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A Slavegirl for Miss Margaret 1: Caitlyn's Lesbian Abduction cover art by Aster Zhen, buttocks and legs of young woman, sexy, lingerie, heels, brunette, erotic lesbian kidnapping

Be the first to start reading my new series, A Slavegirl for Miss Margaret! Book one, Caitlyn’s Lesbian Abduction is available now from the following retailers:


Miss Margaret loves women—loves them so much, she’s been keeping one prisoner! Today, it’s time to make a choice. Will she let Caitlyn go, or will she keep her a slave for life? A 4000 word (16 page) story of lesbian sex, suspense, and power play!

Warnings: lesbian sex, oral, anal, breathplay, Mistress/slave, dubious consent, lesbian erotic kidnapping. Contains very strong language and explicit sexual content between adults aged 18 and over. Adult-only themes may offend or disturb some readers.

If you love lesbian slave erotica, you’ll love A Slavegirl for Miss Margaret: Caitlyn’s Lesbian Abduction!


“I brought you a present,” I sing out.

The door swings open. Cate is right where I’d left her, on the floor, her back against the bed.

“Mmph,” she mumbles.

I crouch down, balancing on the balls of my feet as I unbuckle Cate’s gag. The strap falls away to reveal twin lines of red across her cheeks.

“I need to pee,” she whines.

Caitlyn Pang and I have been friends for some time. Once I’ve spent this much effort on a girl, I expect nothing less than perfection.

I slap her across the face, once, hard. The sound bounces off the wooden floorboards with a pleasing resonance.

Throat quivering, she straightens her head. “Thank you for the gift, Miss Margaret,” she says, eyes lowered.

“You’re welcome.”

“Thank you, Miss Margaret,” she says again. In a small voice, she adds, “may I please pee, Miss Margaret?”

“Yes.” I have to free her first, of course. Cate’s had her clothing privileges revoked since the beginning of the month, so when I lean forward, her hard, bare nipples press into my shirt as I reach around to unlock her cuffs.

“Thank you, Miss Margaret.”

She hobbles to the bathroom, jingling with each step. Small bells adorn her wrists and ankles, while her less-than-graceful posture is from last night’s remedial lesson.

I’m waiting in the breakfast nook when she emerges. She moves awkwardly, painfully conscious of her nudity.

When I was young and stupid, I thought I wanted to look like Cate: small, high breasts, slender hands, hips that could cut glass. It wasn’t until I was about her age that I realised the truth.

I don’t want to be Cate.

I want to own her.

“Welcome home,” she says, and leans down to greet me. As our lips meet, I cup the back of her head with my hand, pulling her close. Heat from her skin is like a live thing, shimmering in an aura around her. I run my other hand over her stomach, the flat, smooth planes that have never known another’s touch.

We break apart. The tip of my tongue brushes over my lips. “I’m hungry.”


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