Brethren, life in bondage. Book twenty (Brethren life in bondage 20)

Old school bondage meets with high Tech fetish, in this, the twentieth 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 twenty

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 one

James was so very glad he could see the girls face, her perfect pert behind was absolutely glorious as it protruded from the stone of the wall but as he stroked her offered cheeks, the oil dressing her skin coating his hands and making his palms feel warm and soft he found himself watching her eyes roll and dance. A mixture of emotions making her both glad of human contact but fearful.



Excerpt two

"In order to be a good spouse and a wanted spouse a sub must: Obey all rules as dictated by their Dom, live to serve their Dom's needs, welcome every gift of pain with gratitude, take no kindness for granted and thank their Dom with every breath for each day they are permitted to exist"



Excerpt three

It was an embarrassment of riches, James thought it all sounded fascinating and he wanted to experience the works but he was torn. Did he want to enjoy the voyeuristic thrill of joining the watch as they peeped into every suburban house and spied on its occupants or did he want to watch the classes? The gatherings of eager Doms, learning how to command perfect discipline from their subs. These delights were of course competing with the facilities offered to those owners of little ones who wanted some specialist service to make their existence even more miserable. He found himself very genuinely scratching his chin before looking to Smythe "you know what?" He said, still second guessing himself until he actually said the words "I'd really like to start with......