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by Dr. Jane Foxx
Jane Foxx amuses herself by tormenting male admirers. In this collection of letters, she torments Bruce by telling him what she would do to him, what she would expect him to do for her, how the fearsome Cassandra might treat him, and at the same time detailing her activities with her lesbian lover.
These letters also give an extraordinary insight into Jane Foxx’s dominant character and her imagination, particularly when compared with those in her previous compilation “Letters From A Dominatrix” written to another male admirer.
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Soon, I had Cheating Bobbie remove his pajamas and kneel naked before me. Doing so made me feel vastly superior and so wonderfully sexy!
I pinched sporadically at his naked flesh. My busy scratching nails also caused him to wince, and I continued to taunt him with hurtful, hateful words.
Cheating Bobbie thrashed and twisted under my verbal and physical attack until I felt it was necessary to restrain his wrists behind his back. I used some of his favorite, silk ties from the closet to do the honors. That was a huge, sadistic thrill for me.
“From now on, you will address me as ‘Mistress’,” I told him, “and you will be my slave!”
“Mistress?” he asked.
“Say it!” I growled.
“Yes, Mistress,” Bobbie replied without hesitation.
“And you will no longer sleep in this bed with me,” I hissed. “If you’re going to stay in this house, your new accommodations will be on a small cot in the attic. We will make the necessary changes later, Slave!”
“Yes, Mistress,” my slave/husband agreed without protest.
“But first,” I added, “turn over on the bed so I can give you a much-deserved whipping!”
“Yes, Mistress,” replied my slave. He almost seemed eager, and I marveled at that fact!
I used more of Bobbie’s silk ties to re-bind his extremities, this time to the four-poster. Once he was immobilized, and spread-eagled, I renewed my heated vengeance and spent a considerable time beating his naked ass with his own belt.
I found myself smiling at his continuing distress. With each stroke he let out a howl. The overall effect was exhilarating for me, and I plodded onward with his deserved punishment.
But during my slave/husband’s extended time of correction, I noticed two very significant effects:
First, as Bobbie groaned and shuddered, I personally experienced a zinging, lustful rush, and a first-time, inner explosion of tiny, rippling orgasms. No hands needed! I was euphorically sexual as never before! I gloried in these thrilling sensations and knew I needed and wanted more. Much more! The marvels of this wondrous ecstasy and the complete power over my defrauding slave/husband were terribly exciting! I glowed with wild, unaccustomed exuberance!
The second effect I noted was that Bobbie maintained an erection all during his punishment from me. It was as if he enjoyed being intimately chastised. I found these discoveries startling, but very promising for our future together.
To my growing astonishment, I loved being on the offensive with Bobbie, and I exulted in the fact that he had no real defense to offer. So, instead of leaving my philandering husband, as many women would probably have done, I chose to stay with him. I would torment Cheating Bobbie to my continuing delight and growing satisfaction.
However, that first time, as I released Cheating Bobbie’s wrists and ankles, he unashamedly began to masturbate directly in front of me. Quickly, he was savoring an explosive climax.
I was a stunned at the sight of this unexpected activity. He was acting like a true masochistic submissive. I never would have imagined such a development.
I believed Bobbie’s personal pleasure was entirely inappropriate for the occasion. So, expedient plans were made to alter my procedures whenever his time of punishment occurred again, as I knew it would.
