Addicted to the Lash

By Master Anton and Miss B

The three stories are all written in the first person, as that was the way our lady friends sent us the pages of their personal, secret diaries.
“Edwige” is about a married lesbian woman that tries not to lose her masochistic husband, by sending him to a mature lady, to satisfy his needs for straight sex and corporal punishments, but...
“A Dream Come True” is about a young woman, with a dark past of a relationship with her stepmother, who meets an older, sadistic lady that will take her as a lifetime slave.
“Lady Amanda” is about a a girl who relocated in Cornwall to work in the riding stables of her Mistress and lover, and is falsely accused by one of the lady patrons of the riding club to be a thief and must submit to a corporal punishment for her “crime”.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: May 15, 2020
• ISBN: 9781716927515

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ADDICTED TO THE LASH

Three short stories

by

Master Anton & Miss B

Preface

These three erotic, BDSM stories, aren’t pure fiction, but based on real life experiences by three Italian friends of us, lesbian and masochistic young women, that gave us full, written permit to publish, obviously changing their real names.

Their real life adventures sometimes brush the extreme and the taboo, but we tried to keep the graphic descriptions of the kinky sexual encounters free of the prurient attitude that some writers exploit in this kind of novels, while maintaining the genuine feelings and sensations of the characters.

The three stories are all written in the first person, as that was the way our lady friends sent us the pages of their personal, secret diaries.

Edwige is about a married lesbian woman that tries not to lose her masochistic  husband, by sending him to a mature lady, to satisfy his needs for straight sex and corporal punishments, but...

A Dream Come True is about a young woman, with a dark past of a relationship with her stepmother, who meets an older, sadistic lady that will take her as a lifetime slave.

Lady Amanda is about a a girl who relocated in Cornwall to work in the riding stables of her Mistress and lover, and is falsely accused by one of the lady patrons of the riding club to be a thief and must submit to a corporal punishment for her crime.

Cover photo original © 2020 by Master Anton

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EDWIGE

It was a pretty hectic period, that stressed me a lot, at work... and in the family.

Well, mine’s not a big family, just my husband and I, really. But... I’m a gay girl. A natural born lesbian and sadomasochist. And my husband is a male and my slave. Yet, I love him very much, as he’s the kindest, most loving person in the whole world. The only thing he asks of me, is a nice whipping, from time to time. Obviously that doesn’t give me the same kind of sexual pleasure that he gets, but I do it willingly, knowing how important that is for is sexual life.

The problem was that with all my worries, and being a thing I did just to please him, I wasn’t always in the right mood to satisfy him; after all whipping a male doesn’t interest me that much, and of course, I abhor having sex with one.

I had to do something, and soon! He had threatened me to file for a divorce, and he wasn’t kidding.

I couldn’t blame him, either. He had married a girl that kept him like a true slave, often in chains, never letting him get near her pussy, making him sleep on the carpet, at the foot of my bed. More than once he even helped me with my occasional encounters with other girls, not minding me being unfaithful to him… That, too, was a point that I made well clear, before marrying him.

To convince me to marry him, he had said he didn’t mind and matter of fact he never asked to make love to me: the only thing he asked was being treated decently and...a nice little whipping now and then, when I felt in the mood.

I cared a lot for him. He was so sweet, really loved me and did whatever he could to make me happy and live a life with all the comforts. I was very grateful to him for the love he bestowed me and I didn’t want to lose him.

One day I had an idea. I called Carla, an older lady, friend of mine that I met regularly at the local BDSM club for lesbians when I needed to satisfy