I raised the paddle once again and landed it across her ass cheeks a second time. Little red circles appeared on her ass cheeks from the holes in the center of the leather paddle. She let out another scream.Then I asked her the million dollar question. One that every Dom knows that no matter how they answer, it's a loaded question. Because if they say no, the outcome is the same as if they had said yes. And if they say yes, then how can we simply deny them what they want?So, I asked it anyway, because I'm a little sadistic in that way. “Shall I paddle you again?” I was also curious as to what her answer would be.She was crying a little when she answered. “No, mistress.” She managed to get out with a sniffle.“Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?”“No, mistress.” She cried out.“Well, you just told me that I should not to paddle you anymore. That sounds like you are trying to tell me how to do my job.” Damn, I can be a sadistic bitch when I want to be. I guess it comes with the territory. I was smiling. She couldn't see me, but I was grinning from ear to ear. I raised the paddle once more and it landed across her ass cheeks again. I heard her whimper. “Are you going to cry?” I taunted her. I walked over to the wall and hung the paddle back on the hook. I went back over to her and untied her ropes from the wall and retied her wrists behind her back and tied her ankles together. I pushed her to the floor on her knees.
I raised the paddle once again and landed it across her ass cheeks a second time. Little red circles appeared on her ass cheeks from the holes in the center of the leather paddle. She let out another scream. Then I asked her the million dollar question. One that every Dom knows that no matter how they answer, it's a loaded question. Because if they say no, the outcome is the same as if they had said yes. And if they say yes, then how can we simply deny them what they want? So, I asked it anyway, because I'm a little sadistic in that way. "Shall I paddle you again?" I was also curious as to what her answer would be. She was crying a little when she answered. "No, mistress." She managed to get out with a sniffle. "Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?" "No, mistress." She cried out. "Well, you just told me that I should not to paddle you anymore. That sounds like you are trying to tell me how to do my job." Damn, I can be a sadistic bitch when I want to be.
I was out running errands; shopping, the bank, dry cleaning pick-up, the usual Monday morning duties. I had just done my grocery shopping and was walking in the parking lot to my car. I heard a deep familiar voice calling my name, “Melissa! Melissa!”I turned around and it was my old friend from over twenty years ago. He looked the same too! “Oh my god!” I yelled out. “You haven't changed one bit!” I never knew his real name, he had always gone as Master Azrael and he was about ten years older than I was. I'm 44 years old now, but when I was in my early twenties, I went under his wing and performed as a Dominatrix for him in his dungeon. We caught up on our lives over a cup of coffee later and he informed me that he had been in the Dominating business all this time but he was ready to retire. He had asked me if I would ever be interested in taking over the dungeon. Wow. That was a big responsibility, I thought to myself. Working for him was one thing, but taking over his dungeon and being in charge was another. I told him that I would think about it and get back to him. He gave me his card to contact him.It was late by the time I got home, but I called my best friend Julie. Julie and I had been best friends since high school. We had gone through a lot over the years together. I told her of the opportunity that had been presented to me. “Melissa!” She squealed, “Totally do it! You were your happiest when you were a Dominatrix in your twenties. And oh my god, you still look absolutely fabulous in your forties!” Julie had always been encouraging to me. “We'll discuss it over lunch tomorrow, I need to take care of Windy tonight. Her boyfriend broke up with her and she's a mess.” We said our goodbyes and hung up.
I raised the paddle once again and landed it across her ass cheeks a second time. Little red circles appeared on her ass cheeks from the holes in the center of the leather paddle. She let out another scream. Then I asked her the million dollar question. One that every Dom knows that no matter how they answer, it’s a loaded question. Because if they say no, the outcome is the same as if they had said yes. And if they say yes, then how can we simply deny them what they want? So, I asked it anyway, because I’m a little sadistic in that way. “Shall I paddle you again?” I was also curious as to what her answer would be. She was crying a little when she answered. “No, mistress.” She managed to get out with a sniffle. “Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?” “No, mistress.” She cried out. “Well, you just told me that I should not to paddle you anymore. That sounds like you are trying to tell me how to do my job.” Damn, I can be a sadistic bitch when I want to be.
