Mr. B by Juliet Chastain

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  • ISBN Digital: 978-1-5092-2274-2

    Page Count: 25

    Word Count: 5077

    Rated: 3 Roses

    A short, hot, bedtime read with bondage and more!

    The gorgeous Mr. B is tied up and helpless in a room of mirrors. Miss V expects to do the pleasuring, but when two minxes tie her up as well, she finds being restrained and at the mercy of two women is kinky as hell. This is bound to be an assignment Miss V will never forget.
    Kink Inc.: When the fabulously wealthy want to go wild, Kink Inc. sends Miss V to help them realize their deepest, most secret fantasies.


    As the limousine pulls away, I climb the gleaming white marble steps to the columned portico and take out the key, which Mrs. Carr gave me yesterday when I picked up the airline tickets and instructions. Before opening it, I pause to admire the enormous wood door inset with tiny mirrors in the shape of vines and leaves. I’ve never seen anything like it. I pause for a moment and take a deep breath. I wonder what awaits me inside.

    I lock the door behind me, hurry down the hallway to the right, and open the door at the far end as I was instructed. I enter a small room with walls of icy blue—what I can see of them. Mostly, they’re covered with large mirrors elaborately framed in silver. The pale gray carpet at my feet is thick and soft. There are two silver hooks on the wall. One has a single, silver clothes hanger on it. A silver mask bedecked with white plumes and glittering with sequins and pearls hangs on the other. Someone must love silver. A lot.

    As per my instructions, I strip and hang up my clothes. I put on the mask and check myself out in the mirror. People tell me I’m pretty, they tell me I have a great body, but maybe, you’re like me—all I see are the flaws. Anyway, today I don’t look familiar to myself. Part of the reason, of course, is the glittering mask and the white plumes arching gracefully above my forehead. Then there is my hair—bleached snow white. And my pussy—totally hairless. I follow directions well.

    I take another deep breath. I can’t help but feel weird about going stark naked—without even the little bit of cover of pubic hair—into a strange room in the mansion of someone I have never met.


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