Five-Star Submissive

By Matt Nicholson

Brian and his wife have a special relationship. She is as much a masochist as she is beautiful, as submissive as she is smart. He is as strong and loving a husband as he is a strict and sadistic Master. As much as he delights in tormenting her luscious breasts and pain-tolerant body, she delights in it more. For their anniversary, they decide to celebrate in style by enjoying a very special, very exclusive scene. The night begins with a five-star dinner and high-priced wine coupled with delightful conversation and beautiful scenery.

Dessert is even more special. Instead of expensive crème brulee in a fancy dish, the scene itself becomes their after-dinner treat in a once-in-a-lifetime role-play of bondage, torment, and submission. It is a scene that will take the combination of BDSM and culinary arts to an entirely new, extreme, and erotic level, and it's one that will let her prove she is even more a five-star submissive than he has always known her to be.

(Editor's Note: This work contains graphic language and sometimes extreme depictions of consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism. It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age.)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Darker Pleasures
• Release date: Jun 30, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463964040

Matt Nicholson

Matt Nicholson is a freelance writer and editor for Darker Pleasures Publications, which makes him lucky enough to have written or edited all, or parts of, every story Darker Pleasures has published.Matt is a fan of both hard breast-oriented BDSM as well as hard femdom CBT. His tales, and those of his co-authors, range from R-rated erotica to hard bondage and more extreme BDSM fantasy. Their stories are available individually or in a number of anthologies including the "Tales of Submission" series, the "Beat 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on breasts and BDSM, and the "Bust 'Em or Bite 'Em" series focusing on ball busting and hard CBT.When asked about his work, he says, "My goal is to make your most daring dreams of tit torture or cock and ball torture come to life. I want you to want to be in my character’s shoes, no matter how far from safe and sane the scene might be. Depending on your kink, you might not dare some of it in real life, but the idea still makes your cock stir or your pussy wet. I want to make sure you can’t help but wonder. That’s why we have fiction, to get around real life sensibilities. You read it to live in a world of BDSM you can’t live outside of the covers of a book."So, if you dream of being on the receiving end of such things and think Matt may be onto something, sit back and spread your legs. If your fantasy is to take a pair of tits or balls to the cleaners, turn on your reading lamp and settle in. Oh, and hear would love to hear what you think at mattnicholsonwriter (at) gmail.com.

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Five-Star Submissive

By Matt Nicholson

Five-Star Submissive

Published by Darker Pleasures at Smashwords

Copyright 2019 Darker Pleasures. All rights reserved.

Formerly published in much abbreviated form as

Crème Brulee.

Edited by Matt Nicholson

Cover image by Dimitriy_Raykin/123RF Stock Photos

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Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This work contains graphic language and depictions of sometimes extreme consensual female bondage and sexual sadomasochism.  It is intended for mature audiences only and is not suitable for persons under eighteen years of age. This book is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.  All characters depicted in this work are eighteen years of age or older.  Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.  All rights reserved, including the right to reproduce or redistribute this book or portions thereof in any form whatsoever.  For information, contact Darker Pleasures, webmaster at darkerpleasures.com.

I understand your scene has some special requirements, Mr... The small man reached into the inside pocket of his grey, pinstriped, double-breasted suit and pulled out a canary yellow card. He glanced at the name written across it and then stretched his lips into a practiced smile. ...Carlson.

Brian Carlson smiled just a little. Special, was putting it lightly. Yes, I suppose it does. The woman on the phone said a recent image of my wife would help.

It isn’t required, but knowing exactly what we’re dealing with makes helps us tailor-make the experience a little better.

Brian handed the other man a USB drive. These were taken just two weeks ago... He looked at the golden nametag pinned over the man’s left breast pocket. ...Mr. Sage.

Sage slipped the drive into a nearby desktop. His smile turned sincere as the three-dimensional image of a late twenty to early thirty-something blonde with incredible curves and long, Goldilocks-flowing hair began rotating on a horizontal axis on the 60" HD monitor mounted on the wall. He had expected something more mundane, a portrait or picture of a less strikingly beautiful woman taken on a cell phone in a back yard or park. Instead, she was naked, sitting demurely on the edge a small bed rumpled with white satin sheets. He curly locks blocked the view of her nipples, but they still left an eyeful of her heavy breasts’ curves. The sheets hid anything X-rated while still letting plenty of skin show. It was almost as if she planned the tease so just enough showed to make the viewer’s mouth water.

You’ll probably find the next picture more helpful.

Finding it hard to believe he would find anything more ‘helpful,’ Sage moved to the next image anyway. He had never been so wrong. Instead of sitting artfully covered, she reclined across a far more opulent bed thrown with red satin. She held her arms back across the bed and above her head in that way that pulled her full breasts into the kind of mouthwatering ovals that moved slightly with every breath.

Her fingers ran through the full eighteen long inches of lush golden hair cascading across the crumpled spread. One leg stretched down the length of the bed. The other bent at the knee, deliberately cocked at an angle so anyone looking at the image could plainly see her swollen, blushing pussy’s glistening folds. All she wore was a diamond-studded, black leather, slave’s collar.

He tore his eyes from between her legs and looked more closely