When I was in my early twenties, I was a Dominatrix in a real dungeon. I made a lot of money and had a lot of clients. Since then I had married, had a son and been widowed. So, here I am in my mid-forties. I was out running errands a couple of days ago and ran into my old Master, who had run the dungeon I had performed at.He offered me the dungeon because he informed me that he was retiring. I had told him that I would think it over and would get back to him with an answer. I had lunch with Julie yesterday. Julie was my best friend since high school and we had been through a lot together. She told me that I should “go for it” and how fabulous I still looked in my middle age. I had gone into my closet and pulled out my box of outfits and devices that I used back then and was going through the items reminiscing about my clients and the acts I used to perform. I had even tried on my black vinyl steel boned corset and my vinyl stiletto knee high boots. Everything fit as snug as a glove. Even my black vinyl gloves hugged my hands and fingers.Today, I was going to meet with my old Master and tell him that I will take over his domination business. I felt that I knew way more things about sex and have had more sexual experiences since my twenties and it would be very fun to get back into the dominating game once again. Actually, I couldn't wait to start.I slipped on my heels, grabbed my purse and keys and walked out the door. I was meeting him at an old favorite restaurant of ours.
It had been a couple of weeks since I “inherited” the dungeon from Master Azrael… err.. I mean Miles. I had trained the girls, Ally, Meg and Sherry and Julie was helping with customer service and accounting. In the interview of the three girls, I had assessed that Ally was more on the dominant side, Meg was neutral and Sherry was on the submissive side. But, I also trained them to change up when I needed them to.In this business, flexibility was also a good quality to have. You never know when you are going to need someone to be a dominant or someone to be a submissive.I had gone shopping and bought some new devices that the dungeon didn't have. I also bought new slave outfits for the girls. I leaned more towards the halter top / mini skirt look. No panties and no bra. It was more demeaning that way. The male submissive clients always wore vinyl shorts with no underwear or just be completely naked.We had a client this afternoon, so after running some errands, I went over to the dungeon. It was a first time client and it was a male.He was a young kid, he had just turned 21 and his friends had all chipped in and bought him time with me. He had several fantasies he wanted to live out. One was being with an older woman and the other was being with two women at the same time. Both scenarios, he wanted to be dominated. After the pre-session, I gave him his vinyl shorts and told him that he had five minutes to change and to meet me back in the waiting area. The girls were already in the dungeon getting things set up.Five minutes were up and now we were all in the dungeon. He was a little guy and all use ladies towered over him. My breasts were at face level with him. I purposely pushed my breasts in his face.“What are you staring at?” I asked in my dominating voice.“Nothing.” He replied.“Did you not hear me earlier when I told you that you must always address me as Mistress?” I could tell this little shit was going to be a cocky little bastard. “Now I will repeat again and I want the truth from you or here will be punishment.” I paused and looking down at him, I asked again, “What are you staring at?”
I was out running errands; shopping, the bank, dry cleaning pick-up, the usual Monday morning duties. I had just done my grocery shopping and was walking in the parking lot to my car. I heard a deep familiar voice calling my name, “Melissa! Melissa!” I turned around and it was my old friend from over twenty years ago. He looked the same too! “Oh my god!” I yelled out. “You haven’t changed one bit!” I never knew his real name, he had always gone as Master Azrael and he was about ten years older than I was. I’m 44 years old now, but when I was in my early twenties, I went under his wing and performed as a Dominatrix for him in his dungeon. We caught up on our lives over a cup of coffee later and he informed me that he had been in the Dominating business all this time but he was ready to retire. He had asked me if I would ever be interested in taking over the dungeon. Wow. That was a big responsibility, I thought to myself.
