Becoming Slave Seven: (Dungeon | Flogging | Humiliation)

By Marina Lacey

Longing for a taste of real, unfiltered submission, Naomi arrives at the house of the man she knows only as 'Master'. There, he introduces her to the dungeon, a series of cells beneath his house in which women volunteer to stay so that they may live as slaves at his mercy. Naomi is terrified but nonetheless intrigued. This is the real thing, but is she truly ready? Or is real submission something better left to fantasy?

Becoming Slave Seven is an erotic novelette with themes of submission, humiliation, and a touch of forced-bi. 11,346 words. Not suitable for vegetarians.

• Language: English
• Publisher: One Room Books
• Release date: Mar 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463381199

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Becoming Slave Seven

By Marina Lacey

Copyright 2019 Marina Lacey

Smashwords Edition

Cover image courtesy of Ashley Webb

https://www.flickr.com/photos/xlordashx/

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Naomi took a deep breath before pressing the door-bell. The house itself was quite unassuming. It had a simple, country look with it's prominent window frames and clean white exterior, now painted a warm gold by the setting sun. It stood almost alone, save for a scattering of likely painted houses over the fields.

Taking a moment to notice the rapid pounding of her heart, Naomi wondered if it was too late to turn away. She wondered, too, if she could forgive herself for doing such a thing. She had wanted this for the longest time, and as much as it terrified her, she knew it was something she had an innate need for. Complete unrelenting submission.

A hazy figure came into sight through the door's warped glass panels. Then, before doubt could spur Naomi into retreat, the door was open.

Standing before her was a man she had only so far known as 'Master'. She had seen him previously through their several online conversations and shared pictures but his name was something he had refused to divulge.

'Hi', Naomi said sheepishly. She could barely look up at the man before her. 'I'm Naomi', she said, offering an unsure hand. The man took it with a firm grasp, smiled, and shook her hand warmly.

'Nice to finally see you in person', he said. His pleasant demeanour set Naomi at ease almost instantly. 'Come in', the man said, stepping back. 'I'll give you a quick tour and then you can decide if this is for you. I find it's best not to beat about the bush with this kind of thing.'

There was nothing particularly unusual about the house or it's host. They each presented an air of sureness, both in frame and features. As did they each address Naomi with a disarming glow. Naomi followed quietly behind the man as he moved to a doorway under the stairs.

'Are you ready?' the man asked with a smile. He waited for Naomi to nod with approval before clicking back the latch and pulling the door open. 'If at any time you think this would all be too much for you, just say' he said, 'and I'll drive you back into town.'

Naomi nodded again. This time with a smile of her own.

'Only one way to find out', she said, peering into the descending darkness beneath the stairs.

Naomi winced as the tube lights sputtered into life, filling the underground passageway with a glow which was both illuminating and cold. The passageway itself was several feet wide, wide enough for her to sit with her back against one wall and have her toes just about reach the other, and lined with doors on either side. Three doors on the right, three doors on the left. Each had it's own bolt lock as well as prison-style locking panels at eye level.

She took a deep breath. The air gripped her lungs with the same cold embrace which painted the walls. It was real. The dungeon was real without question. Her mind ran wild with doubt and self-blame.

'What the fuck am I doing? I can't believe I've stepped into something like this. Am I that stupid?'

She turned to the man she had only known as Master.

'Are there others here?'