No man can resist the strippers at Emerald Lights. They'll empty your wallet and leave you broken and whimpering. But whatever you do, Don't Touch! Or you'll find yourself learning your place...the hard way. You'll be taken down to the dungeon and left in the dark a few hours first, just to think about things. Then you'll be introduced to Zayta, head bouncer and former Eastern European commando. She'll take your clothes and your pride. You'll beg for the privilege of licking her boots and kissing her whip, and oh, how you'll suffer on the way!
Zayta delights in her games and she plays them every night. The club's owner, Shea O'Halloran likes her boy toys, too. Her male strippers double as her caged and collared pets, and Max Carlucci is her latest victim. He's a tough as nails former wrestler, but one flash of her green eyes is enough to bring him to heel. She establishes a chain of command immediately, making him strip naked as part of his job interview for a bouncer position.
Max gets the job along with a long list of impossible rules. She gives him a taste of punishment on his bare ass. Max is hooked, but what to do when Zayta wants him, too? Can one man survive a tug of war between two mistresses? How far will they go to make him theirs? Max has no option but to submit, serving the whims of each, all the while watching the parade of men coming in each night and ending up in the dungeon.
Contains heavy Femdom Bdsm, fetish clothing, bondage, humiliation, corporal punishment, whipping, gags, chains, cuffs, caging, CBT, water sports, forced m/m, degradation, male slave training.
I thoroughly enjoyed this story of two dominant women. This story includes humiliation, including some forced homosexual interaction, and punishment. I enjoyed the interplay of relationships. It's not just another cruel man-hating woman out for revenge story. Dub Parker, Reviewer
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November 30, 2009
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Excerpt from Kissing Her Whip by Rose Thornwell
They didn't call her anything but Zayta--or Mistress Zayta, depending on the relationship. If she had a last name, she'd left it somewhere over the ocean, in the nameless Eastern European country from which she hailed. Some people said she was spawned by hell itself and got too strong for the devil. The important thing is where she was now: at the Emerald Lights, the hottest adult club in town working as head bouncer and if you were looking for a fast road to disaster, you were welcome to put her to the test.
Occasionally men did, the drunk and foolish ones, thinking that a tall, lithe brunette with such striking features could never kick ass like a man.
Toby and his fraternity buddy Paulie were two of the drunkest--and the most foolish. They were to receive the lesson of their lives.
Zayta left them tied to a couple of chairs in the basement to sober up before dealing with them. She always did it that way, giving them time to think, time to get good and scared. And they should be scared, too. Technically, this kind of thing could be construed as kidnapping, but it was only for a few hours and in Zayta's mind, they had it coming.
They'd broken the rules big time by trying to grab one of the dancers, a little blonde who could hardly defend herself. Zayta had two assistants, but as usual, she would do the heavy work herself. Few men, even the tough ones she hired could keep up with her. One of them, in fact, would be fired by the end of the session for failing to keep up with the woman's strenuous demands.
To begin with, Zayta took the pair of fraternity boys into custody. As always, she struck like lightning. She had several black belts and she'd served in a unit of the armed forces in her former homeland known ominously as the Black Wing.
Toby, the redheaded young man had moved for the dancer first. Zayta came out of nowhere and twisted his arm up behind his back.
"Don't fight this," was her advice, her accent thick and guttural. "Or I'll snap you in two right here."
For the most part her English was quite good, though on occasion she confused her idioms. The results could be comical, not that anyone dared laugh at her.
Upon Zayta's command, one of the assistants immediately put him in plastic cuffs and took him downstairs to the basement holding room. Meanwhile Zayta grabbed the other one by the back of the neck in an iron grip. Paulie grimaced and went down on his knees. He'd been trying to touch the dancer in imitation of Toby and had likewise failed.
Zayta bent her head to speak to Paulie, quietly enough for only him to hear. "You made a mistake. Before you go home, you will beg to lick this stripper's ass, but you'll lick your friend's instead. Now I suggest you come with me very quietly or I will make you regret the day you were ever born to your miserable whore of a mother."
He was too shocked to resist. Downstairs he went, to the waiting empty chair. Toby was wide eyed in fear, already secured to a chair next to it. Zayta laughed, seeing he'd pissed his pants. "Big man," she mocked. "Not so big now."
"My father has money, please," said Toby, sensing the trouble they were in. "Let us go."
Her laugh chilled the blood of all within hearing range. "Your father's money won't help here." She tied Paulie down. "You will go when I say. Not before. Feel free to scream, by the way, the walls are sound proved."
Sound proof, she meant to say.
With that, she left them, taking care to turn off the lights on her way out. To her satisfaction, she heard whimpering from inside as she bolted closed the door.
It was well after two in the morning when she returned with her two assistants, Niko and Gray. Niko was a former wrestler, stone faced with icy eyes. Gray was quiet with silver hair, slighter of build, but merciless in a clutch.
"How are my guests getting along?" Zayta asked, turning the lights back on.
The pair squinted in the harsh light. Both had soiled their pants by now. They looked haggard to say the least.
