We came to a dark chamber where the candlelight cast grotesque shadows on the walls. I could dimly see a rack of canes, a table with whips coiled like snakes, leather straps. Chains with leather wrist straps hung from the walls. I ran my palms over my breasts. The blood beat in my nipples. My back was clammy and a dewy dampness clung to my thighs.
I had been on a long journey and reached its end. We looked at each other. There were no words, the ball-gags prevented that. Just feelings heightened and magnified by the silence. I discovered now what the metal rings were for on the straps I was wearing. I bent forward over a strange contraption like a vaulting horse. Lacy connected the rings hanging from the ankle straps to hooks on the front legs of the device, the rings at my wrists around the hooks on the back.
The position was oddly comfortable. I was stretched out, totally vulnerable, my white bottom in the air. I could not move. I could not scream. Just as I had felt contented walking naked through the crowds in Soho, I felt contented pinioned to the vaulting horse. I heard the crack of a whip before I felt the pain and, when the pain came, it was like no pain I had ever felt before. It was like being struck by a tongue of fire, then plunged into a pool of ice. A second crack followed the first and the air fled from my lungs. My skin had broken out in sweat. I fizzed like a firework about to explode. Down the whip came again, unfurling across my protruding domes of sizzling flesh. I groaned and quivered.
The fourth lash crossed the top of my bottom, just below my back, and it felt less painful, more like the fleeting sting of an electric shock. I waited for the fifth stroke as surely it would come with vague anticipation. I was not disappointed. A warm blush spread up my back and down my legs. The pain had not gone, but had grown into a sensation that was new and impossible to define. I felt the geisha balls nudge at my clitoris, and realized that in extreme pain there is extreme pleasure and reaching for extremes is the only thing worth reaching for.
One more. Six. I had taken six lashes from the whip. My body and soul were a single sense field. I could smell the pungent breath of my own arousal. And I could feel the salty lick of Lacy's tongue as it traversed the red stripes, one after the other, before plunging into the chasm of my aching pussy. Contractions rippled through me, growing faster and faster. A bomb had ignited and it exploded, rocking down through my guts and exploding in a waterfall of creamy girl juice. I wanted to scream out and couldn't in the ball-gag. I was screaming inside, screaming with the pure pleasure that comes at the moment of orgasm, the petit mort, the little death that reminds you what it feels like to be alive. The whip had found something in me waiting to be found. I had transmuted physical pain into a strange mysterious joy so refined the imperatives that had made me what I am had broken into small pieces and reformed in another computation. I was reborn.
It is pleasure that turns on the light. In those dark places filled with shadows and fear, we see in that first moment of brightness the hidden desires of our true nature. When you take off you clothes and walk naked in the street, when you submit to the snap of the whip, the swish of the cane, sex with a stranger, you understand what it is to be fully human, animal and divine. It was something I would never be able to tell Kate and Karen. It was something I would never be able to tell anyone. It was my secret.
I live in London and have written five other erotic novels and two novelettes. If you enjoyed Sophie’s Secret, you’ll be sure to love these!
Laid & Betrayed
Beneath the angelic features of goody, goody Grace Goode is a shameless slut dying to take her clothes off and get spanked. It just needs the right man to say the right words…and Charlie Wright was born with a silver tongue. After being stripped, seduced and spread across the internet for the world to see, Grace hears the call of "cold hard cash" as she sets off on an erotic pilgrimage to the heart of her deepest desires.
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Flight 69
Kelly Conway has never met a man like you read about in the story books. That all changes when she meets the handsome oil man James Swanson on the night flight to Houston and discovers they do things differently in business class.
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A Girl's Adventure
When a mysterious stranger gives failed actress Greta May his phone number, she dreams of adventure and plucks up the courage to call him. But the moment she enters his flat he rips off her knickers and spanks her bottom. At first shocked and humiliated, Greta grows bewildered as the pain turns to pleasure, and after being tied to the bed for a thrashing, she agrees with rising excitement to play a game where she will win a prize if she does everything Richard demands. It is the beginning of an erotic journey of self-discovery, where Greta meets Dirty Bill, the water sports specialist; Vanlooch, who uses oils from unusual places to highlight his portraits, and the moody Count Ruspoli who, after bedding 10,000 women, has taken a vow of chastity. Can Greta save him? Under Richard's firm hand Greta finds her true nature through discipline and, after meeting film director and bogwash artiste Tyler Copic, she seizes the elusive prize: the chance to play the role that will change her life and put her back in the spotlight.
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Being A Girl
A journey of discovery and awakening to the delights of discipline
When Milly is late for a vital interview on a sweltering day, casting agent Jean-Luc Cartier pours her some water and holds the glass to her lips. When the water soaks her blouse he instructs her to take it off. Milly is embarrassed but curious. As Milly strips off her clothes, not only her shapely body, but also her deepest nature, is slowly uncovered.
Jean-Luc puts her over his knee. He spanks her bottom and her virgin orgasm awakens her to the mysteries of discipline. Milly embark upon an erotic journey from convent school to a black magic coven in the heart of Cambridge academia, to the secret world of fetishism and bondage on the dark side of the movie camera.
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The Gift of Girls
Magdalena Wallace is good at maths and scores a great summer job as an intern at city accountants Roche-Marshall where she is trusted to check accounts. She doesn't tell her boss, the darkly mysterious Simon Roche, that she works nights as a waitress at Rebels Casino dressed in fishnets and a corset. Magdalena is desperate. She needs the money.
When Magdalena learns a 'secret' system from a high-roller, she plays the tables and loses her university savings. She then dips into clients' money and loses that as well. What's more, Simon Roche has found out. Should he go to the police and report Magdalena, or will she agree to be his slave until the debt is paid? She agrees but never envisaged just how far she will have to go to break even.
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The Secret Life of Girls
After the gardener spanks her bottom and a nun at her elite finishing school seduces her in the catacombs, Bella realises that sex was what she was born for. She adores wearing a dildo and deflowering virgins just as much as she adores indulging the roguish Christian Thomas with his addiction to fruit salads and bondage. Then Bella's world comes tumbling down. She learns that her beloved Ickham Manor doesn't belong to her, it belongs to her wicked stepfather. Sex has been fun. Now it is the weapon she uses to put her world back together again. Bella entraps her stepfather in a lewd act on video. She stars in a porn flick and, as her song on the soundtrack makes her a tabloid celebrity, Bella is at the beginning of an erotic ride into the showbiz world of pain and perversion, of do
mination and glorious submission.
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Girl Trade
Emily feels wicked, liberated, daring. And bored. But her adventure begins on holiday in La Gomera, when a rugged beachcomber removes the leather thong from his neck and binds her hands behind her. Crossing oceans and continents in a nether world of smugglers, arms dealers, and pirates, she becomes the adored but captive jewel of the tough inflexible men who make a living in inhospitable landscapes. On hot afternoons on long days without number, she dedicates herself to the pleasures of sex in all its shapes and forms. She learns subservience. She becomes the perfect concubine. The perfect lover. She becomes Chengi - Girl.
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