Présentation de l'éditeur
- This Kindle version is beautifully illustrated with unique vintage erotica pictures.
- Includes Linked table of contents.
- Bonus addition of three excellent essays on The Art of Sex - On the biological and cultural evolution of human sexuality and how we can use this knowledge to enhance our sexual relationships.
FROM THE BOOK:
"With a palpitating heart I found myself in the presence of the mistress of all this splendor. On my entrance she started with a smile of pleased surprise, almost of recognition.
'You have found your way already to the whipping-room. And on what charge? For participation in a crime so wicked and at the same time so disgustingly obscene, I cannot pollute the ears of those present by even hinting at its nature. Such deeds, though nameless, require public and exemplary chastisement. It is now my painful duty to see if I cannot scourge that demon out of you. - Fetch two of the No. 6 rods, and unlace her, if necessary.'
They laid hold of me, despite my prayers and tears, one held my hands above my head, while the other opened my dress behind, and stripped off skirt, petticoats, and drawers; then with one shameless drag she furled up my shift in front and rear, and pinned it over my shoulders.
The next moment I was forced upon my knees on the block, with four hands grasping my arms and pressing my neck down. The breeze from the sky-light fanned my back, and I felt that the eyes of all present were riveted on my naked person. Could it be that I was thus subjected to such indignity? Though my arms were squeezed, I felt it not; all my sensation seemed to have retreated to another quarter. My skin is so tender that even when bathing I tremble to expose it, and here was I fixed as in a vice, with nothing intervening between that thin skin and the murderous implements behind me.
A pause, it seemed to me an hour long, ensued, till my spine grew cold as ice twixt fear and waiting. Something had rattled on the floor, but the sound had died away, and still the expected blow came not. I looked round with half a hope Martinet was leisurely re-adjusting a bracelet on her rod arm, her eyes the while devouring my form with a wild impassioned gaze like a lover's.
Can she be relenting? Alas the brows contract - the grasps of the holders tighten on my arms - Nature cannot endure the pain; I struggle to my feet, my shrieks rival the loudest howls of Patty. ....
Fear and shame were both gone: it was as though I was surrendering my person to the embraces of a man whom I so loved. I would anticipate his wildest desires. But no man was in my thoughts; Martinet was the object of my adoration, and I felt through the rod that I shared her passions. The rapport, as the magnitisers have it, was so strong that I could divine her thoughts; had she wished me to turn my person full front to her stripes, I should have fought and struggled to obey her. Then, too, there was a thrill in a certain part, I knew magnetically, of both our persons, which every fresh lash kept on increasing. The added pang unlocked new floods of bliss, till it was impossible to tell in my case whether the ecstasy was most of pain or pleasure. When the rods were changed, I continued to jump and shout, for she liked that, but - believe me or not - I saw my nakedness with her eyes, and exulted in the lascivious joy that whipping me afforded her."
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