Slaves of Sex: Foolish Erotic Sex

?The one essential: to be pleasing. The one desire: to be dominated?? This thought-provoking collection of four stories dares to ask ? can erotic slavery be its own brand of freedom? Re-think the usual concepts of submission and domination with: An Empty Landscape Adam is saved from the coil of his mundane life when one of his friends discovers his secret notebook, and the darkest confessions of his heart written there: ?I crave loss of identity, obliteration of will. I want to become truly determined by a Master?s commands. Slavery is freedom?? I?m a Masochist A young workaholic finds his life drastically changed after an encounter with a domineering man. Suddenly he is more confident and attractive, as if his old life was just an illusion. But just as he begins to find love, he realizes there are forces stronger than his passion: his master, and his own craving for domination. La Belle Dame Sans Merci A complex web of desire spins around three men and two women, as a domineering force proves more powerful than their loyalties and sexual orientations. The Face Beneath the Mask A devoted submissive is at a crossroads when his master casts him out: ?I want a partner, not a slave? Your absolute submission is a burden. You are using me, and I want it to stop.? Is Sam Bernstein the new man for the job? *For mature audiences only. Sample: From ?I am a Masochist.? I was dazed when I awoke, and out of it. I knew what was going on as if I were seeing everything from a distance, myself included. But I was indifferent. Feeling no pain. I was naked. My hands were cuffed together around a high bar suspended over me and my feet just touched the floor. He was examining me. ?Scared?? The question was threatening and ironic at the same time. I was unable to answer. It was only when I felt him making a fist around my cock that I realized it was hard. My whole body stiffened with anxiety. Then he took my ball sac in his palm, closed it around me and squeezed hard. I gasped at first and he slapped me with his other hand, simultaneously increasing the pressure on my scrotum. I passed out? From ?La Belle Dame Sans Merci They were sitting in the back of a cab, hurtling down Eleventh Avenue over an old cobblestone section. Anne had managed it so that she was in the center between them. Ronald had the sense that she had wrapped her hand around Daphne?s long and perfect inner thigh. But he could not see from where he was, and he felt inhibited about leaning forward and turning his head in that direction and looking. Then he felt Anne?s hand gently cup his genitals, and at the same time he felt the gentle circles of her warm breath on his neck as she commanded in his ear: ?Don?t move. Relax. Let me enjoy you. I want to use you. Relax. Don?t you want to please me? I promise you will like doing what I tell you to do??