Reader Advisory: These stories are for mature audiences only and feature intensely erotic situations, BBWs and alpha males, bdsm play, discipline, crops, spanking, humiliation, multiple partners, public sex, submission and dominance. All characters are 18 or older.
Victoria has always been curious about the kink lifestyle, but her exposure to it with her current partner has been a bit limited. But after an eye opening experience with couple acquaintance within the scene, Victoria and David apply to become members in the highly exclusive Tremboix Society, a BDSM network of the city's most powerful and influential. Rather than questionnaires or resumes, the Tremboix uses only one metric to assess potential couples: the worthiness of the submissive. So it is that Victoria finds herself standing alone before a gathering of the city's most powerful and sexually dominant men with only one task: obey.
Yielding Curves: The First Trilogy follows Victoria along the initial steps of her sexual self-discovery, first at the hands of her partner, then on the public stage of the Tremboix Society, and finally into the house of discipline established by one of the society's most prestigious members who, intrigued by Victoria's charms, makes a rare offer to train her personally over the course of a week.
"And you, too, Deanna. My thanks for seeing Victoria in."
The girl rose and backed towards the door.
"I know you dislike the task," he added before she had left, "But yours is such a warm personality. I couldn't think of having the other girls do it in your place when I want our newest guest to feel welcome."
She blushed deeply at the compliment, her eyes fixed on the floor. "Thank you, Master," she said softly.
He nodded in dismissal and she left.
Slowly, as though he could sense my impatience, his deep charcoal eyes turned towards me.
"Victoria," he said simply, "I'm glad you could come."
"Master," I responded, eager to try the new form of address.
He smiled. "You've heard that word, have you? Good. We'll teach you the meaning of that word very thoroughly before you leave here."
A slight shiver ran down my spine. God, was I already wet?
He stood and walked over to me. "I like a new toy that arrives early in the morning," he said. "There is so much time left in the day to try it out."
He laid a finger under my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. With a slight pressure, he bid me stand and I rose to my feet, my eyes never leaving his.
"You've been on my mind a very great deal over the past twelve hours," he said to me.
The number surprised me. Had it really only been that long?
"I'm usually such a patient man," he went on, sliding a finger beneath the strap of my top, just brushing my skin. "What is it about you that so undermines my self-control?"
I trembled slightly at his touch and the tone of his voice. His words were deep with intensity, and yet I did not believe him for a moment when he said his self-control was compromised. He seemed to have so much of it that it bled over and controlled me, too, without him being entirely conscious of it. Simply having him standing in front of me, looking and touching me, was enough to paralyze me until next he told me to move.
"And all nicely wrapped," he murmured. "I can always tell an outfit chosen with care. We'll put these clothes somewhere safe for the week. I wouldn't want them to wrinkle."
His gaze held mine as he began to strip my clothes from me. A slight blush rose to my cheeks but I did not break eye contact. My God, he didn't beat around the bush. There was the slightest hint of a challenge in his deliberate movements. I am making you naked in front of me, his eyes were telling me. There is no secret or thought or emotion you possess that I cannot choose to uncover. You walked in my door, knowing who I was and what I wanted, and now you will be utterly mine.