Brethren, life in bondage. Book eighteen (Brethren life in bondage 18)

Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the eighteenth volume in the Brethren series. With a respectful nod to House of Gord and maybe just a touch of Insex, Fb presents a feast of flesh and fetish, purely for your titillation. Practising submissive and hoarder of all things kinky she knows exactly what buttons to push!

Brethren, book eighteen
The world has moved on. The stuff of fantasy has become reality but most important of all, there is now absolute truth. Advances in technology mean citizens are no longer able to lie to the law givers. Those dispensing justice can do so without fear of punishing the innocent. Society is no longer prepared to keep or tolerate those who choose to do harm.

And so the Brethren have arisen.

They offer the world another way, a natural justice. They keep the criminals contained and restrained whilst indulging their fetishes and desires. Criminals are presented to the Brethren to live out their days owned and degraded. Within the city's and county's given over to the elite of the Brethren, normality is subjective. Segregated from the rest of society they indulge without prejudice or interference.

Excerpt 1:
After curtsying briefly the hostess took hold of Giselle’s leash and began to lead her away, she was clearly reluctant, the tight rubber of her outfit creaking as she tried to turn back and remain with her husband, who, quite frankly was more interested in trying to impress James than paying any attention to what was about to happen to his wife, "thought this would be and apt way to celebrate our anniversary, after all once a Moretta, always a Moretta," he chuckled throatily to himself and emptied his glass. James wondered how Giselle felt being constantly being reminded of her days as a whore but given the fact she was rendered mute by force, to be honest it didn't really matter. For a moment he made eye contact with the hostess who smiled and winked before disappearing, "Lola?" said James rousing Albert’s attention "sorry?" he asked surprising James, as he hadn't realised he'd said it out loud. "Oh, sorry, nothing" said James shaking his head, "I just thought I saw someone I knew".
Excerpt 2:
James looked around the room and took a quick mental inventory. Everything he'd ordered was there, laid out and ready for use on a silver tray. The sheets on the bed were pristine white, smooth and clean. Folded back, crisp and perfect. Sitting himself on the edge of the bed he swung his legs around and lay back on the bank of pillows with his hand behind his head. This was his style, Papa Julius and his farm had been interesting but not really his scene this was his style, a glass full of good scotch, a nice clean brothel and a hooker hanging by her collar at his feet. The invite had been right; Bettina's was the very best whore house in town.