Slave of the Aristocracy Series by Ashley Zacharias (Books #2-4)
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Overview: I am a postmodern woman who lives a vanilla life but expresses her erotic bondage fantasies by writing fiction.
Genre: Fiction > Erotic



A Gentlemen's Agreement (Slave of the Aristocracy #2)
Did you hear? Lady Irene is back. But she's no lady any more. And she's not back in the manor. The things she does! It's appalling. I don't know personally, of course. I'd never go near the slave kennels. But you know what slaves do. The most disgusting sex things. Any gentleman can get anything he wants from a slave. Anything. You can't imagine the kinds of things those slaves think up. Depraved things. Leading our husbands astray. Seducing them into all kinds of perverted games. Not my husband, of course. I know he's faithful to me. But all the other ladies' husbands. Can you imagine what it would be like to be involved one of the slave's after-dinner entertainments? Why, I'm all aquiver just thinking about what might go on in the billiard room. But you don't have to imagine it. Someone wrote a book about it. Atrocious. Telling all the slaves' secrets. It's pure pornography. The worst kind of smut. But that's just what I hear, of course. I'd never read such a book myself. Never. It would make me feel just so dirty. Filthy.
The Fine Art of Torture (Slave of the Aristocracy #3)
You're going to love this. Slave Irene is getting her comeuppance at last. You know all the disgusting sex things that she was doing with our husbands? Well, now she's in for it. That professor Krauss in the Art Department has got hold of her. You know about him? He's a sadist. He admits it. Says right out that he's a sadist. Says that torture is a fine art. The things he does to slaves, you wouldn't believe. Terrible things. And now he owns Irene. She's going to rue the day she sold herself into slavery now, I tell you. But she's a wily one. That's for sure. I heard that she was seen roaming around the streets free. Hanging out with the most unsavoury characters. What's that about? And I got a friend who says that she saw Irene in a doctor's office. A fancy clinic. And she didn't look any the worse for wear. I don't know what's going on in the professor's studio. I just don't know.
Owners by the Dozen (Slave of the Aristocracy #4)
You have to hear the latest. The Lady Irene scandal keeps getting worse and worse. The shock may kill me. Irene's owned by commoners now. And I mean common commoners. Working stock. Laborers who work with their hands. Auto mechanics and carpet layers and the like. Big, strong men with greasy hair and dirt under their fingernails. Not just one or two. A dozen. Imagine. A dozen commoners all getting together to buy one pleasure slave for themselves. You know what those kind of men are like. I can only imagine what it would be like to have to service a dozen of them every day. Why, you'd never get a moment's rest. They'd be rutting you day and night, day after day after day. Forcing themselves on you, one after another. These men get drunk every Saturday night and beat their own wives; and now they'd be free to beat you, too, any time they were unhappy with your service. Why, my hands are shaking just thinking about it. My heart is positively palpitating. I think I'm getting the vapors. I can't talk about this any more. I'm too upset. I'm going to have to retire to my bed and see if I can get some relief.
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Requirements: ePUB Reader, 661 kB
Overview: I am a postmodern woman who lives a vanilla life but expresses her erotic bondage fantasies by writing fiction.
Genre: Fiction > Erotic
A Gentlemen's Agreement (Slave of the Aristocracy #2)
Did you hear? Lady Irene is back. But she's no lady any more. And she's not back in the manor. The things she does! It's appalling. I don't know personally, of course. I'd never go near the slave kennels. But you know what slaves do. The most disgusting sex things. Any gentleman can get anything he wants from a slave. Anything. You can't imagine the kinds of things those slaves think up. Depraved things. Leading our husbands astray. Seducing them into all kinds of perverted games. Not my husband, of course. I know he's faithful to me. But all the other ladies' husbands. Can you imagine what it would be like to be involved one of the slave's after-dinner entertainments? Why, I'm all aquiver just thinking about what might go on in the billiard room. But you don't have to imagine it. Someone wrote a book about it. Atrocious. Telling all the slaves' secrets. It's pure pornography. The worst kind of smut. But that's just what I hear, of course. I'd never read such a book myself. Never. It would make me feel just so dirty. Filthy.
The Fine Art of Torture (Slave of the Aristocracy #3)
You're going to love this. Slave Irene is getting her comeuppance at last. You know all the disgusting sex things that she was doing with our husbands? Well, now she's in for it. That professor Krauss in the Art Department has got hold of her. You know about him? He's a sadist. He admits it. Says right out that he's a sadist. Says that torture is a fine art. The things he does to slaves, you wouldn't believe. Terrible things. And now he owns Irene. She's going to rue the day she sold herself into slavery now, I tell you. But she's a wily one. That's for sure. I heard that she was seen roaming around the streets free. Hanging out with the most unsavoury characters. What's that about? And I got a friend who says that she saw Irene in a doctor's office. A fancy clinic. And she didn't look any the worse for wear. I don't know what's going on in the professor's studio. I just don't know.
Owners by the Dozen (Slave of the Aristocracy #4)
You have to hear the latest. The Lady Irene scandal keeps getting worse and worse. The shock may kill me. Irene's owned by commoners now. And I mean common commoners. Working stock. Laborers who work with their hands. Auto mechanics and carpet layers and the like. Big, strong men with greasy hair and dirt under their fingernails. Not just one or two. A dozen. Imagine. A dozen commoners all getting together to buy one pleasure slave for themselves. You know what those kind of men are like. I can only imagine what it would be like to have to service a dozen of them every day. Why, you'd never get a moment's rest. They'd be rutting you day and night, day after day after day. Forcing themselves on you, one after another. These men get drunk every Saturday night and beat their own wives; and now they'd be free to beat you, too, any time they were unhappy with your service. Why, my hands are shaking just thinking about it. My heart is positively palpitating. I think I'm getting the vapors. I can't talk about this any more. I'm too upset. I'm going to have to retire to my bed and see if I can get some relief.
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