Final Bondage Valentine's: This Year Jill Is The Gift Given To Be Punished!

By Zatanna Dark

Jill is being dropped off by Rodger to fix their debts after he messed everything up with very bad investments. Jill doesn't understand how her spending a week with his Bitch Ex-Slut is going to fix all of their problems?

"Why Valentine's Week Rodger? And why in the Red Dress I bought to wear for you?" Rodger tries to explain, "I'm sorry Jill . . . Ex's are jealous and vindictive"

Walking into the Foyer of the Mansion of the Enemy makes her Sick! Jill wants to leave, but stays so her Rescue Dogs and Future Rescue Dogs still have a home to live with her.

Commands, Rules, Rudeness and Punishments immediately start . . . just ten minutes in! Jill . . . or Slave Jill . . . can leave any time she wants. But the Deal to Save Her, Rodger and their Dog's financial Futures is on the line!

Allowing herself to be chained to the Cold Hard Marble Pillar in Mistress's Foyer is only step one of Day one . . . if she's willing to Submit. Or . . . she can just leave any time . . .

Jill . . . or Slave Jill, get's to meet in one way or another . . . Mistresses other Slaves. Some she gets along with Very Well . . . while others . . . Not So Much!

Will she last the whole week or walk off?

What will she learn about Rodger, his Ex and most Importantly . . . about herself?

Will their Debts and more Future Wishes be Fulfilled?

Love Zatanna

WARNING: Contains Scenes of, but not limited to - BDSM, Whipping, Caning, Extreme, Submission, Servitude, . . . Oh, and someone Falling in Love with a Mistress she Never Wanted ; )

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zatanna Dark
• Release date: Mar 20, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005105785

Zatanna Dark

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FINAL BONDAGE VALENTINE’S

THIS YEAR JILL IS THE GIFT GIVEN TO BE PUNISHED!

Zatanna Dark

© 2022 Zatanna Dark

All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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GIFTING . . .

I just don’t understand this Rodger! I just can’t wrap my head around it? Rodger replies, It’s very simple Jill. I listened to the wrong information and went ‘All-In’ on a very bad Investment.

Shut the Fuck Up Rodger! Don’t you dare treat me like I’m some clueless know nothing! I’m not at all confused by the facts that you’re an Idiot and you just put us on the brink of Financial Ruin with your Utter Stupidity!

What I don’t understand is how me spending Valentine’s week with your Rich as Fuck Ex-Slut, magically fixes it all? Magically makes all your fuck ups just go away? What aren’t you telling me Rodger? . . . What’s the rest of Her Game here?

Rodger answers, Jill, she’s always been jealous that you Won. That I picked you over her. I’m sure all she wants to do is rub in your face, every day for a week, that I’m a failure and you actually lost. Then she promised to take over on the failed stocks.

But Her insisting on me, to also wear my Valentine’s Dress, that I picked special for you . . . there’s just something messed up about that. Jill, I’m sure it’s just her way of punishing me even more. Having me see you in it and then taking it and you away from me. EX’s can and will be very vindictive at times.

Well how much farther until we’re there then? Because I’m sick of your face . . . your deep voice . . . your masculine cologne . . . Fuck! I just want to get this over with!

Jill, you remember that black gate a few miles back? I replied, Yes? Rodger continues, We’ve been on Her Property since then. Holy shit! Ok, so she’s got some money . . . maybe because she doesn’t make Stupid decisions like my Husband does.

We pull up into the large circle drive and Rodger stops our car so my door is on the side closest to her ridiculously oversized Mansion! What the Fuck? That thing is Huge Rodger!

Rodger, still trying to lessen the tension, delivers a poorly timed, That’s what she said. I quickly reply with a better timed, Yes, it is what she just said . . . but I’m sure she wasn’t talking about your Cock.

Actually, Rodger wasn’t at all rich when I met him, so it was for the size of his cock . . . just not sharing that info with him right now. I’m just too pissed off at him.

