My Perfect Slave

By Debra Evans

The perfect slave is the dream of every Male Dom. This erotic novel tells precisely about a guy’s perverse pleasure on a young girl who get his dream COME true. He will rule each girl’s action and desire, making a small animal of her through erotic games. These last populate most of the scenes of the book.

“She knew I didn’t want to c.. yet, she’d reached the point in her training where she knew much of what I expected of her without me having to tell her explicitly, but still, she had a long way to go in her behavior modification till she would be “my perfect slave”.

I loved the feel of my girl’s lips wrapped around me as I worked, it helped me concentrate and get the intensity into my writing. I could sit there like that for hours with her jaws spread wide and my dick buried in her mouth, it was when I did my best work.

Later, when I was ready, when I couldn’t take it anymore, then I would work my fingers through her soft, long hair and force her head up and down over my shaft till I was ready to blow, then I’d fill her .... with my ...., that, or shoot all over her pretty face, I love the look of a girl covered in ...., it’s so primal, so erotic.”

“Her ... wiggled uncomfortably as she s... on my .... My slave, she’d squealed like a little animal when I’d laid her on her belly and lubed up the butt ... that morning. The p..., it was tapered, wide and thick, narrow at its base, then growing broad, perfect to fill my ... and make her squirm, to make her know, to remind her constantly that she was my property to do with as I pleased. There was a long fuzzy tail attached to the ... and I loved the way it swayed as my bitch crawled behind me on her hands and knees. I’d held her down that morning, my knee in her back pinning her to the mattress as I coated the .... with icy hot, then making her scream as the gel burned ... ... when I rammed it in her tight little .... I’m sure it was merely a dull smoldering pain now as my ... started throbbing in her ..., but still she’d wailed for a good half hour after I’d thrust it in ... ... that morning. I loved the way she bucked and writhed the whole time, sobbing and begging me to take the ... out and relieve the burning.”
“I loved the feel of my ... resting on her forehead as she started running her ... between my thighs. When she’d first come to me, she’d reviled the thought of ... my ...., not to even mention the thought of licking ... ..., but she’d long since lost all her reticence. She worked her head between my thighs and forced her tongue to the base of my ..., letting my .... rest on her face. I could feel the warm air from her nostrils buffeting my .... as she groaned in lust. Her pretty eyes stared up at me with need as my ... rested on her skin and she expertly worked my .... with her skillful .... “

ONLY FOR ADULTS 18 AGE

• Language: English
• Publisher: Debra Evans
• Release date: Aug 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370375424

Debra Evans

My erotica is a narrative version of her nearly lifelong quest to reconcile my submissive erotic orientation with my ethics. I must say that I write pure erotica, not erotic romance: my books are about sex, bdsm and hardcore because writing about sex helps me to understand that fundamental part of my life better. So I hope maybe it does the same for those readers who look for a corner of privacy by reading and reflecting on my characters. Over the many years since I became aware of my real inclination for unbearable craving for ravishment, spanking, and above all anal domination, I have tried to come to terms with that craving in more ways than I can count. The first of the ways was by reading, voraciously, every piece of BDSM erotica I could find. What changed my life of reader and perverse lover was the reading “The 120 Day of Sodoma ”as it reflected throughout my desires of young submissive woman. It changed my life, though the change has been gradual, and continues to this day. The idea that other women might share the lusts I have by turns been ashamed of and defiantly proud of, that a woman like the me might write so beautifully of those lusts, and work them out so thoroughly and even pitilessly on a character, push me to become an erotic writer. It is here that an inner exploration began, which I consider the base for writing a good “erotic” today. I started to write about spanking stories but going beyond every boundaries of bdsm torture for my and the reads sexual pleasure.

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My Perfect Slave

Author Debra Evans

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All characters depicted in this book are 18 years or older.

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The contents of this Erotic Novel are designed for ADULTS only and may include hard narrative scenes and bdsm codes that some viewers may find offensive. If you are under the age of 18, if such material offends you or if it is illegal to read such material in your community please stop reading. The content in the novel was created for ADULT ENJOYIMENT and entertainment purposes. It was not written with the intention to offend.

Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

About Debra Evans

Chapter One

My eyes were tired and I could hardly concentrate any more on the papers spread out before me. I’d gotten up early and started working on the edits of my book that morning, it had been hours since I’d even stood up and moved around.

Reaching my hand under the desk I softly tapped on my thigh. Quickly, almost instantly, I felt my little pet’s nose working the folds of my boxers open and gently easing my hardening cock out with her lips. I could hear the soft clang of the chain as she moved, it was locked to the ring on the front of her collar and attached to a heavy steel hook mounted under the desk. My little girl’s hands were cuffed behind her back and pulled up high, clipped to the D-ring on the back of the thick leather encircling her neck.

I groaned as I felt my little girl’s soft, moist lips circle my cock and suck me deep into her mouth. I could hear her gag ever so slightly as the tip of my prick touched the back of her throat. She held her nose pressed against my groin as my dick started grow and throb in her sweet mouth, her saliva coated my cock as I felt her warm breath buffeting my prick.

She knew I didn’t want to cum yet, she’d reached the point in her training where she knew much of what I expected of her without me having to tell her explicitly, but still, she had a long way to go in her behavior modification till she would be the perfect slave.

I loved the feel of my girl’s lips wrapped around me as I worked, it helped me concentrate and get the intensity into my writing. I could sit there like that for hours with her jaws spread wide and my dick buried in her mouth, it was when I did my best work.

Later, when I was ready, when I couldn’t take it anymore, then I would work my fingers through her soft, long hair and force her head up and down over my shaft till I was ready to blow, then I’d fill her mouth with my sperm, that, or shoot all over her pretty face, I love the look of a girl covered in cum, it’s so primal, so erotic.

She’d come to me six months before, a beautiful, but yet untrained slave. She’d come to for a job interview as my personal assistant but she’d become my slave instead. She was a pretty young thing, gorgeous really, pampered and innocent looking, she’d just turned 23 and was fresh from college. She was a nurse by training, but she wasn’t ready to dedicate herself to the profession just yet, if she ever would ultimately now. She had aspirations to write and the thought of a position with me as an assistant was the perfect opportunity to explore her craft, but I knew the reality, from the moment she walked in the door I knew she would be mine, to be my pet, my slave. I could sense it from the way she moved, from the demur look in her eyes, her submissiveness, her need to be controlled, it came through like a beacon, though she didn’t know it at the time, at least not in ways she could express, but it was obvious to me and that’s all that mattered. I could see it in the way she floated, lost, in need of direction, I knew she would be my property, my painslut, to use and abuse. She was a spoiled little rich girl ready to be controlled and dominated, to be my slave.

Her name was Lynne, but more often I referred to as my little bitch, or cunt, or slut. I am always a little surprised how slaves respond to such terms, at first it shocked me, but now I find it only proper and the only way a slave should be thought of actually. The terms, it makes them know that they are objects to be used for my pleasure, that their purpose is to please my cock and nothing more. That said, there still needs to be a restraint in