Oh, I felt so delightfully dirty at my secret mantra and that my small clothes were now almost soaked I almost forgot about Miss Dawn Flynn, or that we had suddenly arrived at our destination. I repeated it softly in time with my steps. Of course I found her attractive but long ago I had been trained to manifest any anticipation, of any kind, in my…in my snatch. I struggled to keep my excitement under control, not show any outward sign, but could do nothing about the growing warmth between my legs. Even on the busy streets, before we entered the village proper, I could easily pick out her staccato, high heel steps amongst all the other pedestrians. It wasn?t as hard as you might think, you just had to know what to look for, then give them a little test.Right now Miss Dawn Flynn was passing with flying colors. It?s also where I lived, since my work was my life, yet for two hours everyday I took a break from such, to walk the village, enjoy the sun like on this fine, spring day, and possibly find new women clients. It wasn?t far from the sandwich shop at the edge of the village on West 14th to The Velvet Glove, a converted three story brownstone just a stone?s throw from Bleeker. A contemporary tale, graphic content includes dungeon scenes, tight bondage, exotic devices, Victorian costumes and slave training. This intriguing and suspenseful tale combines both the male and female domination of the submissive female. The woman has her own reasons for enticing Dawn into the world of SM, ones that could have far reaching consequences for Dawn and seriously hamper her own desire to have the D/s relationship she so desires. Smith sends her to the Solitude Tank, where suspension and sensory deprivation demand that this young sub confront her inner demons.Īs Dawn’s story unfolds, so does that of the enigmatic Mrs. On hearing of Dawn’s subterfuge, the furious Mrs. The depths of her submission are as disturbing as they are thrilling.
Once there, Dawn submits to an anonymous Dom in a rough scene that nearly breaks her. She later learns through her Mistress’s client, Janelle, that the Leather Mask is currently open in a nearby location and she is enticed to join her. Smith flatly refuses to address her questions. During her training she lives in a small bare room and is subjected to a number of masters”male and female, who teach her about the total surrender required of her new lifestyle.īut when an eager Dawn hears of the itinerant underground SM club, the “Leather Mask”, and wants to know more, Mrs. Agreeing to the club rules, she’s “forced’ into a lesbian encounter, is made subservient to the butler Wilson and his rod of discipline, and becomes the entertainment at a social event. With hopes of finding the right Dominant partner, Dawn submits to a rigorous training program. Afterwards, her imagination is filled with extreme SM fantasies and after a long weekend, she impulsively quits her job and joins the Velvet Glove, exactly as Mrs. Smith lures pretty, young Dawn Flynn into the BDSM club the Velvet Glove, the unsuspecting novice walks in on a severe punishment session, and she can’t shake the image.