Submitting to Domina

By Oculum Infame

When a young waiter encounters a strange, foreign woman during the breakfast rush he certainly had no idea how his life was about to abruptly change. He is invited back to her room where he quickly becomes her “sissy boy.” Female domination ensues as well as forced bisexuality, pegging, and humiliation.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Oculum Infame
• Release date: Sep 8, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370895823

Oculum Infame

These short stories are the gratuitous perversions of a disjointed mind. These are not the literary gems you brag to your friends about reading, yet you read them nonetheless. Call them guilty pleasures or fetish smut; who cares? Enjoy them in private or with a friend!

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Submitting to Domina

By

Oculum Infame

2016

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Copyright © 2016 Oculum Infame

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Cover photo: L0028609 Woman seated upon a man like a horse

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A woman riding a man, on all fours, like a horse. Sexual role play.

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c. 1880's Richard von Krafft-Ebing Collection

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Chapter I

Chapter II

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Chapter I

I hated working the morning shift on the weekends. Usually nothing but troves of families with loud obnoxious kids who left the tables covered in the slop they didn’t eat, spilled condiments, and god knows what else—all for a meager tip, if you’re lucky. Of course, you had the occasional businessman mixed into the melee. They are always in a huge rush but still had nothing better to do than bitch about the coffee.

It was on one of these wonderful mornings that I met Her. I must have been in the kitchen when she was seated, because I was thrown off kilter when I saw her sitting alone at one of the small tables tossed into the middle of the floor sandwiched between booths, looking directly into my eyes expectantly. She wore a sleeveless beige top that left her smooth, muscular arms exposed, and a black leather skirt, ever so slightly shorter than it should have been for office wear; her smooth, equally muscular thighs were visible under the table. Her