Femdom: 10 Book Collection

By Ginger Kelley

Read page after fantastically filthy page of female dominated pleasure, devouring each and every salacious detail, indulging in all 10 books until you are fully satisfied.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ginger Kelley
• Release date: Jul 20, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215257692

Ginger Kelley

I am you average everyday undercover MILF who likes titillate with my words.

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Femdom

10 Book Collection

Ginger Kelley

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Copyright 2023

This is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit situations intended for mature audiences only. All characters portrayed in this book are consenting adults, 18 years and older.

Table of Contents

Her Dungeon

Love’s Prisoner

Breaking Him

Jungle Snatched

Caged Beast

Need for Seed

Bossy Bitch

Drawn to Her

Purgatory

First Taste of Taboo

Her Dungeon

The steady click of sky-high stilettos against smooth travertine echoed through the hallway of the massive lower level. Olivia Devereux walked with purpose, opening the double doors leading to her dungeon. Today was going to be a busy day; she had two clients back to back. First was Roger, who liked pony-play, and later Carl, who savored pain and humiliation. Madam Devereux, as her clients knew her, was the most sought-after dominatrix in the south. Tucked away on the lowest level of her sprawling 10,000 square foot plantation in Savannah Georgia, the Madam serviced her subs in her beloved dungeon. The dungeon spanned a quarter of the plantation’s footprint and was equipt with everything a submissive could desire. Drawers filled with clamps, suction cups, bondage gear, clips, and chains lined one side of the room. The opposite wall was adorned with whips, paddles, and riding crops all waiting to be swung. A massive California-king four-poster bed sat in the middle of the room fitted with large metal rings on each of its posts, ready for bondage. Finally, in each corner hung black strappy sex swings with a small table underneath brimming with electrosex toys. It was a BDSM Disney Land. You name it, she had it, and she was more than willing to use it.

Olivia ran her sadomasochistic empire with her two best friends Bobby and Jamie. The trio had been friends since childhood, growing up in the same social circles. The boys had discovered their infinity for kink around the same time they both came out as bisexual. Olivia was several years older than the pair and slightly more sexually mature. She dabbled in BDSM with the boys on breaks from boarding school, all three enjoying their sub-dom threesomes. Honing and perfecting her craft over the last decade, she took the plunge and started her own business when she inherited the Devereux-Calhoun plantation from her grandparents. Her passion for pain could be finally realized now that she had a perfect place to play.

Did we get the shipment of ball-gags Bobby? Olivia asked, striding past the large cherry wood desk in her office.

Yes ma'am, Jamie already put them in the drawer, Bobby answered back, keeping his eyes focused on his computer screen. There were twelve new appointment requests that he was desperately trying to work into the calendar.

Roger will be here in twenty minutes, I need to go get dressed. Can you please make sure the pony-play gear is out and ready to go? She said as she entered the small dressing room at the back of her office.

Olivia brushed her long blonde hair in smooth even strokes, making sure not a single silky strand was out of place. She smoothed her hands down the front of her latex body suit forming it to her voluptuous bosom. Taking one more look in the mirror, she picked up her riding crop and headed into the dungeon to meet with her client.

Roger Wilburg, a forty-something accountant had a penchant for the ponies. He grew up in Kentucky where bourbon and thoroughbreds were a way of life. His Mother owned racehorses, lavishing all of her time and money on her hoofed babies. Roger’s need for female attention co-mingled with his budding libido, led him to pony-play as a young man. His desire only grew stronger as he aged, leading him straight into Olivia’s expert hands for his standing appointment every Thursday.

Did you remember to sign the paperwork Roger?

Yes, Madam Devereux.

Good boy. And your new safeword is?

Apple.

OK Roger, let’s get you saddled up and ready to ride.

Placing the bridle on Roger’s baldhead, Olivia adjusted the leather bite bar into his mouth. He sat anxiously on all fours as she picked up the anal plug horsetail. Spreading a thin layer of lubricant over the black silicone tip with her fingers, she plunged it firmly between his eager cheeks. She attached a thick 8-inch dildo to the top of the leather saddle and strapped it to Roger’s strong back. Flinging her long silky leg over his waiting body, she lowered herself onto the silicone phallus; the wide girth parting her soft wet lips.

Look at my pretty pony boys! She exclaimed as she rode Roger around the dungeon.

Crawling across the length of the floor, Roger’s back flexed and rolled, rubbing the saddle on Olivia’s swollen clit.

Faster pony She yelled, as she smacked him smartly across the ass with the crop.

Picking up speed, Olivia bobbed up and down on the hardened silicone. Her ripe bud throbbed with every bounce.

Woah boy she instructed, making him stop in his place. Roger flexed his spine up and down as Olivia slid along the length of the dildo. She pumped her legs as the firm rod stroked against her walls. As her orgasm broke, she pulled back hard on the reigns, gripping her legs around his ribs. Olivia cried out yes, yes, yes as the waves of pleasure rolled through her, punctuating every contraction of her pussy with a sharp whack from the crop.

That’s such a good boy. She purred, lifting herself off the saddle.

"Does my little stud want a milking? Scratching his hand against the floor like a hoof, he nodded his head in the affirmative. Reaching into her goodie drawer Olivia pulled out Roger’s favorite toy. The fleshlight gleamed in her hand causing Roger’s manhood to blossom. The clear jelly-like sleeve slipped over Roger’s erection like a glove. Pumping his hardness against the rippled plastic, his limbs shook in anticipation of his release. Moving his hips aggressively, he let out a throaty growl, spilling his essence on to the cool white tile.

Thank you Madam Devereux. Same time next week?

Of course Roger, see you next Thursday.

Retiring to her bedroom on the second level of the plantation, Olivia relaxed on her red velvet chaise recharging before her next client arrived later that afternoon. While she luxuriated upstairs, Bobby and Jamie buzzed like two worker bees around the dungeon.

Did you pick up the cake Jamie?

Yes, I had to put it out in the guest cottage so she wouldn’t see it.

She is either going to love her surprise, or she is going to kill us! Jamie said, stringing curled sections of ribbon from a neatly wrapped package.

I know, that girl hates to be reminded she is getting older.

Bobby signed his name on her card, tucking it under Jamie’s crafty ribbon flourish.

Thirty years snuck up way too fast for Olivia. Last time she turned around, she was a twenty-one-year-old party girl, out every night on her father’s dime. She had existed solely on champagne and sex, divulging heavily in the latter. She loved women and men, and both at the same time is she had her way. Her lust knew no bounds at twenty-one, and now at thirty, it was an insatiable thirst she tried to quench in big sloppy gulps. Her sexual prowess was like a fine wine, it only got better with time. A chime delicately rang out from the grandfather clock in the main hall alerting Olivia that is was five o'clock. She had just enough time to prepare herself for Carl at five thirty.

Demanding perfection was just one of Carl Bedalano’s many quirks. Wound tighter than a spring, Carl’s Type A personality fueled his 80-hour workweeks as a defense attorney. He could usually be found schlepping back and forth to the courthouse, or barking orders at his first-year associates and paralegals. On Thursdays however, Carl indulged in his fantasy for pain and humiliation. He stepped out of his dominant role one hour a week to let someone else inflict the delicious discomfort on him.

The crunching of gravel beneath the tires of Carl’s Mercedes heralded his arrival. Bobby and Jamie finished the last