When I was in my early twenties, I was a Dominatrix in a real dungeon. I made a lot of money and had a lot of clients. Since then I had married, had a son and been widowed. So, here I am in my mid-forties. I was out running errands a couple of days ago and ran into my old Master, who had run the dungeon I had performed at. He offered me the dungeon because he informed me that he was retiring. I had told him that I would think it over and would get back to him with an answer. I had lunch with Julie yesterday. Julie was my best friend since high school and we had been through a lot together. She told me that I should “go for it” and how fabulous I still looked in my middle age. I had gone into my closet and pulled out my box of outfits and devices that I used back then and was going through the items reminiscing about my clients and the acts I used to perform. I had even tried on my black vinyl steel boned corset and my vinyl stiletto knee high boots. Everything fit as snug as a glove.
Enjoy this eleven book collection by historical fantasy romance author Anne Renwick where you'll unravel mysteries and defy conventions in a world where danger lurks around every corner. You’ll find forbidden romance, evil villains and mad science in these gaslamp and steampunk romances... THE GOLDEN SPIDER: Mayhem and murder endanger the foggy streets of Victorian London where secrets and spies hide in a world of gaslamp fantasy. In Victorian London, Professor Lord Thornton and Lady Amanda, entwined in a web of forbidden attraction, unite to capture a killer who has stolen a clockwork spider designed to spin artificial nerves. Racing against time, they unravel a sinister conspiracy threatening both old London and the delicate balance of their clandestine romance. THE SILVER SKULL: An illegal border crossing. A fake marriage. A mad German count determined to create an army of unbreakable soldiers. Determined to avoid an arranged marriage, she stowed away inside a dirigible, only to find herself locked inside a German castle with no hope of rescue. Survival means faking a marriage to the man she was chasing – an excellent opportunity to prove herself as a spy. Except she's falling for him. THE IRON FIN: A vampiric octopus hunting selkies. A torrid love affair. Traitors who prey on those closest to them in a bid for power. Strange creatures are attacking her people, their injuries beyond her medical expertise. More than one fisherman has been tossed ashore by the waves, drained of blood, a severed tentacle piercing his flesh. To find answers, she must forge a cautious alliance with the outsider making inquiries… even if he does present an almost irresistible temptation. VENOMOUS SECRETS: Deadly secrets. A fanged monster. A device that could save lives or shatter worlds. Cait McCullough is trouble personified. Bored with exploring the possibilities of her unique biology in a laboratory, she longs for excitement. And investigating a vicious fanged creature who stalks its victims by lamplight in darkest London offers the perfect opportunity. Working with a handsome, unmarried agent? A delightful bonus. A TRACE OF COPPER: A small Welsh village. An interrupted romance. A rogue frog on the loose threatening their future. New recruit to the Queen’s agents, Dr. Piyali Mukherji is given a simple first assignment. Travel to the small Welsh village of Aberwyn and solve the mystery of a young woman’s blue skin lesion. A challenging task, for the alarming infection is unlike anything she’s seen before—and it’s spreading. IN PURSUIT OF DRAGONS: Secrets hidden inside a castle. The return of a lost love. A desperate fight to defeat the enemies who threaten their future. In a laboratory behind the walls of a castle, Natalia Zakharova Kinross, Lady of Kinlarig, hides her many secrets. But for how much longer? For not only is a medical miracle embedded within her skin, a mythological dragon prowls the grounds. And there are men who will stop at little to lay claim to both. A REFLECTION OF SHADOWS: A thief with golden eyes. The spy who loves her. A mad scientist who will break hearts to expose her secrets. Shunned for her odd eyes and an unnerving habit of slipping into shadows, Lady Colleen Stewart refuses to be caged—should she decide to marry, it’ll be for love and to a man of her choice. After all, she’d rather be racing over rooftops than waltzing across ballroom floors. So when the only man to ever tempt her heart invites her on a covert mission, she leaps into danger. A SNOWFLAKE AT MIDNIGHT: A rare manuscript. A midnight promise. A man who would steal them both away. Pressured by looming deadlines and an annoying patron, Evie Brown, academic librarian, struggles to find joy this Christmas holiday. Worse, her sick father is ready to abandon treatments and surrender to fate — a decision she refuses to accept. Delving into a medieval manuscript, she searches for answers in the distant past. A GHOST IN AMBER: A secret passageway. A tortured ghost. A love that transcends time. On All Hallows’ Eve, Lady Diana Starr is poised to uncover a lost zoological treasure when an unfortunate steam accident threatens to destroy the chance of a lifetime. Locked in a race with her arch nemesis, she must toss aside all decorum and break rules—lest he destroy her dreams. Again. A WHISPER OF BONE: Strange, secretive neighbors. Groundhogs run amok. The steep price of resurrecting the past. After years of avoiding his family, cryptobiologist Ryan Nolan returns to New Haven to investigate rumors of a dragon sighting. Yet instead of a giant mythological lizard, he stumbles upon a dead body. Connecting the murder to missing Mexican artifacts leads him on a path straight back to his long-lost love, Charlotte. FLIGHT OF THE SCARAB: A clockwork scarab. A fairy ring. A chance to reignite the past. Julia Marston discovers her estranged husband's lifeless body in a cemetery and falls into a fairy ring. A clockwork scarab takes flight. Graham Leyton, seeking stolen technology, reenters Julia's life. In a race against time, the past and present collide, leading to a confrontation that will shape their future. For fans of steampunk and gaslamp fantasy romance like Stephanie Burgis, MJ Scott, Lindsay Buroker, this is a STEAMY romance with a guaranteed happily ever after for women in STEM and the men who are their match.
