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by CELENE CAREY

  The ultimate submissive is one who does not have a submissive bone in their body. The first time I met her I realised that she wasn’t a bitch, she was assertive. I could tell she didn’t take shit from people. She didn’t work for anyone. That was also an indicator; she probably didn’t like to take instructions or to be bossed around. The perfect sub has to be broken and rebuilt, taught the ways of a sub, taught to please, taught to give up their free will, taught that there was no choice for them. My word is law. I was going to do this. A woman who wasn’t even attracted to me was perfect. A woman who wasn’t even attracted to men was exceptional. It was madness; it was my challenge. I would have my ultimate submissive, by will or by force. Force, please! Becky looked great in leather. She had been jerking, shaking for a while. I went to her ear and in a deadly voice whispered, “Shhh…”

  The END

  Epilogue

  I woke up, the taste of leather in my mouth. The last thing I remembered was taking my phone out in the parking lot at the mall to call Bill to tell him I was just leaving and would call him once I was home. I remembered the black van pulling up beside me, the driver jumping out, covering my mouth, my eyes closing, and now, waking up. I couldn’t move, I was scared. I felt the warmth go down my leg as I pissed myself. I wanted to cry. My eyes were covered, I felt like I was going to pass out. I tried screaming, but my mouth was full. I knew what it was, it was a ball gag. I suddenly realised parts of my body weren’t covered. There was a draft. I began trembling.

  A man’s voice told me to be quiet. I felt like pissing myself again. I tried biting, tried spitting the gag out, but nothing worked; when I finally gave up I began to cry. I was trapped. My crying became hysterical. My mind was thrown into remembering my father, him touching me in places he shouldn’t; I remembered waking up to find him in my bed caressing me; remembered him raping me on my thirteenth birthday, and being too afraid to say anything to anyone.

  It wasn’t until I was eighteen years old that my imprisoned mind went to the police. He’d already paid my college tuition; I guess that’s what kept me there. Education was been my only way out. I worked harder, got a scholarship I’d keep if I kept my grades up. I knew for a fact that I wanted to go to school. My pain had been my drive and motivation. I would be free someday. I’d bared the rape for five years. Another man had never touched me. I went into psychology because of my past. And now this. Another man was going to rape me. My heart started beating fast. I blacked out.

  BOOK 58

  THE BILLIONAIRE’S SECRET FETISH

  (Tie, Bondage and Torture BDSM Erotica)

  Master Torment Submissive with New Pleasure and Pain

  A Twisted Dominant and Slave Taboo Play

  Celene Carey

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  AN EXCERPT FROM THE BILLIONAIRES SECRET FETISH

  I strip her clothes off in quick, easy rips, peeling down her skirt from around her waist to the floor. Her knees slam together, showing obvious self-awareness of her half-nudity from her waist down. I allow her a couple seconds to feel naked and as the seconds ticked by her closed knees gradually open. I slide the glossy black buttons of her white blouse through each button hole, nipping open all the buttons until her blouse had an open passage from her neck to below her deep navel hole.

  She slightly pulls her face back and I could tell she felt more naked than before. I bust open the chest of her blouse in one commanding motion and swiftly slide her stiff cotton shirt off her shoulders, the collar falls back and the slim fitting sleeves turn inside-out as I unclothed her arms. She stands there in front of me in only bra and panties and the room temperature hugs her entire naked skin. I put my mouth an inch close to hers.

  “Hello, Slut,” I say.

  “Hello Sir,” she responds, her voice already husky. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The rattle in her voice convinced me she is a bit nervous today.

  She lungs forward to kiss my lips and I pull my head away. I scrunch my stare at her, surprised at her sudden fetch for my lips.

  “You’re being a bad submissive today huh?”

  Without further pleasantries, I lead her to a simple bench, two slim and flat slats of board for its legs, cushioned black leather upholsters its top. She doesn’t fight. She’s learned to trust me by now.

  I bend her over the black leather seat and quickly secure her wrists and ankles in place with the wispy leather straps. A thicker strap goes firmly over her back, holding her tightly in place. I hear her breath. By the time I’ve cinched everything tight she can barely even wriggle. Her breathing has quickened. I can almost smell her anticipation. I run one hand down her back, then stand and walk to the rack on my brick wall.

  The rack on the wall is made of bronze wrought iron and is where I keep all my toys. The dungeon is a private one, and my collection is pretty extensive. There is a wide variety of instruments for causing pain, and just as many for giving pleasure. It’s one of these that I select – a Hitachi vibrator.

  I pluck it from the wall and settle it between Dania’s legs, the tip up against her crotch. She moans in anticipation, even before I switch the device on. I let her anticipation swell her heart for ten long seconds before I press on the power button. When I do her whole body tightens within its bonds.

  A low muffled buzz comes from the device and it vibrates hard in my grip. A shiver runs through her from head to toe. I adjust the vibration from high to medium. It buzzes a volume lower than before but the echo still swallows us in my hollow dungeon below the earth’s surface.

