Femdom Training of Egon (Obedience to Mistress)
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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 exciting night of Jenny's life.
Jenny's life is dull. 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 him on display, keeping their firm young bodies in negligees and domination corsets out of his reach.
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 crossdressing. Lady Alyssa has 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.
Paul, Jenny's coworker, dances into the bedroom wearing only a leather codpiece.
Afterward, Jenny learns Lady Alyssa makes her living as off female domination training of submissive men for wealthy rich women.
She decides her relationship with her lazy boyfriend must change.
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Nadine Leilani grew up in the middle of the United States, in the middle of the 20th century, in a middle class family. Nadine absorbed sexual repression through the pores as a birthright.
Without words, warnings, or explanations, Nadine knew nudity, genital fondling, getting touched by someone else, and touching another person: BAD!
Through phone calls of long silences, embarrassing dates, never knowing how far to go without calling down the wrath of God, going too far and not far enough, marriage, and divorce.
Now Nadine loves writing about other people searching for sexual liberation.
May you all find it!
