Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80903 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
To be perfectly honest, the clothing made her think of something she might wear to a fetish club—she ought to know, since she had visited one several times following her divorce. Unfortunately, it had been a disappointing experience both times, Kaitlyn admitted to herself.
After all the fantasies she’d had and all the BDSM books she’d read, the real thing was actually a let down. The people who frequented the club just seemed…ordinary. Half of them didn’t even bother to dress up, which irritated Kaitlyn to no end. And the other half were just too extreme.
She had seen a few interesting things—one was a display of a Dom flogging his sub with various implements and then giving her aftercare following the show. Kaitlyn hadn’t particularly cared for the whipping part, but she had liked watching the way the sub snuggled against her Dom as he cradled her in his arms, murmuring soothing nothings in her ear and rubbing cream into the reddened skin of her ass. The intense connection was clear between them—it was the kind of deep, intimate communication Kaitlyn had always longed for with a partner.
She’d also attended an eye-opening lecture on how to train your sub when she’d gone to a “Femdom Friday” event. The Domme giving the lecture had demonstrated various methods of punishment including whippings with a paddle or locking your sub’s cock up in a small metal cage that fit around his penis and balls. She had also used an industrial-sized roll of cling-film to bind her sub to a pole before beating him soundly with a cane while he groaned his pleasure at her rough treatment.
The display had been interesting to Kaitlyn…but not arousing. Honestly, though she was extremely interested in the Kink community, that kind of thing wasn’t for her. She didn’t like the idea of beating or hitting a sub—though she could definitely get into some light bondage. Tying a sub’s hands above his head and blindfolding him so she could tease him with feathers and fur sounded immensely appealing—“sensation play,” it was called, and Kaitlyn would have loved to try it.
There were other things she wanted to try too, but Mark, hadn’t had any interest at all. Kaitlyn had often thought that if you looked up the word “vanilla” in the dictionary, you would find a picture of her ex staring back at you. He’d tried to shame Kaitlyn for her desires, which she had suppressed for years. But eventually she had realized that life was passing her by, and she wasn’t getting what she wanted out of it.
Matters had come to a head when she’d found out that Mark was cheating on her with a twenty-year-old intern at his work. She had filed for divorce and promised herself to pursue her secret desires…but so far, she hadn’t found what she was looking for.
I don’t want to beat or hurt or humiliate anyone, she thought, looking down at the strange but sexy outfit she was wearing. She also didn’t want to make her male sub dress up like a girl—that practice, which was called “Sissyfication” or “Feminization”—didn’t appeal to her. What she actually wanted was just to be in charge in the bedroom—something Mark would never tolerate.
Then again, he’d never wanted to do anything but missionary-style sex with the lights off—which invariably ended after one or two minutes of thrusting and grunting that did nothing for Kaitlyn. She craved hours of kinky foreplay—role reversal and power play—and a man who wanted desperately to pleasure her. But to be honest, she would have settled for a guy who would let her blindfold him or be on top once in a while. Was that too much to ask?
Well in this dating scene it certainly seemed to be. Kaitlyn had only been divorced a year and already she was beginning to think she was going to be single the rest of her life.
None of the human guys she’d met on the dating apps had any interest in participating in what Kaitlyn had learned was called “Gentle Femdom”—a female-led sexual relationship without pain or humiliation. They either thought of themselves as “Alpha Males” who would never let a woman take the lead, or they went too far in the other direction and wanted her to dress them up in lingerie and degrade and humiliate them. Why was it so hard to find something in the middle?
And as for dating one of the huge Kindred warriors she worked with aboard the Mother Ship, every single one of them was Alpha to the core. As nice as they were, she couldn’t imagine any of them wanting to submit to her in the bedroom…
“You look fucking hot…Mistress.”
Braze’s deep, growling voice made her look up in surprise. She’d almost forgotten the big Beast Kindred was there, she’d been so busy thinking about the sad and hopeless state of her love life. She saw that he was turned around in the pilot’s seat and staring at her, his golden eyes blazing.