Submission Therapy (FFm Femdom Threesome Erotica)

Jim and Shannon visit relationship therapist Marla, who suggests they play a game of trust. But what Jim doesn't know when he agrees to be tied up, is that this session has been long before prepared and that he is in for a long session of domination by these two women.


WARNING: This ebook is for adults only. It contains a smoking hot FFm threesome. It also might qualify as some form of couples therapy.


Excerpt:
‘So Shannon, are you ready for it?’ he heard Marla ask.


He couldn’t quite tell where the sound of her voice was coming from, as the two women were walking around him. It seemed that he heard Shannon’s answer whispered behind him.


‘Yes, I am,’ she said.


Jim braced his shoulders, ready for the slight tug that Shannon would give, but realizing that it would be hard for her to know how much he could take. He balled his fists, ready to resist if she misjudged her pull.


But instead of a sharp pull of the rope, Jim felt his girlfriends sitting down on her lap. He felt how she slid forward until she pressed her body up against his. He could smell her face close to his as her hands made her way up to his shoulders.


It was Marla’s voice, and not Shannon’s that right by his ear explained the meaning of this.


‘Jim, do you want to know why you’re really here? Do you want to know about the kind of therapy that we really offer here?’


There was something menacing in her voice that would have frightened Jim even if the contents of her whispered question hadn’t been that disconcerting. He gave a slight tug to the rope, testing whether he would be able to break it if he didn’t like whatever would come next. Shannon brought her head close to his and he could feel her breath on his ear.


‘You’re here for a lesson in submission,’ she whispered, ‘because I’ve had enough of you dominating me with your big strong body. It’s time for me now!’


He violently pulled at the rope that bound his hands, but that only caused it to cut into his wrists. Jim tried to get on his feet, but the chair was simply too heavy to pull off the ground. What were they going to do with him? He felt Shannon’s fingers crawl over his chest and pull at the buttons of his shirt. Hands, he presumed Marla’s, lazily ran through his hair. When Shannon had succeeded in opening his shirt, Marla’s fingertips made their way down. First she caressed his chest hair, but then her nails dug into his skin. Jim felt how she dragged her nails upward, leaving four traces of pain diagonally on his chest.


‘Honey, I just want you to learn to be submissive for once. It can’t always be about you,’ Shannon's sweet voice said.


‘So just for now,’ Shannon continued, ‘I want you to submit to us completely. And if you’re a good boy, we’ll let you go.’