"Let us...go," Toby said attempting to sound fierce.
Zayta strode up to him. She wore black leather pants, a tight leather jacket and high heeled black boots. Her long hair hung in a braid down her back. Though she wore no makeup, her cheeks were finely chiseled and defined, lending her an air of regal, if ice cold beauty. "Or else what?"
Toby pulled back in the seat, wanting no part of her games. "Stay away from me," he declared.
She grabbed his hair in her hand. "Why should I? You show no respect for the women here, so I give to you none in return."
He gritted his teeth, powerless to stop her as she tore open his shirt, sending the buttons flying. "Untie this one here," she pointed. "Let's see what use we can find for his mouth."
Toby was quickly released. Zayta ordered him to strip naked. He was too frightened to disobey.
"Hands on your head," Zayta snapped when he tried to cover his crotch.
"Wh--what are you going to do?" Toby asked as she put on a pair of Latex gloves.
"You will speak when spoken with, little man," Zayta slapped him crisply. "Is that clear?"
"Y--yes." There was a red mark on his face.
"Don't you say yes to me," she fumed. "It is always 'Yes, Ma'am,' you little worm."
"Yes, Ma'am," he croaked, trying to avoid further punishment.
Zayta grabbed his cock. He protested with a moan, a mix of joy and distress. "Do you like being touched against your will?" she wanted to know.
He shook his head no.
"Neither do the dancers, you bad little boy." She masturbated him, making him shudder. Toby quickly lost track of everything with the exception of what she was doing, running her hand up and down his thick, purple and red rod, the rubbery material squeaking ever so slightly.
"Do you want me to stop?" she asked when she had him past the point of no return. "Just give me the sentence."
His toes curled on the cold floor. Did she mean give her the word?
"N--no," he said, ashamed. "D--don't stop."
It felt too good. It was the best his poor cock had ever had, even better than pussy.
Zayta pinched his nipple cruelly. "What did you say?"
"No, Ma'am," he wailed, correcting himself.
"Open your mouth," she ordered.
He was panting. Zayta stopped playing with him and began exploring his mouth, like he was a horse. She was five foot seven and he was an inch taller, but there was no mistaking who was in charge. Toby submitted to the demeaning inspection, the two bouncers watching and his own friend, too.
"Do you like to suck dick, cowboy?" she asked.
"N--no, Ma'am," his eyes showed a combination of revulsion and dread fascination.
"I'll make you a deal," Zayta smiled. "I'll let you both go right now, if you get on your knees, go over there and suck your little friend's cock until he comes."
The blood drained from his face. This had to be some kind of nightmare. Any minute now he'd wake up in his bed back in the frat house, disoriented, hung over, but totally safe. "M--ma'am," he protested. "I can't do that."
Zayta cupped his balls. She shook her head sadly. "Oh, well, you can't say I didn't give you a chance."
She snapped her fingers. "Chain him up," she ordered her men.
The two bouncers grabbed Toby's arms and dragged him to the center of the room. There were chains hanging down from the ceiling and leather cuffs. They bound his wrists in the cuffs and held them over his head. The chains were on a pulley operated by a winch. Zayta turned on a switch, raising the chains and increasing the pressure.
Toby howled, pulled onto his tip toes, stretched as uncomfortably as if they'd put him on a medieval rack. He thought his body would be torn in two. His balls felt like they were going to explode, too.
"I hope you are watching," Zayta said to Paulie, still trembling in his chair, still fully clothed. "You, too, will have a chance to get the two of you out of here, but it won't be something as easy as cock sucking. Your friend blew that chance. You will have to make a more difficult choice."
Paulie didn't dare think what she could have in mind. He'd give anything to get away from here, up to and including his brand new sports car.
Gray handed Zayta a whip. It was a leather one used on horses.
Zayta looked at Paulie. "Shall I whip his ass," she inquired casually. "Or his dick?"
Paulie's teeth chattered. Surely she didn't want him to make the choice? He shrugged stupidly.
"Tell me, quickly," she said. "Or I'll do both."
Paulie swallowed. His mouth was so dry. He couldn't imagine anything worse than having his privates lashed. "A--ass," he managed to sputter.
She shook her head, clucking her tongue. "Bad boy, you forgot to say Ma'am."
Zayta struck at Toby's cock. He screamed at the top of his lungs.
Paulie screamed, too. "Ma'am, Ma'am, Ma'am," he was saying. "Please, I'm sorry, I'm saying it now, Ma'am, don't hurt him like that. It was my fault."
Toby hung limp in his bonds, still whimpering in agony. Zayta pressed the whip to his lips. "Kiss it," she ordered, ignoring Paulie for the moment.
Toby's lips were desiccated and cracked. They trembled like a leaf as they pressed to the leather. "Lick," she said next.
He did so, in utter misery, tasting the bitter leather, wetting it with his saliva.
"Does my little whip taste better to you than a dick?" Zayta wondered. "Oh, I forgot, you never sucked one. You're too good for that, aren't you. You're a big man, you touch small women when they can't protect themselves. Maybe I'll cut off your cock and then you won't want to do that anymore, huh?"
