The Voyeur, The Preacher's Wife and The Bride to Be A Story of Female Domination and Control

By Wanda Peters

Three women check into a hotel. One loves self-bondage, one is a minister's wife who is looking for some excitement and the third is a woman who is taking a last look at freedom before entering into marriage with a man she does not love. Another woman is secretly monitoring their activities and decides to help them with their plans while engaging in her own fantiasies.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Wanda Peters
• Release date: Jul 20, 2020
• ISBN: 9781005635534

Wanda Peters

I write erotic books, mostly about cuckolding. If you are looking for that type of book, you might ask yourself what exactly do you want in an erotic book. I think that if you can read one of my books and keep both hands on the book then I have not done my job. I don't believe that anyone that buys or reads one of my books or stories are looking for great literature.I don't try to compete with Shakespear when I write. What I do try to do is to put together a compelling story that someone will want to continue to read. A word of caution my books are not for the faint of heart. Many of my characters do not have a happy ending. A few of my books do have some satirical humor but for the most part, they are about males that are dominated and humiliated by their wives or lovers.I hope you enjoy my work.

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The Voyeur, The Preacher’s Wife and The Bride to Be

Wanda Peters

Copyright 2015

Smashwords edition

Disclaimer: This book is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to any person living or dead is a mere coincidence. It does contain material of a sexual nature and is intended only for mature readers.

The Voyeur, The Preacher's Wife and The Bride to Be

A Story of Female Domination and Control

Amy and the Maid

Shadow scanned the multiple monitors in front of her. This was her passion, and because she had won the big lottery, she could afford to indulge herself. And it had taken a good chunk of her winnings in order to set up the massive surveillance network for the hotel. All three hundred rooms were equipped with remotely monitored cameras all connected by a secret and invisible wireless network. And what was the point? Shadow liked to watch, and every once in a while she got the opportunity to participate.

And right now was one of those times. Although the girl had dimmed the room lighting to a minimum, Shadow could still see the scene in front of her. Amy Henderson was into self-bondage and as Shadow watched she was in the process of tying herself up for the night. Once the ropes were secure and the keys locked in the small time-lock safe, she had beside her, and once the cuffs were snapped into place, Amy would be rendered helpless until 5 a.m. when the time lock would release. She chose 5 a.m. because that was early enough that no maid would be starting her housecleaning chores and there was little possibility of her being discovered. Of course, that was part of the allure of rendering oneself immobile. There was always the chance that someone might find out what you were up to.

Shadow was intrigued as she watched the young blonde woman methodically begin to wrap herself for what Shadow hoped would be an uncomfortable position. She was completely naked except for the heavy leather collar around her neck and the leather ankle and wrists cuffs that she wore. Her breasts had been wrapped with rough twine to the point where they looked like they would pop if someone took a small pin to them. That had to be painful. And then the woman picked up a red and black corset from the bed and began putting that on. Of course, her breasts would not fit into the cups of the garment, but those cups would fit underneath her swollen and nearly purple globes.

Shadow could only assume that once the corset was laced tightly closed that the girl’s tits would be pushed even higher and tighter than they presently were.

And the girl did lace the garment tightly. She had a unique hook that she used to pull the laces as tight as they would go, with the eyelets actually touching each other. Shadow could see the girl’s breathing becoming labored as most of the air in her lungs was pushed out and up her throat. And finally, both laces were pulled up over Amy’s shoulders and tied off to a ring in the heavy leather collar that was locked around her neck.

Shadow could hear the girl begin to moan softly and she was wondering if at this painful juncture that Amy might decide to call this whole thing off, but Shadow hoped that she would not.

Next, with great effort, the girl pulled her right foot up, and using a pressure clip that was attached to the cuff snapped it to another ring on her collar. Shadow could not believe that Amy actually was able to get her left foot into a similar position and fastened in place as well. Now the girl could hardly breathe taking in air through shallow sips through her mouth. With fascination, Shadow watched as the girl forced herself to begin breathing through her nose. And then the reason for that was evident as Amy thrust a ball-gag into her mouth behind her teeth. This was secured into place behind her head with two leather strips that velcroed together.

Satisfied that she could still reach the time lock once her hands were cuffed behind her back the girl snapped the cuffs into place. Now she was totally helpless, as she could not even scream for help if she wanted to. Nothing was going to relieve her self-torture until that safe released in the morning.

Shadow watched for another hour to see if the girl would make some effort to free herself. Of course, Shadow had no way of knowing precisely how long the girl had set the safe for. She would be taking some degree of risk in following through with what she had in mind, but that was one reason that her panties were becoming moist. Much like Amy, she supposed danger was part of the allure.

She picked up the master keycard she always had and made her way across the street to the hotel. She went in a side entrance to avoid any prying eyes from the person manning the front desk. Amy’s room was on the third floor, and so Shadow used the stairs rather than taking a chance of meeting someone in the elevator, and of course, being dressed as a hotel maid made her almost invisible to the untrained eye.

How it was possible for a girl in so much pain and discomfort to sleep was beyond Shadow, but when she used her master key to open the door to room 304 she heard what she was sure were light snores. She smiled to herself as she made her way to the foot of the bed and looked down at the bound and helpless girl. She pictured in her mind all the wonderful evil things she could do to the girl, but that was not her purpose this visit.

Her appearance had been altered enough so that she was confident that Amy could not recognize her, so she did not bother to put anything over her face before waking the girl by squeezing each of her pain-wracked and swollen tits.

Amy came awake with a start although there was minimal body movement to show for it. She tried to focus her eyes, but a bright light was shining into them. She wanted to scream for help, but the gag she had shoved into her mouth prevented that.

My you are truly a lovely young thing, Shadow told her. And completely helpless I assume as well. I don’t know how I am going to make up your room with you in that position. Perhaps it was a mistake that I was sent up here for a cleanup. But as long as I am here, I hope you don’t mind me taking a few pictures of your lovely body? Of course, no verbal answer was given although the girl did try to shake her head from side to side.

Silence is consent, I believe, Shadow told the girl. And with that, she started snapping pictures from all angles making sure that Amy’s face was prominently displayed in each shot. "These are going to be a great hit on