Author: Lou Condor

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The Lusts of the Dominant Female

Married or single, the sado-masochistic female turns her partners into warped salves of carnal lust. This scientific, documented volume presents CASE HISTORIES of a female flagellant, spanking wife, masochistic husband and many others.

Read about clubs for DOMESTIC DISCIPLINE, MARITAL TRAINING, SUBMISSIVE HUSBANDS--and those bizarre DOMINATION GAMES! The masculine female is herewith exposed as a creature of compulsive domination who makes men her playthings of perversion.

CASE HISTORIES!

Excerpt:

Mr. X. is a thirty-year-old head of a successful business which he inherited from his father. He is married and holds a high position in the community in which he lives and has his business. He has three lovely children.

Once each month, Mr. X. telephones a girl he knows and makes an appointment for him to visit her. He arrives on time and is immediately escorted to a large, beautifully furnished room. A stunning brunette with flashing green eyes is waiting for him.

As Mr. X. enters the room, the haughty beauty, is standing before a full length mirror. She is dressed elegantly, if strangely. Her costume consists of a black corset which squeezes her middle so that her full breasts almost escape their confinement.

Her legs are covered up to her knees in long, black, shiny patent leather boots. The heels are at least nine inches long so that the lady moves precariously as if on tip toes. She holds a riding crop in her hand and is flicking it against her black-stockinged thighs in obvious annoyance at being kept waiting. (Yet Mr. X. was on time.)

Mr. X. stands at the threshold, shivering and quaking before the anger flicking in the young woman's eyes. The door behind him is quietly closed. Mr. X.'s face pales and reddens alternately, as he stares at the seething woman staring malevolently at him.

The girl minces her way on her tottering heels to where Mr. X. is standing.

“You're late!” she announces angrily.

Mr. X. knows he is not late, but he meekly nods his head. “I-I-I am sorry, Rose. I couldn't help it.”

The last word came from Mr. X.'s lips in a choking gurgle. He is literally choking with fear. His eyes follow the girl's hand flicking the whip apprehensively. He loosens his collar and unties his tie. The room has suddenly become unbearably warm.

“Take off your clothes,” the girl demands. “You've been a naughty boy. And you must be punished!”

The arrogance of the girl's manner. The man quails before it. He begins to do as he is ordered to do. The tie falls on the floor. This is followed by his shirt. Suddenly, there is a swishing noise in the room.

The man lets out a choked scream. His shaking fingers works at the buttons of his shirt. It, too, falls on the floor. His eyes follow the course of the riding crop as it rises into the air and descends in its swishing course.

Now Mr. X. is unbuttoning his trousers. He steps out of them hurriedly and takes a step near to the girl. He could hear her hoarse, angry breathing. He is now in his undershirt and shorts.

The whip arcs in the air and curves its way down. The man gasps and cries out. This time the crop has found its mark. A crescent shaped red weal appears on Mr. X.'s shoulders.

“You're not hurrying as I told you to do,” the beauty chides.

“You'll get a stroke for every minute longer that it takes you to strip down to the buff.”

Mr. X. steps out of his shorts and pulls the undershirt over his head. The girl stares at him in disdain. She leisurely minces over to a large chair and sits down. She beckoned to Mr. X. still standing by the door.

“Come here, my slave!”

Mr. X. runs quickly and kneels at the girl's feet.

“Kiss my boot!”

Mr. X. bends down and kisses first the toe of one boot, then the other.

“Kiss them again!”

Again Mr. X. kisses the girl's boots. He is shivering with excitement.

“Do you like what you are doing?” the girl demands.

Mr. X. shakes his head enthusiastically.

“Oh yes. Yes, my Queen. I love worshipping at your feet. I live only for these moments when I can adore you.”

Mr. X. again bends and begins licking the girl's boots, first now, then the other. His manner is completely servile and subservient.

The girl pulls away from Mr. X. and goes across the room. Mr. X. remains squatting on the floor. He watches her and waits for his next command. The girl turns and speaks harshly. “Now crawl over here to me. On all fours. And quickly!” She raises the riding crop threateningly.