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Warning: This audiobook contains very explicit descriptions of sexual activity including bondage, domination, group sex, wife submission, spanking, first anal sex, and more. Only mature adults who are legally able to listen to such material and are not offended by explicit content should listen to this story.

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I was tougher than that. Hell, he had spanked me during one of our sessions and I couldn't sit down for a week afterwards. I didn't say the safe word then. He’d once added weights to nipple clamps so I was actually afraid my nipples would be ripped right off! I didn’t say the safe word then. How the hell was I going to say the safe word just because I felt embarrassed or ashamed? Nothing hurt except my pride and, perhaps, my self-worth.

Frank walked around me, looking me up and down. I got the feeling it was the same look a person might give if they were thinking about buying a horse or a dog. The whole thing was so demeaning! Again, I almost said the safe word and, again, the absurdity of doing so without any physical pain seemed to make it a bad idea. I felt humiliated and ashamed and powerless, and even though we’d been kinky many, many times, I had never felt this way.

Frank said, “I think you'll do.”

I reacted oddly because I should have felt even more humiliated and more demeaned when he said that. They were the very first words he’d spoken since attaching me to the pole. Instead of being angry and humiliated, though, when he said those words, I felt an odd swell of pride.

Pride!

What the hell?

I was on my knees, completely naked except for the collar, and I kind of straightened my back up a little bit. I felt foolish for being so proud of myself for something so inherently possessive and demeaning, but I couldn't deny that that was how I felt. It was like I was preening for him, and I couldn’t comprehend how in the world I felt so happy about being treated like I was property.

“You'll do very nicely, indeed,” he said.

God! That was like a vibrator to my clit. I couldn't understand it.