Anna Ixstassou is looking for the fast track to the top. Unfortunately, she found what she was looking for and is back for another session at the hands of her boss, Ewan Crest.

The ensuing story is hot and sticky as Anna is inducted into the strange world of BDSM. She loves what she finds there...maybe, too much, in fact.

A witch who just wants to be like everyone else, Anna exalts in the desire and lust that Ewan awakens within her, only hoping that she will not be forced to call upon black magic to save her before the point of no return.

Here is an excerpt:

.....My skirt was next, but I hesitated to unsnap the garter belt I'd put on that morning on a whim.

His breathing had taken on a somewhat faster rhythm and as I reached down to the clips of the garter belt, his strong hands stopped me.

"No...that...is a nice touch. Well done, in fact."

I smiled, thinking that I'd won a small victory. Then, without warning, he released my hand and with the strength of his arm, he struck my ass openhanded with a loud crack.

I nearly screamed, more with the shock and surprise of it. Although at this point, anything Ewan Crest did should no longer come as a surprise. My cheeks stung and the pain rose even as I could feel the juices within my folds begin to ooze in earnest.

It's not easy to explain, this link between pleasure and pain. I hadn't known of it just a few days ago, but now I had grown to expect to feel the two in the same moment, at the hands of my master.

I made no move to remove my heels and Ewan gave no reason for why he struck me. I didn't expect that he would. He does things on instinct, I believe. The spontaneity as much a turn on for him as his wild plans for me.

"Ok...now come with me. I want to show you something."

He pulled me by the arm, his thumb digging deeply into my forearm. I went with him, as willing as a rag doll.

We went into the separate part of his office, the part that made it more living quarters, or a suite, even. Adjoining the next room was a bathroom with a shower and a toilet, all done in heavily veined marble.

But in the middle of the piece, there was something that caught my eye and would not let go. Two small trapezes suspended in a frame of chromed tubing. There were a pair of stirrups with buckles and something else that looked suspiciously like a collar.

He felt me draw up short as I looked the thing over. I think I probably shivered, although I can't say for certain anymore, so much of what followed has become a blur in my mind's eye.

"I had this made in Bangladesh. Special ordered, according to my specs," he said, the pride evident in his voice.

I remained where I was, frozen, and hoping that whatever was about to happen wouldn't go on for too long....

Warning: Please be advised that this story of 5,250 words contains graphic sexual scenes that are described in an explicit manner. It is intended uniquely for those person of 18 years of age and older. By downloading and opening this document, you are stating that you are of legal age to access and view this work of fiction. All characters involved in sexual situations in this story are intended to be 18 years of age or older, whether specifically described as such or not.