Lady Skyy 305 Pages Published 2008
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Set in a modern urban city, the book follows the exploits of a beautiful young woman who discovers and embraces the joys of domination. Skyy had always harbored thoughts that she was no ordinary lady, that she had aristocratic, even royal blood flowing through her veins. She was a queen. When Skyy is introduced to Brandie's slave, her secret fantasies are realized. Though timid at first, Skyy quickly adapts to the sensual, seductive stimulation of pain and pleasure as a series of events places the slave at her disposal. A budding romance seems to flourish despite complicated circumstances and the realities of life.
CUSTOMER REVIEWS
The following customer reviews are taken from Amazon.com:
I think I enjoyed this one even more than "The Pampered Black Queen." This book puts a new definition on the term 'sex slave.' A beautiful, young, black woman enjoys all of the advantages of her dominant relationship with her male slave. She constantly finds new ways to satisfy her lust for pleasure enhanced by his pain. A wonderful combination of romance and raw sex.
The author's second work is even more decadently delicious than his first. You can't help but fall in love with the sensuous Skyy as she finds new ways to tease and torture her white slave to satisfy her insatiable lust for love and power through female domination. The sex is vivid, voracious, and volatile. An entertaining read for the open minded reader.
Excerpt
His tongue had slowed to match her mood. "I'm hot," she petulantly complained. "There's a clipboard on the dresser. You can use that as a fan. And hand me the ball gag. No. Never mind. Come here." She was too spent to try to sit up to put his ball gag on. Instead, she just removed one of the clothespins from his scrotum. "Tongue." He screamed when the pin came off of his balls and blindly stuck his tongue out. She nonchalantly placed the pin on his tongue and curled up in her bed for a well deserved, and much needed, long night's sleep. She was exhausted from her fantastic orgasm. He turned his back to the bed and began waving the fan up and down with his handcuffed hands.
"You can move your hands to the front," she yawned. "that way you can do a better job of fanning me while I sleep." She couldn't see the look of disbelief in his eyes under the blindfold. There was no way possible for him to work his hands down his back, over his ass and down his legs to move the cuffs to the front with the clothespins hanging on his arms and his sides and his privates. He hesitantly started moving the cuffs down his back. "That's a hundred for being so slow," she lazily murmured. He made the transition and stood there in agonizing pain fanning his satiated mistress as she drifted off to a peaceful night's sleep.
She awoke about four in the morning and glanced at her slave still on his feet fanning her. She stretched and rolled onto her side facing him. She sleepily watched his movements for a few minutes but her eyes were just too heavy to hold open any longer. "Ok, I'm cool enough," she murmured. His heart soared at the thought of being able to stop and maybe get some sleep, although that would be extremely difficult with all of the clothespins eating his flesh. But at least maybe he would be able to stop moving which made the pins jiggle and dance multiplying their painful effect. Maybe she was even going to take them off. "I don't need you any more tonight. To the dungeon." His heart plummeted. "Oh, and move your cuffs back to the back." She yawned and was again fast asleep.
Two and a half hours later, she awoke again. The inside of her mouth felt like a ball of cotton. Her sleepy hand fumbled around on the night stand until she found the remote for his shock collar. She made sure the dial was set at the highest level of stimulation and depressed the button that would send a signal to the dungeon, jerking his head around as the painful shock contracted the muscles in his neck. He struggled to find the door as his head was again jerked around like a puppet on a string.
She kept her finger on the button, pressing it every few seconds to hurry and harass her incompetent, slow ass slave. He was so damned slow. Never mind that his ankles were chained together and his eyes were blindfolded and he was not able to use his arms and his hands to guide himself because they were cuffed behind his back. That was no excuse for keeping her waiting. She was a queen. A daughter and a descendant of the great Pharaohs and Queens of Egypt. He was nothing more than a miserable slave, placed at her disposal to be used however she wished and to be punished however she wished for his obvious shortcomings.
She had the whip in her hand when he finally approached the side of her bed. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. "That's for being so slow. Now get me a glass of ice water." He had to move his hands back to the front of his body to fill a glass with ice and water. The effort was excruciating but he was quickly back beside her bed with a nice cold glass of water. She drained the water from the glass and had him pour the ice out in her bathroom sink. "As long as you're here, you can fan me while I go back to sleep," she informed him, and was quickly back to sleep.
When she finally awoke for the day, he was at the point of collapse. The sight of him blindly struggling to provide her comfort while she reclined on the bed brought a new surge of electrical energy to her groin. She touched herself and felt the power of her womanhood. Her fingers slowly began manipulating and exploring her lips of passion as the slave, unaware of her activity, dug deep into his expended reserves of strength to keep the fan moving over his beautiful mistress.
She could feel the warmth spreading down the insides of her thighs as she watched him painfully labor next to her. She could feel its heat in the tips of her erect, brown nipples. Her fingers moved ever faster as her hips began to match the rhythm. "Hand me the vibrator." Her voice was husky. Sexy. He was surprised to hear her speak but quickly found the vibrator on the night stand and blindly held it out in the direction of her voice. Crack. Crack. The whip found his bare shoulder. "Put it in my hand," she regally commanded. He felt around on the bed with his free hand until he found hers and placed the vibrator in it.
She reached up and removed the clothespin from his tongue drawing a sudden gasp of pain from his lips.
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