Part four of Syria's Seduction can be read as a standalone book or as part of the collection of stories from the Boudoir Sessions.
When Syria decides to learn the art of Japanese rope bondage for her boyfriend Tyson, she has no idea that the her instructor, a respected Dominatrix, will invite her and Mia to participate in a BDSM exhibition.
As the men watch Mia's amazing flexibility take the art to a new level, Syria is led on stage to soothe Mia's pain, leading to a public sex act that becomes an orgy.
In the aftermath of the exhibition, Syria begins to doubt that she is worthy of finding her long-lost father or keeping Tyson as a lover. With her Santa stripper living thousands of miles away, Syria isn't sure their love story will survive the distance and their new lifestyle.
WARNING: This story is for readers 18 and over. Contains explicit sex, girl on girl, orgy, bondage, BDSM, spreader bars, prostitution, public sex, voyeurism, fisting, masturbation, video chat sex, exhibitionism, restraints, Japanese Rope Bondage, shibari, kinbaki, restraints, dominance, submissives, and contortionism.
The Goddess of Bondage is the fourth of The Boudoir Series of erotic stories featuring Syria and her photography studio adventures. Learn more about the series at starlacole.blogspot.com
Story length: 20,000 words/75 pages.
Excerpt from Goddess of Bondage:
A gong sounded from somewhere, and all three bound girls were lowered. Syria stayed near her friend, not caring anymore if she was breaking tradition. Madam removed the ropes, letting Mia down slowly. All the submissives groaned in relief from the bindings.
Syria rubbed her hands along the red marks. Mia opened her eyes, piercing with need, and this brought Syria over the edge, forgetting she was on a stage, that strange men sat only a few feet away, and that the Madam presided over them like a statue, disapproving and stern.
Syria focused on Mia, who sat up and untied Syria's halter. The gossamer fabric fluttered away. Syria embraced her as Mia pushed her down, back to the familiar, her friend and lover. She kissed the red marks, and her tongue could feel the groove of the indentions. "My Mia," she whispered on her skin.
But Mia was impatient and thrust against her, crying out. The music came down to a soft undertone so the room could hear.
The attention was intoxicating. Mia's arms were weak and began to tremble. A man approached and slid a soft length of silk along her rib cage and her hips, quickly tying a simple cradling suspension that took her weight off, looping it through the dangling hook above.
Mia relaxed and now swung freely over Syria, nipping at her ribs and exposed breasts, moving down to tug on the skirt.
Syria lost her concentration and realized where she was, lying on a stage in a room full of strangers, her clothes coming off before them all.
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