Two Years of Submission

By Debra Evans

A succession of extreme bondage practices through the entire erotic novel.
“I’ve worked with different lengths of chains. This is about as short as I can have them and still get all my work done on time. I’ve had a lot of practice.” A girl slave is recovered and begins to tell about her two years of submission.
Here male and female figures are intertwined in each chapter where however love mingles nicely with the suffering and the character’s perversions. And, where you readers will enjoy Male(s) and female(s) dominating female(s); master or mistress dominating one or more females and one female dominating more females. A hot romantic novel seasoned with all bondage activities done by perverted male and female for themselves or on slaves.

She showed him everything. All of her kinky outfits and clothes, every chain, rope, and strap. All of the hoods, gags, and blindfolds. She even showed him the leather single glove and strait jacket. “You obviously can’t use some of these alone. Have you told other boyfriends about this?” “Well, not right from the start, but later in the relationship. That’s usually what ends it. Either they freak out and bolt right away, or they just want to tie me up and beat me senseless. Then I end up breaking it off. I’ve never showed any of them everything like this.” “Beat you what?” She went to the closet and brought out a red Rubbermaid box that looked like it was made to store sweaters. She opened the lid, and dumped the contents onto the bed. It was filled with small whips, floggers, paddles, and even a riding crop or two. Jim picked up one that looked like a leather covered ping pong paddle. “You liked to get spanked?” “Sometimes I do, but not to the point of injury.” “How about right now?” “You could if you wanted to.” “I could do anything I want, if I wanted to. Try to remember that you’re all chained up and helpless.” He slapped the paddle against the palm of his hand. “Do you want to get spanked right now?” “Spankings always make me horny, and I’m already really horny, so I guess it doesn’t matter. You can give me a few swats if you want to try it.” “I think I will” he said with a grin. “I was afraid you’d say that.” “But you just told me too?” he said, very confused. “I’m kidding. Relax, and have fun. How do you want me?” she asked. “I’m kind of new at this. Whatever you think is best.”

She cleared the bed, and stacked a couple of pillows, one on top of the other, then laid on them with the stack just under her stomach. This caused her a.... to jut out like an offering. “You’ll have to do my skirt. I can’t reach it” she told him. He pulled the leather uniform skirt and the petticoats out of the way. “Between the strap running up you’re a... ...., and the garter belt straps, this really makes a nice picture.” “Thank you, I think.” “Trust me, it was a compliment. Which one of these hurts the most?” “Just use the one you have. Does it really matter?” “I asked you a question” he said sternly. “It depends where it hits me.” “Now we’re playing word games. Okay, I’ll bite. Where do you usually get hit?” “I didn’t mean it like that. I usually get hit on my ...., but sometimes on my .... or ..... At other times on my back with floggers and whips. I’ve even had my p.... and c... whipped. I don’t like that at all, but when you’re tied so tight, you can’t move a muscle, and you’re gagged, it’s hard to complain much.” “On a scale of one to ten, what would you call the paddle I have in my hand?” “That’s a six or a seven, but it also depends on the number of swats. Even the lightest paddle is really going to begin to sting after a while. Also, if my skin was wet, it would go up to an eight or nine.” “So it would hurt more if your skin was wet? I can figure out on my own that the more I hit you, the more it will hurt.

Erotic contents suitable for adults only 18+

• Language: English
• Publisher: Debra Evans
• Release date: Aug 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370285570

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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Two Years of Submission

Author Debra Evans

Author’s Note

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

This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. The characters are productions of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously.

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Table of Contents

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

About Debra Evans

Chapter One

Six little words, barely a sentence had changed their relationship forever. I like to get tied up she had told him casually. Like someone would say ‘I like to jog’, or ‘I like strawberry ice cream’. Would you care to elaborate on that? he asked. If that’s not plain enough for you she replied, a little snappy, obviously embarrassed at being caught. The chains attached to her wrists jingled as she gestured while talking. I like to be tied up, chained up, strapped, or basically restrained in any way. Some people are control freaks; I’m a non control freak. I want to be controlled! Jim was speechless for a moment, and then simply said I see.

It had started six weeks ago at a corner bar a few blocks from where he now stood. It was north of downtown Chicago, not far from the Lincoln Park Zoo. It was an upscale neighborhood where all the twenty-first century version of yuppies and preppies seemed to reside. The nights had been just about perfect in humidity and temperature. The end of May was the best weather they had, had sine the previous Fall. The gloom of winter was finally gone and the heat and humidity of summer hadn’t made it this far North yet. He didn’t even need a light jacket as he took his evening stroll. The call of a cold beer had been strong as he approached the little corner pub. It was a Friday night, not that different from any other. By most people’s standards, he was unemployed. There was no work to get up for on the weekday mornings either. He preferred the term ‘self employed’, because that’s really what he was. He did have his own business, after all, government tax identification number and everything. He just hadn’t done a whole lot with it. That would change shortly he had vowed. There was just too much to do, and too many distractions in the city. One of them was sitting two stools down from him at the bar.

She didn’t fit in for some reason, but he couldn’t put his finger on it. It wasn’t her style, the denim mini skirt and green top she wore blended in with the rest of the Friday night past after work crowd. All the suits, ties, and dresses were long gone. He liked her boots. The black leather seemed to capture her calves tightly due to the angle in which the stiletto heels forced her feet. She had gorgeous legs, and a nice tan, for this early into the warm weather. It was a real tan. He could always tell the difference between an outdoors tan and a bottle one. He glanced away quickly after he realize how long he’d been admiring the long toned legs that flowed out from under the short flared, denim skirt. He switched to a more covert tactic and studied her reflection in the mirror behind the bar. Her arms weren’t that of someone who hits the weights regularly, but she did have very nice muscle tone. Maybe she’s a runner. The proximity to the lakeshore did attract a lot of people to the sport. He did it a couple of days a week. Maybe that’s where he’d seen her before, and that’s why she seemed to stand out. She had a nice chest, maybe a D cup….a healthy C at any rate. She didn’t look drunk, just kind of deep in thought. She had intelligent eyes. Even in the dim light of the bar, he could tell that they were green. A bright emerald green that seemed to shine. Her hair