As My Husband and a Gentlemen, Rodger opens my door and allows me to take his hand as he guides me from my seat. As My Husband and my Pimp, he points to the front door and I continue on alone.

You seriously can’t even walk me to the door? Come On! Rodger answers, She was very specific on her instructions. I’m not allowed off the Driveway. I do hate to see you go . . . but I love to watch you leave.

Again, maybe funny any other time . . . just not today. I love Rodger more than anything and can’t wait to get back home. I still switch to the coldest of shoulders as I step towards the large, like ten foot tall double doors.

I Love You Jill! And I’m Sorry! The large double doors ominously open on their own to a darkened foyer when I’m still at least fifty feet away. I turn back one last time to just see the top of Rodger’s head disappear behind the rooftop of our Car.

No engine sound at all . . . just the noise of the tires hitting some bits of gravel on top the concrete as he drives away. I really hate that about electric cars! Can’t believe he didn’t at least stand and wait until I was fully inside . . . Fuck!

I so wanted to turn and run towards Rodger, screaming, Don’t Leave Me! Take Me With You! Went with avoiding it because I’m sure that She, who won’t be named, would enjoy it too much.

Preemptively I start my walk of shame towards the place my shame is about to be happening. All I can think about is stopping, turning around, changing my mind.

I can’t even call Rodger back or an Uber . . . since I wasn’t allowed to even bring my phone. This feels like a damn Voluntary Hostage situation . . . with me about to be the Hostage . . .

FOYER . . .

Like the not too smart Damsel living in my own Horror Movie . . . I just willingly walk . . . completely alone . . . into the Dark Foyer of some Evil Bitch’s Lair . . .

As soon as I’m past the threshold, the overly large doors close behind me, as I’m left now standing in the dark. A few seconds later, the center of the marble floor before me is revealed with a single beam of light from above.

Ok . . . this Bitch for sure has way too much time on her hands in addition to her way too full of bank accounts. I’ve see pictures of her many times. Not only from Rodger, but also in the news.

Trick is . . . not once was there ever a complete image of her face. Just bits and pieces. Normally her chin, lips and sometime the bottom half of her nose. Just never her eyes in any picture.

She sure must be one hell of an ugly cunt . . . using her money and power to keep that fact hidden away safely. Jill . . . please step into the light.

Why don’t you step into the light Bitch? . . . Too fucking ugly? Silence . . . no response . . . the light goes out and the doors open back up. A sign for me to leave.

Every fiber of my being wants to just walk out. I hate her in endless ways! The idea of her making me do anything just makes me sick to my stomach!

I take one step towards my sunlit passage to freedom . . . and then I think about our Rescues. We currently have twelve at home and just agreed to taking it up to a Baker’s Dozen with one more. A female beautiful brindle coated chow that’s a little older.

Some Girls with excess money will spend it on jewelry, clothing and shoes. I donate mine to shelters, and now with the passing of Betty, wanted to make it a yearly habit to forever celebrate her Birthday by donating even more . . . more that we no longer have.

Beyond the donations, we’ve a massive fenced in backyard with all types of obstacle courses, toys and other items for our Rescues to enjoy. If I don’t submit to this Bitch’s commands . . . all of that will be lost.

God Damn You Rodger! I turn around one more time and step blindly into the direction I believe the light was previously shining. The disembodied voice asks, Jill . . . are you done changing your mind?

I reply, Yes . . . in a very grumbly and stubborn voice. You don’t sound happy about it Jill. If we’re going to spend a week together and if you can’t be a Good Girl . . . maybe it’s best you just leave.

Picturing twenty-three sad Puppy Dog eyes staring back at me. Twenty-three because Moody lost an eye before we rescued him. I’m sorry . . . I’m very frustrated by what happened. I promise to. Oh God, here goes . . . To be a Good Girl.

With that, the doors closed once again and the spot light returned. "Jill . . . I sure hope everything won’t need to