  I leave the Hitachi in place and select the stainless steel pinwheel . . . Download a copy of this book now to finish reading

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  Table of Content

  CHAPTER 1

  CHAPTER 2

  CHAPTER 3

  CHAPTER 1

  Today I relax and punish.

  Tuesdays are heaven-sent days for me but maybe not for Dania or maybe they are. I hope they’re not.

  On Tuesdays I see Dania in my dungeon. When I see her I really teach her and I bring her to her highest peak. Like the perfect submissive she is, she’s always waiting for me in the dungeon when I arrive from work.

  Yes a dungeon, yes it’s dark and yes she’s kneeling in place, head lowered, hands on knees. She’s been paying attention. I take my time removing my grey trench coat, loosening my tie and making myself comfortable. It has been a long day at work and I’m looking forward to relaxing with her and tightening her climaxes. Finally spending some time focussed on something other than numbers and profits.

  Some people might think it’s strange the way I choose to relax. I learnt a long time ago not to let the opinions of others bother me. Really, I suppose, it’s hard to be bothered by what anyone thinks of you when you’re worth two-and-a-quarter billion. That’s how much I’m worth. And the way I choose to relax after a s
tressful day is with Dania. Beautiful, blonde, brown-eyed, D-cup Dania, who I own, totally. Who is my slave and my submissive, who I love to possess.

  Dania is not only my relaxation she is my joy, my world, so I tease Dania. That is what I most enjoy doing, that’s what unwinds me. I bring her to heights she could never reach on her own and then I let her down again gently, ever so gently, denying her the rough climax that she desires, that she deserves. I’m not sure if it’s the kinky stuff I do with her body to arouse her to her peak that relaxes me or the power of bringing her to such a peak and denying her of her release, over and over again.

  She begs for me to let her cum and I don’t. She whimpers and cries and pleas and twists and I gag her mouth with her black ball. Is it the wonderful and powerful feeling of denying Dania of her orgasm’s that I’m obsessed with? Or is it the fact that she cannot fuck me, kiss me, touch me. I think it maybe the act of denying her of her orgasms as she wants, taking my own time with my superb doings, serving her with her climaxes when I think it has mellowed long enough in her clit and her pussy is about to explode and even then, I still just may deny her one, more, time and watch her face explode when I generously serve her overdue orgasms. Walking is usually out of the picture when I’m done with her. The legs under her body becomes useless.

  Today. Tuesday. She is kneeling when I enter dungeon. The dungeon is below my house is dark and has no windows. The circular walls are made of raw brick all around. I can feel down here is warmer than the rest of the house. I like the air around me to be cool. I drive with a freezing air condition and my house is always kept cool, but inside my dungeon is warm. Dania remains kneeling in place until I come to her and put my air-condition-temperatured hand on her warm neck. She jerks at the cool touch of my palm at her neck.

  “Stand,” I say, and she does so.

  I can feel her trembling a little underneath my touch, the fine hairs on her neck standing up. This is the effect I have on her. With her standing before me, I place the tip of my forefinger at the corner of her mouth, stroll around to her back while slowly dragging the fleshy pad of my finger tip around to the back of her neck. I stopped my finger on the third knobby bulge of her spine and brought my other hand to the latch of her thirty-two karats black diamond necklace. She knows I’m about to unleash it. I free her of the necklace and she lifts her chin for me to ease it from her. I place it on the leather table beside us. I look at her slender naked neck, it’s so sexy I bit above all the knobs of her spine, my upper lip touching into her soft blonde hair. I wetly suck behind her neck and hear her sudden response. A gasp so loud and sudden, the echo bounces off the walls. She slams hold of my muscular thighs in my pants behind her as she fights to withstand the chills my lips and wet tongue caused from kissing high above her neck.

  I girt a fistful of her hair yanking her head back nice and tight so she can feel the taut tension lines tugging the hair pores of her scalp just the way she likes it. I unmouth my lips off her and let the air touches on the wet kiss mark I left at her neck. Her fine hairs stand stiff at the back of her neck. Her fingers dig deep into the flesh of my thigh. She grabs them firm and steady and her knees bend powerlessly. I step back, her fingers loosen off my thighs and I slowly stroll my way around to her face.

  I strip her clothes off in quick, easy rips, peeling down her skirt from around her waist to the floor. Her knees slam together, showing obvious self-awareness of her half-nudity from her waist down. I allow her a couple seconds to feel naked and as the seconds ticked by her closed knees gradually open. I slide the glossy black buttons of her white blouse through each button hole, nipping open all the buttons until her blouse had an open passage from her neck to below her deep navel hole.

  She slightly pulls her face back and I could tell she felt more naked than before. I bust open the chest of her blouse in one commanding motion and swiftly slide her stiff cotton shirt off her shoulders, the collar falls back and the slim fitting sleeves turn inside-out as I unclothed her arms. She stands there in front of me in only bra and panties and the room temperature hugs her entire naked skin. I put my mouth an inch close to hers.

