Title: MADAME GRETCHEN
Series: N/A
Author: Kayla Lords
Publish Date: 02.24.15
Publisher: Kayla Lords
Category /Genre: Erotica, BDSM
Recommended for: 18+ due to sexual content
Received from: Kayla Lords (Beta read)
Goodreads link: Madame Gretchen
Date completed: 02.26.15
Description from the publisher:
Six kinksters want to join the most
exclusive BDSM club in the area, The Iron Maiden. The first requirement?
Survive Madame Gretchen. Join them as they navigate six weeks of kinkiness led
by a sadistic, crop-wielding Domme who loves forced orgasms and demands total
surrender. Their limits will be stretched and their desires uncovered.
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This is a stand-alone novel. If you have ever visited Ms. Lords’ website (A Sexual Being), you may have read a short story there about a visit to
The Iron Maiden. She has expanded on the
dungeon with the tale of the membership process.
Since I know Kayla Lords personally
(as in I know her real name hehehe), and have spent some time with her and her
Sir, I teased her that I was going to try to match characters with some of the
real people we met…Not saying too much there.
I personally identified with one of
the characters…. so much so that it brought me to tears. No, she didn’t use me as a character, but I
think most of us would find some elements in at least one of the characters that
we will recognize in ourselves. Who do
you identify with – the Dom, the Domme, one of the switches, one of the
submissives, perhaps the baby-girl, or the rope bunny? Each of the characters is uniquely different
and represents at least one of the many general groups within the BDSM
community.
Kayla is an amazing author who is
gifted in providing an erotic tale while also giving us a kink education that
is fun for us and the characters.
Will we be returning to The Iron
Maiden in the future with Madame Gretchen?
One can only hope (littles are in charge of pouting and begging –
whatever works to make it happen!)
Grammar/editing: A – near perfect
Other Books from Kayla Lords:
- The Visitor
- The Big Game
The Sir & Babygirl series:
- The Adventures of Sir and Babygirl
- Bound by Love
As she entered the classroom, Ivory
looked around and smiled wide. Everywhere she looked there was rope. Blue rope.
Purple rope. Miles and miles of rope.
"I see you approve,
Ivory." Ivory's head whipped around to find Madame Gretchen wearing a rope
harness over a black tee-shirt.
"Ya know, that's probably the
most normal thing I've seen you wear, Ma'am." The Domme looked down at the
rope on her chest. Ivory giggled. "The shirt, Ma'am. Although the rope
looks sorta natural, too, though."
"A girl has to practice on
someone, right?" With a wink, Madame Gretchen turned her attention from
Ivory to Randy Boy as he entered, leaving the large woman alone with her
thoughts.
Ernie loved rope. He'd tied Ivory
into all kinds of positions through their long marriage. Her favorite was being
tied down to the bed while her Daddy Bear had his way with his Ivory Baby.
Ivory shivered in delight at the memory, wishing she could have such an
experience at least one more time. The slight burn on her wrists and ankles as
she struggled against her restraints. The feeling of helplessness as he bent
over her body, touching and biting where he wanted, when he wanted. She was a
"rope bunny" - at least she thought that's what it was called. As
she'd spent more time online, she'd learned about all kinds of other things
people could do with rope. Suspension was at the top of her list. Well, being
photographed in the nude while suspended was at the very top of her list. Ivory
smiled to herself, her face growing hot at her own audacity. Me, a grandmother
of two babies, gettin' naked in front of a photographer. No one would believe
it!
"Good evening, everyone."
Madame Gretchen's sultry voice broke through Ivory's thoughts. "It was
bound to happen. We lost someone this week - two someone's. Our switch friends
Mami and Pup - or Missy and Big Daddy, if you prefer - will not be joining us
again. They've had a health issue come up and will take another round of
sessions when they can. If they think I'll be easier on them or I use the same
techniques each time and can prepare for them, that'll be the surprise for
them." The Domme chuckled softly to herself. Ivory could only imagine the
sadistic plans she had for the couple when they came back through the course.
She made a mental note to text Missy to find out what the heck happened.
"Clearly, you see all the rope
laid out on the tables." The Domme made a sweeping gesture across the
room. "No one here, other than myself, is qualified to restrain anyone,
but I will teach you a couple of basic ties, and everyone will have the chance
to be restrained by me and tortured, I mean teased, by your fellow kinksters
for a few minutes. Let's begin."
Madame Gretchen took them through a
basic daisy chain tie to keep the rope organized. Ivory felt her mind slip away
in the monotony of the motions. Loop. Pull through. Tighten. Loop. Pull
through. Tighten. She could feel her body respond to the memories of days gone
by - the tightening around her wrists, the feelings of nervousness followed
quickly by excitement. Freedom of movement is a luxury people take for
granted. Restraint feels so dangerous and dirty. Ivory closed her eyes as
muscle memory took over her hands.
"I see you have a bit of
experience." Ivory's eyes flew open at the Domme's husky voice. "I
think there's more to you than meets the eye, Ivory."
She looked down at her rope, unsure
how to respond. There had always been Ernie in her mind and body. No one else
had ever made her want them before, until this small Domme. She's safe. I
could never love her the way I love my Ernie. At the realization, Ivory
felt her natural confidence and exuberance return. With a twinkle in her eye,
she smiled wide.
"Ma'am, I have no doubt you and
many others would be surprised at what I keep to myself." With a wink at
Madame Gretchen, she returned to her daisy chain, determined not to drift off
again.
The Domme chuckled, as if she had no
doubts of the surprises Ivory contained, and turned to Randy Boy as he
struggled to untangle himself from the rope.
Ivory found herself paired with the
slight man moments later as Madame Gretchen walked everyone through simple
wrist restraints using a slip knot.
"Randy, honey, what are you
doin'?" Ivory couldn't keep the amusement from her voice. The poor man was
tangled again. "Here, let me show ya."
Ivory took the rope from his hands
and wrapped it around his pale wrist. She liked the contrast between them. Her
dark skin, his pale skin. His lanky frame, her round one. She was sure she'd
hurt him if she rode him like a stallion, but that didn't stop the image from
popping into her head. As she slipped the length of rope through the loop she
made, she watched his face. The moment she tightened the rope, his entire body
tensed and then immediately relaxed as he gave himself over to the sensation of
being moderately restrained. She pulled against the rope, forcing his hand and
arm to move. A trickle of something crept up her spine at the control she had
over him. She could lead him anywhere. And he'd probably follow.