He shook his head, no, as strenuously as he could manage. He couldn't get any words out of his mouth.
Zayta just laughed. She was in her element. "I think we'll whip your spoiled ass now, would you like that better?"
He nodded yes, a broken man, not believing he could have been lowered to this in such a short amount of time. To think he fancied himself a player, a natural master of females.
"What? I didn't hear anything?"
"My ass, Ma'am," he whispered. "Please...whip my ass instead."
"Whip it like a dog?" she wanted him to specify.
"Yes..." tears stung his eyes. "Like a dog, M--ma'am."
"Untie the other boy slut," Zayta ordered the bouncers, much to Toby's chagrin. "Let him do the job."
Paulie soon found himself free, though he'd as soon be back in the chair. No sooner did the men drag him over to Zayta then he begged piteously for her to let them both go.
"We're so sorry, we didn't mean it. We were drunk. We've suffered enough, Ma'am."
"Suffered enough? No, I don't think so," she shook her head, thrusting the whip into his hand. "Not by a far shot. Now either you whip your friend, for real, or I'll have Niko do it to both of you, and believe me, Niko won't play games."
"It's okay, Paulie," said Toby weakly. "Do it, just get it over with. I know you're still my friend."
"Bravo," Zayta applauded mockingly. "Such a brave boy. But don't forget, little man," she said to Toby. "That he is only doing this to save his own ass from a whipping. Some friend, eh?"
Paulie blubbered, dreading what he was going to have to do. "I'm sorry, man, I'm sorry."
"Stop being a baby," Zayta pushed him into place behind the helpless Toby. "Act like a man for once in your life. Swing the whip and make your little boyfriend howl."
Paulie cowered as he held the whip. "I--I don't know how to do it."
Niko snorted, echoing the general disgust among the three bouncers.
"In that case you better learn fast," Zayta advised, showing no sympathy, "or I'll get out my little electric tools and we can really have a time together."
Seconds ticked in Paulie's head. The walls were closing in. He was trapped in more ways than one. Christ, why was he so turned on? This was a living hell and he was acting like it was some kind of sex club. Toby's right, he thought, I have got to get this over with so we can get out of here before she makes us crazy.
Here goes nothing...
Paulie bent back his arm and let loose, a tentative hit between Toby's shoulder blades. Toby stiffened, wincing.
"Buddy, are you okay?" Paulie gasped.
Toby didn't answer. There was a mark on his back, a tiny red one.
"Harder," complained Zayta, not at all satisfied. "This is not a picnic, this is punishment for sluts!"
Paulie had no choice. He lashed out a second time, lower on the back, leaving a large red welt. Toby cried out. "Better," Zayta approved. "Now ten more."
"No, please," said Toby. "Please, Ma'am, no."
"You are a disgusting specimen," she shook her head in disgust. "No tolerance for pain. Make it twenty strokes," Zayta changed her mind.
Toby's body reacted to a fresh blow. The whip had caught him across the back, along his spine. Paulie apologized again, as if it could possibly make any difference. Zayta told him to keep going. He obeyed, laying down hit after hit, the leather whistling through the air, finding its target with ever increasing accuracy and aplomb.
Paulie had sweat beading on his forehead. His eyes had a terrible light, he was clenching his teeth. Zayta stood in front of Toby, who had ceased his writhing and was once more hanging almost lifeless. Only the look in his eyes and the steady, shallow breathing betrayed that he was still in the land of the living.
"I'm disappointed," she grasped his limpid cock. "You seemed so energetic before." Zayta made him hard and pulsing in her hand. She manipulated his flesh, expertly handling his balls and the long, snake-like shaft.
She waited until he was fully erect to squeeze. She did it hard enough to make the veins on his forehead stick out. He cursed under his breath. "Such blue language," she teased. "From a college boy."
Zayta ordered Paulie to continue with the whipping while she continued to taunt Toby with light caresses. She crossed his pain and pleasure signals, making him unable to distinguish.
"Do you want me to stop?"
"Yes," he gasped. "No...I don't know."
"No," she agreed. "You don't know. You know nothing and you are nothing."
Paulie delivered the last of the blows. "Good boy," said Zayta. "Now take off your clothes and come to Mistress Zayta."
He shivered as he pulled off his clothes.
"Not like that," barked Niko as the hapless frat boy began to walk. "On your hands and knees."
Paulie got down on all fours on the dirty floor, and crawled to Zayta's feet.
"Kiss them," she ordered.
He pressed his lips to her leather boots.
"Lick them clean," she said.
He bathed them, applying a shiny gloss. "Very good, slut," she praised. "Consider that your warm up."
Zayta had a collar that she attached around his neck. It was heavy steel, a choke collar. She pulled it tight. "You'll suck dick now, won't you, slut?"
He nodded yes, eyes bugging. Zayta pulled him toward Toby's erect cock. "Aren't you the lucky one," Zayta said to the hanging prisoner. "You get a free blow job out of the deal."