  “Hello, Slut,” I say.

  “Hello Sir,” she responds, her voice already husky. “I’ve been waiting for this all day.” The rattle in her voice convinced me she is a bit nervous today.

  She lungs forward to kiss my lips and I pull my head away. I scrunch my stare at her, surprised at her sudden fetch for my lips.

  “You’re being a bad submissive today huh?”

  Without further pleasantries, I take her by the neck, one strong hand gripping her slender throat and lead her to a simple bench, two slim and flat slats of board for its legs, cushioned black leather upholsters its top. She doesn’t fight. She’s learned to trust me by now.

  I bend her over the black leather seat and quickly secure her wrists and ankles in place with the wispy leather straps. A thicker strap goes firmly over her back, holding her tightly in place. I hear her breath. By the time I’ve cinched everything tight she can barely even wriggle. Her breathing has quickened. I can almost smell her anticipation. I run one hand down her back, then stand and walk to the rack on my brick wall.

  CHAPTER 2

  The rack on the wall is made of bronze wrought iron and is where I keep all my toys. The dungeon is a private one, and my collection is pretty extensive. There is a wide variety of instruments for causing pain, and just as many for giving pleasure. It’s one of these that I select – a Hitachi vibrator.

  I pluck it from the wall and settle it between Dania’s legs, the tip up against her crotch. She moans in anticipation, even before I switch the device on. I let her anticipation swell her heart for ten long seconds before I press on the power button. When I do her whole body tightens within its bonds.

  A low muffled buzz comes from the device and it vibrates hard in my grip. A shiver runs through her from head to toe. I adjust the vibration from high to medium. It buzzes a volume lower than before but the echo still swallows us in my hollow dungeon below the earth’s surface.

  I leave the Hitachi in place and select the stainless steel pinwheel, it’s a small handheld contraption with a tracing wheel at one end of the device. The tracing wheel is teethed with twenty steel pins. The perfect sensory toy to tease and torture and drive her crazy. She can feel the slightest difference in pressure when I roll it across her tender flesh. Each pin-like acupuncture needling sweetly on her naked skin. Every touch of each teeth rolling over her ignites a sharp sparking nerve under her skin, stimulating her arousal to a higher height. I choose well the areas to beautifully torment.

  Dania’s most sensitive area is the whole length of her back, and nothing turns her on more than the sensation of something sharp running down her spine. I’m happy to oblige, slowly tracing the small pointy teeth of the pinwheel over her tender back, making long lines down and weird patterns back all the way up. I run the teethy metal wheel over her ass and her belly deflates, her breathing hitches. I creep the pinned wheel over her back and ass again and across the sturdy but sensitive muscles of her upper shoulders, slowly with light pressure, again and again, listening as her breathing tightens and body squints from the metal, watching as her body tenses still further and further.

  I’ve learned to read Dania well by now, and I can tell when she’s close to coming. When I see the back of her neck begin to blush I reach down and switch the vibrator off. I remove the pinwheel. I stand back. Dania cries out in frustration.

  “Please Sir,” she moans. “Please let me cum. Please just fuck me. Put your cock in me, Sir. Please! I need it!”

  But she knows that I won’t. She knows that’s not the game. I’ll tease her. And tonight, no doubt she’ll touch herself to the memory of the orgasms I almost gave her. But I won’t push her over the brink. I won’t fuck her. That’s not the way we play.

  I’ve been training Dania for six months now. She’s gorgeous – I’ll be the first to admit that. And she’s wonderfully obedient too. She
loves to be spanked, to be bound. She’s responsive to the slightest touch. I couldn’t ask for a better submissive. Well, except for in one particular way. It wasn’t such a problem at first, but just lately she’s been begging me to fuck her.

  She knows the rules, of course. She knows that sex is not on the table. She knows that my pleasure is to torture her, tease her, deny her. But she’s becoming increasingly insistent in her pleas, increasingly demanding. I punish her when she asks too much of course, but the correction doesn’t seem to last for long.

  Sometimes too she’ll hold back. She’ll bite her lip, control her breathing, hide how turned on she is. She’ll allow herself to come without my permission.

  I punish her afterwards, of course. Deny her any play at all for a few days or a week. But it does no good. She wants to be fucked. She wants to come, and she’s becoming increasingly devious about the way that she gets what she wants.

  CHAPTER 3

  Friday is a bad day.

  Friday Dania tricks me. I have her tied to the cross, gagged and blindfolded, a butterfly vibrator strapped to her hips. I drip hot wax onto her breasts, relishing the little exhalations of pain that accompany each drop. She holds herself as still as she can within the restraints. My attention is focussed entirely on her body, and yet I only realise that she’s coming when her orgasm has begun. She might be an expert at controlling her reactions, but even she can’t stop the spasms and tightening of her muscles and shivers that come with a climax.