich.

Keep it fresh, was her mantra.

She whacked him a good one across the upper