Enjoy these stories by historical fantasy romance author Anne Renwick where you'll unravel mysteries and defy conventions in a world where danger lurks around every corner. You’ll find forbidden romance, evil villains and mad science in these gaslamp and steampunk romances... THE GOLDEN SPIDER: Mayhem and murder endanger the foggy streets of Victorian London, secrets and spies hide in a world of gaslamp fantasy, and matters of the heart are as mysterious – or simple – as clockwork. In Victorian London, Professor Lord Thornton and Lady Amanda, entwined in a web of forbidden attraction, unite to capture a killer who has stolen a clockwork spider designed to spin artificial nerves. Racing against time, they unravel a sinister conspiracy threatening both old London and the delicate balance of their clandestine romance. THE SILVER SKULL: An illegal border crossing. A fake marriage. A mad German count determined to create an army of unbreakable soldiers. Determined to avoid an arranged marriage, she stowed away inside a dirigible, only to find herself locked inside a German castle with no hope of rescue. Survival means faking a marriage to the man she was chasing – an excellent opportunity to prove herself as a spy. Except she's falling for him. THE IRON FIN: A vampiric octopus hunting selkies. A torrid love affair. Traitors who prey on those closest to them in a bid for power. Strange creatures are attacking her people, their injuries beyond her medical expertise. More than one fisherman has been tossed ashore by the waves, drained of blood, a severed tentacle piercing his flesh. To find answers, she must forge a cautious alliance with the outsider making inquiries… even if he does present an almost irresistible temptation. VENOMOUS SECRETS: Deadly secrets. A fanged monster. A device that could save lives or shatter worlds. Cait McCullough is trouble personified. Bored with exploring the possibilities of her unique biology in a laboratory, she longs for excitement. And investigating a vicious fanged creature who stalks its victims by lamplight in darkest London offers the perfect opportunity. Working with a handsome, unmarried agent? A delightful bonus. STEP INTO THE ELEMENTAL WEB! Steampunk adventure wrapped around a romance and threaded with biotechnology. Join USA Today bestselling author, Anne Renwick, as she takes you back into an alternate past. ELEMENTAL WEB CHRONICLES: The Golden Spider, The Silver Skull, The Iron Fin, Venomous Secrets ELEMENTAL WEB TALES: A Trace of Copper, In Pursuit of Dragons, A Reflection of Shadows, A Snowflake at Midnight, A Ghost in Amber, A Whisper of Bone, Flight of the Scarab ELEMENTAL WEB STORIES: The Tin Rose, Kraken and Canals, Rust and Steam STEP INTO THE ELEMENTAL WEB! Stories of the Elemental Web can all be read as standalones, though many prefer to begin with The Golden Spider, the very first novel. For fans of steampunk and gaslamp fantasy romance like SL Prater, AJ Lancaster and Jacquelyn Benson, this is a STEAMY romance with a guaranteed happily ever after for women in STEM and the men who are their match.
