Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, dominant women and submissive men, bdsm play, discipline, crops, spanking, humiliation, multiple partners, and public sex. All characters are 18 or older.
Adam’s first hours in his new mistress’s house have been intense ones, but he knows they have only scratched the surface. Before he has done little more than catch his breath, it’s time to meet the other submissives in the mistress’s household and learn just exactly what he has gotten himself into. Far from being allowed to wade in slowly, Adam’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 his first morning has come to a close, he will have a lot more to think about than why there isn’t a number on the mailbox.
Lessons in Submission: The Second Trilogy follows Adam over the course of his week as a submissive in the house of femdom run by the mysterious leader of the Tunisia 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 Chris’s face fell and reddened at the news. “I…” he began, but trailed off.
He drew a breath and stood. The legs of his chair made a scraping sound against the hardwood of the floor and he winced.
“Here,” Mistress repeated unsympathetically, pointing to a spot at the head of the table.
Christopher moved into place on unsteady legs and then turned back to regard us – the audience of his humiliation and punishment – with that flushed face. He reddened very attractively, I noticed with slight envy. His cheeks took on a very soft glow and his eyes stayed very round as he watched Mistress.
“Tell me,” Mistress said to him as he stood at attention.
“Tell what, Mistress?” he asked.
“Why did you fail the inspection?”
“I – I don’t know, Mistress. I didn’t know I had until you told me.”
“You know, Christopher, I don’t really believe you.”
He looked at the ground, flustered and stammering. After a few seconds he fell silent and he closed his eyes. Mistress watched him coolly. Another moment ticked by and then he opened his eyes and raised them to meet hers.
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.