Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, BBWs and alpha males, bdsm play, discipline, crops, spanking, humiliation, multiple partners, public sex, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Victoria’s first hours in her new master’s house have been intense ones, but she knows they have only scratched the surface. Before she has done little more than catch her breath, it’s time to meet the other submissives in the master’s household and learn just exactly what she has gotten herself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Victoria’s initiation into this tight little community will mean getting tossed directly into the center of its many different flavors of discipline and power play. By the time her first morning has come to a close, she will have a lot more to think about than why there isn’t a number on the mailbox.
Yielding Curves: The Second Trilogy follows Victoria over the course of her week as a submissive in the house of discipline run by the mysterious leader of the Tremboix Society. What begins as a hesitant experiment in the world of forbidden pleasure quickly careens into something much more serious, and the promises that they would not become too attached begin to erode. In the heat of the moment – and the moments get very hot indeed – who can say what will become possible and what will remain unattainable fantasy?
I turned just enough to catch how her face fell and reddened at the news. “I…” she began, but trailed off.
She drew a breath and stood. The legs of her chair made a scraping sound against the hardwood of the floor and she winced.
“Here,” he repeated unsympathetically, pointing to a spot at the head of the table.
She moved into place on unsteady legs and then turned back to regard us – the audience of her humiliation and punishment – with that blushing face. She reddened very attractively, I noticed with slight envy. Her cheeks took on a very soft glow and her eyes stayed very round as she watched Master.
“Tell me,” he said to her as she stood at attention.
“Tell what, sir?” she asked.
“Why did you fail the inspection?”
“I – I don’t know, sir. I didn’t know I had until you told me.”
“You know, Mary-Anne, I don’t really believe you.”
She looked at the ground, flustered and stammering. After a few seconds she fell silent and she closed her eyes. Master watched her coolly. Another moment ticked by and then she opened her eyes and raised them to meet his.
Notice: This title includes themes and passages that have been adapted from Jessica Whitethread’s His to Train series with full consent of the original author.