Corsett Chronicles

I raised the paddle once again and landed it across her ass cheeks a second time. Little red circles appeared on her ass cheeks from the holes in the center of the leather paddle. She let out another scream. Then I asked her the million dollar question. One that every Dom knows that no matter how they answer, it’s a loaded question. Because if they say no, the outcome is the same as if they had said yes. And if they say yes, then how can we simply deny them what they want? So, I asked it anyway, because I’m a little sadistic in that way. “Shall I paddle you again?” I was also curious as to what her answer would be. She was crying a little when she answered. “No, mistress.” She managed to get out with a sniffle. “Are you trying to tell me how to do my job?” “No, mistress.” She cried out. “Well, you just told me that I should not to paddle you anymore. That sounds like you are trying to tell me how to do my job.” Damn, I can be a sadistic bitch when I want to be.

A steampunk novel for young adults. It's 1897: Finley Jayne is running from a vicious attack, but also from her own dark reaction to the violence. She's rescued by an orphaned duke, a misfit, who is fighting the criminal mastermind The Machinist; he has a use for her, if she will put her life in his hands and can keep control of her Jekyll and Hide nature.

Finley, who has a beastly alter ego inside of her, joins Duke Griffin's army of misfits to help stop the Machinist, the criminal behind a series of automaton crimes, from carrying out a plan to kill Queen Victoria during the Jubilee.

When Emily is kidnapped and ordered to transplant the Machinist's consciousness into one of his creations, Finley Jayne and her friends are forced to work with Jack Dandy, who compels Finley to evaluate her feelings for Griffin.

In 1897 London, sixteen-year-old Finley Jayne has no one...except the ‘thing’ inside her. When a young lord tries to take advantage of Finley, she fights back. And wins. But no normal Victorian girl has a darker side that makes her capable of knocking out a fullgrown man with one punch. . . .

I was out running errands; shopping, the bank, dry cleaning pick-up, the usual Monday morning duties. I had just done my grocery shopping and was walking in the parking lot to my car. I heard a deep familiar voice calling my name, “Melissa! Melissa!”I turned around and it was my old friend from over twenty years ago. He looked the same too! “Oh my god!” I yelled out. “You haven't changed one bit!” I never knew his real name, he had always gone as Master Azrael and he was about ten years older than I was. I'm 44 years old now, but when I was in my early twenties, I went under his wing and performed as a Dominatrix for him in his dungeon. We caught up on our lives over a cup of coffee later and he informed me that he had been in the Dominating business all this time but he was ready to retire. He had asked me if I would ever be interested in taking over the dungeon. Wow. That was a big responsibility, I thought to myself. Working for him was one thing, but taking over his dungeon and being in charge was another. I told him that I would think about it and get back to him. He gave me his card to contact him.It was late by the time I got home, but I called my best friend Julie. Julie and I had been best friends since high school. We had gone through a lot over the years together. I told her of the opportunity that had been presented to me. “Melissa!” She squealed, “Totally do it! You were your happiest when you were a Dominatrix in your twenties. And oh my god, you still look absolutely fabulous in your forties!” Julie had always been encouraging to me. “We'll discuss it over lunch tomorrow, I need to take care of Windy tonight. Her boyfriend broke up with her and she's a mess.” We said our goodbyes and hung up.

Thoughout the ages, women's breasts have been subjected to the endless whims of fashion. From the ancient Greeks to Mae West and Madonna, this light-hearted book charts the changing shapes of female beauty. The elegant and amusing images - including fashion drawings, paintings, photographs, and film stills - illustrate the often surprising history of the garments women have worn for support - and seduction.

On Sarah A. Chrisman’s twenty-ninth birthday, her husband, Gabriel, presented her with a corset. The material and the design were breathtakingly beautiful, but her mind immediately filled with unwelcome views. Although she had been in love with the Victorian era all her life, she had specifically asked her husband not to buy her a corset—ever. She’d heard how corsets affected the female body and what they represented, and she wanted none of it. However, Chrisman agreed to try on the garment . . . and found it surprisingly enjoyable. The corset, she realized, was a tool of empowerment—not oppression. After a year of wearing a corset on a daily basis, her waist had gone from thirty-two inches to twenty-two inches, she was experiencing fewer migraines, and her posture improved. She had successfully transformed her body, her dress, and her lifestyle into that of a Victorian woman—and everyone was asking about it. In Victorian Secrets, Chrisman explains how a garment from the past led to a change in not only the way she viewed herself, but also the ways she understood the major differences between the cultures of twenty-first-century and nineteenth-century America. The desire to delve further into the Victorian lifestyle provided Chrisman with new insight into issues of body image and how women, past and present, have seen and continue to see themselves.

A girl named Nikita is supposedly a queen in the parallel universe of earth on a planet called Galdarth. And when she reaches there, she is encountered by many monsters of the Dark Ages. Galdarth is a parallel world, which is ruled by the warriors called the Knights. But they do not have swords or shield for weapons; instead, they have superhuman strength that can crush mountains. Nikita has two knights who will escort her to Kingslograd, the capital of the knights. And throughout the journey, she and her guardian knights have to fight monsters and demons from the Dark Ages who want to kill her. The monsters in this world are stronger, faster, and over a hundred times deadly than monsters that were in our world.

When I was in my early twenties, I was a Dominatrix in a real dungeon. I made a lot of money and had a lot of clients. Since then I had married, had a son and been widowed. So, here I am in my mid-forties. I was out running errands a couple of days ago and ran into my old Master, who had run the dungeon I had performed at.He offered me the dungeon because he informed me that he was retiring. I had told him that I would think it over and would get back to him with an answer. I had lunch with Julie yesterday. Julie was my best friend since high school and we had been through a lot together. She told me that I should “go for it” and how fabulous I still looked in my middle age. I had gone into my closet and pulled out my box of outfits and devices that I used back then and was going through the items reminiscing about my clients and the acts I used to perform. I had even tried on my black vinyl steel boned corset and my vinyl stiletto knee high boots. Everything fit as snug as a glove. Even my black vinyl gloves hugged my hands and fingers.Today, I was going to meet with my old Master and tell him that I will take over his domination business. I felt that I knew way more things about sex and have had more sexual experiences since my twenties and it would be very fun to get back into the dominating game once again. Actually, I couldn't wait to start.I slipped on my heels, grabbed my purse and keys and walked out the door. I was meeting him at an old favorite restaurant of ours.