Femdom Training of Egon by Nadine Leilani

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Femdom training of egon

Another ho-hum Friday night for Jenny. Argue with boyfriend. Report to job. Join a dominitrix training her latest male sex slave.

The private party in the Jefferson Suite starts out sedate enough, though why eight women and only one man? It soon changes into the most sexually exciting night of Jenny's life. Whipping. Forced cross-dressing. Spanking. Female domination training. Male humiliation to the max.

Jenny's life sucks. A low-paid job as a room service waiter at a swank hotel. An unemployed, live-in boyfriend who argues about everything.

The guests at Friday night's private party in the Jefferson Suite occupy a different world.

Eight wealthy, elite socialites in expensive evening gowns. Lead by the most beautiful of all, Lady Alyssa. The reincarnation of Marie Antoinette.

And one man. Egon.

For Jenny, the pinnacle of masculine attractiveness.

Handsome as a movie star. Broad shoulders. Powerful chest. Flat, ribbed abdomen. Narrow waist. A bodybuilder preppie.

Small wonder he can handle eight debutantes by himself.

However, after Jenny and coworker Paul serve the party dessert, she realizes she misunderstood the power dynamics in play.

Lady Alyssa exerts full control. The other women tease and strip Paul.

They tie his hands and gag him. Put him on display, keeping their firm young bodies in negligees and domination corsets out of his reach.

When his penis hardens, Lady Alyssa whips his shoulders until it wilts.

Even Jenny, the room service girl, gets to join in humiliating Paul.

Soon she gets the honor of spanking him, first with her palm, then a paddle.

The male sex slave training escalates to forced crossdressing. Lady Alyssa makes Egon wear Jenny's panties. The other women dress him in a bra, pink ruffled negligee, stockings and a garter belt. She makes his face up like a New Orleans streetwalker.

After this femdom humiliation, Egon gives all the women except Alyssa oral sex.

They in turn get to hold a pegging gangbang in his asshole.

Paul, Jenny's coworker, dances into the bedroom wearing only a leather codpiece. Finally, he cuckolds Egon while Alyssa taunts the male submissive.

This femdom, female domination story of male submission to femdom male sex slave training contains scenes of femdom spanking, cuckold sex, and more female domination, male humiliation.

Afterward, Jenny learns Lady Alyssa makes her living as off female domination training of submissive men, to be male sex slaves for wealthy rich women.

She decides her relationship with her lazy boyfriend must change.

Genre: FICTION / Erotica / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Romance / Erotica

Language: English

Keywords: male submissive, humiliation, femdom, spanking, female domination, submission, dominated, corporal punishment, training, dildo, orgasm, control, serving mistress, bare bottom, discipline, spanking, femme, domme, femdom, femmedomme, dominant, dominate, whip flogger, oral sex, crossdressing, obedience, flog, whip, anal play, sex, butt plug, slave owner, bondage, masochism, spanked, disciplining, rough, paddle, tiedup, hardcore, lingerie

Word Count: 13,500

Sales info:

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Sample text:

Led by Lady Alyssa, the other women clapped in time.

Lady Alyssa shouted into Jenny's ear so she could be heard over the music, "One rule, Room Service Girl."

"What's that?"

"You can't touch his dick."

That dashed Jenny's expectations of the fun.

"Why not? Because it's yours?"

Lady Alyssa smiled. "No, though I like that thinking, too. Because he's not allowed to experience any pleasure until I give him permission."

Oh. Jenny shut her mouth. She didn't want to do this. Take off the man's last article of clothing in front of these impassioned women? Remove his last vestige of modesty, when he couldn't defend himself? When he wasn't allowed to feel good himself?

Jenny looked at Egon, and couldn't break away. A man carved out of testosterone. A man who ordinarily wouldn't look twice at her, except to sign his room service bill. A Greek god. A model for Michaelangelo.

Abdomen muscles sculpted by da Vinci.

A man as far above her boyfriend Gary as the stars in the sky.

If she pulled Egon's black underwear down, Jenny realized she might never be satisfied with Gary or other boyfriends again for the rest of her life.

It would be like glimpsing Paradise for a second, then living the rest of one's life on Earth never satisfied with ordinary, simple pleasures.

Perhaps banning her soul forever from Heaven.

Like a jolt of cocaine tasting like chocolate, breathing nitrous oxide while going on a roller coaster. The ultimate thrill ride.

How could she resist?


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